Post by Dean Winchester on May 27, 2010 19:14:44 GMT -5
Dean felt his mouth pull open into a half gape, half smirk as he took in his surroundings.
"Woah." He'd said it quietly, but the single word, spoken softly, carried easily in the humongous space.
'It's like something outta some stupid fairy tale," Dean thought but didn't say.
Dean had just come in through the roof of what he'd thought was just some dank hideaway for the supernatural creature he hunted, an old abandoned warehouse nearly a block wide and probably twice as long. He stood on a rusty old catwalk that led around the entire inner wall and had several just as rusty ladders and stairways down to ground level. It was the ground level though that had Dean gaping.
Tall oaks and maples stretched to the ceiling. A grassy clearing took up the majority of the center of the building. There, a hill stretched up and in a half circle first gently, then a bit more sharply, the grass ceasing suddenly and becoming a jagged rocky ledge ending four feet in the air.
The ceiling wasn't completely in tact, Dean noticed. Most of the inside was shaded, but in several seemingly random places the sun leaked through, lighting up spaces of varying sizes. Also strange was that in those places, the sunlight seemed somehow intensified.
As Dean stalked his way down the nearest staircase, he also noted items strewn all across the ground. It was hard to tell from this distance, but they seemed to be spears shaped from branches of the trees.
Dean frowned as he touched down on the ground. He was beginning to get the feeling that he wasn't the first person to pick a fight in this strange indoor forest and that perhaps, just perhaps, he hadn't just found his way here by coincidence.
Maybe it had been a trap.
Dean breathed deeply, senses reaching out in search of anyone else within the building. Trap or no, Dean felt that he'd come prepared.
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Weapons: -Machete (Attached to belt. Left hip. Relatively visible beneath his leather jacket)
-10 inch bowie style hunting knife (Right hip. Ditto.)
-Colt 1911 A1 .45 caliber. 7 round magazine. (Not the Colt.) ( In hands)
-Three extra magazines for the gun (Jacket inside pocket)
"Woah." He'd said it quietly, but the single word, spoken softly, carried easily in the humongous space.
'It's like something outta some stupid fairy tale," Dean thought but didn't say.
Dean had just come in through the roof of what he'd thought was just some dank hideaway for the supernatural creature he hunted, an old abandoned warehouse nearly a block wide and probably twice as long. He stood on a rusty old catwalk that led around the entire inner wall and had several just as rusty ladders and stairways down to ground level. It was the ground level though that had Dean gaping.
Tall oaks and maples stretched to the ceiling. A grassy clearing took up the majority of the center of the building. There, a hill stretched up and in a half circle first gently, then a bit more sharply, the grass ceasing suddenly and becoming a jagged rocky ledge ending four feet in the air.
The ceiling wasn't completely in tact, Dean noticed. Most of the inside was shaded, but in several seemingly random places the sun leaked through, lighting up spaces of varying sizes. Also strange was that in those places, the sunlight seemed somehow intensified.
As Dean stalked his way down the nearest staircase, he also noted items strewn all across the ground. It was hard to tell from this distance, but they seemed to be spears shaped from branches of the trees.
Dean frowned as he touched down on the ground. He was beginning to get the feeling that he wasn't the first person to pick a fight in this strange indoor forest and that perhaps, just perhaps, he hadn't just found his way here by coincidence.
Maybe it had been a trap.
Dean breathed deeply, senses reaching out in search of anyone else within the building. Trap or no, Dean felt that he'd come prepared.
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Weapons: -Machete (Attached to belt. Left hip. Relatively visible beneath his leather jacket)
-10 inch bowie style hunting knife (Right hip. Ditto.)
-Colt 1911 A1 .45 caliber. 7 round magazine. (Not the Colt.) ( In hands)
-Three extra magazines for the gun (Jacket inside pocket)