Me: okay, sorry it took so long to update. RL is. . . well, at the moment its hell. Why do you ask? (great now I sound like fudging Yoda, speech therapist, needs he.) first thing I do after I let my dog in? Step in a nice steaming pile of dog crap. ew. ew. And once more for good measure, ew.
PCT: oh, sad day.
PN: HAHA!
Me; okay since like NO ONE voted on the poll I had up, im going with what my 2 special voters voted for. And a couple of ocs. Which may or may not be important. There is also a new poll up on my profile, plzplzplz go vote. I wanna know what you guys think!
I ignored them and kept trying to get my wrist out of the damn thing, the silver was not helping, it was draining to be in contact with that much silver. I would pass out in about 10 hours, give or take a few minutes, even less time if I kept moving my wrist. The more I moved my wrist the more silver came into contact with my skin, the more silver got into my bloodstream. I was gonna have some serious health issues, hopefully they wouldn't be permanent. And now that I think about it that knife was probably silver too. Shit, with a side order of shit. God, I gotta get out of the motel room more often.
There were crashes and bangs coming from another room. In the hell hotel. In the middle of Bumfuck, Nowheresville, USA. I stopped moving, and sighed, closing my eyes.
"Ew. That's disgusting." Dean commented. I opened my eyes, there was a blood splatter on the wall in front of the door.
A voice said "Nice one, J, I gotta take a picture of that splatter!"
Voice #2 stated "You are seriously disturbed aren't you, Kev?"
"Oi, will you two knock it off? Geez, we have already signed our death certificates just by coming here, we dont need to give dad and Uncle Sam another reason to kill us."
"And dance on our graves." Voice #1, Kev, which I can only assume was short for Kevin, his voice was too cheerful for the topic at hand.
A fourth voice spoke, a woman this time, "Kevin, Jesse, you two are to disgusting for your own good. And you, Johnny, are not our parents. So knock it off. Your voices are grating on my nerves." A feminine shadow moved along the wall and a young woman came into view. "Okay we maybe dead before we get back home." She turned towards the hallway.
"Waddya mean, Mel?" a kid, no older than 16 or 17 came into view. "Yep we are deader than dead." Two more people came into view, one was skinny, but not overly so, also looking about 16 or 17, he had blonde hair in a buzz cut. He was wearing khaki cargo pants and a black tshirt, he had biker boots on, I wouldn't be surprised if he was Deans kid from the future . The other one looked to be about 20 years old, had brown hair long enough to be tied into a pony tail.
"Well," Ponytail said, "lets get them out of here. I was slowly loosing consciousness. I lost it just after they got me free.
Dun dun duuuuunnnn. He he, OK, I didn't go with the poll because I got a spark of inspiration. Don't worry anonymous poll voter! Bobby and Gordon will come in later! so I now have aplan (and a plot so expect updates(sporadic of course, I have never been able to stick to a schedule to save my life!))