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10/20/2015 11:34:12 PM
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"[i]That was my only easy lead... Darn.[/i]"
[b]He heads back to his room and researches whether this has happened before, and who the dead man could have murdered.[/b]
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[spoiler]Darn? Booooo![/spoiler] He finds that witnesses have reported seeing a woman like the one he saw earlier. The other victims were all drunks, womanizers and just all around douchebags.
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[b]Thinking for a minute, he decides to go check if the ship has a bar.[/b]
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There is a bar. Dean is sitting in one of the stools, sipping at some whiskey. He's not facing Sam as he walks in.
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"[i]No... No! No way.[/i]" [b]He debates confronting him, especially after the incident with the spirit, but decides to just talk to the bartender, sitting a ways away from Dean.[/b] "So, 1 beer should do." [b]Thinking of a way to casually get information on the targets, he asks:[/b] "So, got any real heavy drinkers around here?"
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"Besides the guy in the leather jacket, not many. Yet. That's probably because we haven't hit the mission yet." The bartender hands him a beer.
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Edited by Murph Tha Smurf: 10/21/2015 12:09:41 AM"[i]Uh oh... Could mean Dean's the next target... Maybe.[/i]" "Any in the past? Heard about a few deaths."
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"That guy that just died was a really heavy drinker. Like, we ran out of beer the one time."
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"Wow. Know much else about the guy?"
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"Rumored that he killed his girlfriend. I could see it, he was that kinda guy, you know? Violent, dark, brooding." He pulls out his own beer and takes a sip.
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"[i]Not that much like Dean, but I have a feeling this spirit isn't necessarily gone yet...[/i]" "Wow. Some people..." [b]He finishes off his drink and approaches Dean.[/b]
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Dean is focused on a TV screen with a replay of one of AC/DC's concerts.
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[b]He sits down next to him silently for a moment, then finally musters a word.[/b] "Dean?"
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He turns, taking a sip from his beer but instantly putting it down, almost choking. "Holy shit, Sam?"
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"Yeah... It's me." [b]He notices the bandages on his shoulder from where he patched up his stab wound.[/b]
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"What did you do to your arm? Oh, does it hurt? I'm so sorry for you." His sarcasm was obvious. Dean smirked. [spoiler]*queues "Jerk/Bitch" quote*[/spoiler]
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"I got stabbed by some ghost chick, on the ship! Jerk."
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He chuckles. "Bitch."
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"Whatever, did you hear me? There's some sort of vengeful spirit on board, and it might be coming for you next."
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"Why me?" He scratches at the mark on his arm. [spoiler]You haven't gotten to the mark yet, have you?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]no...[/spoiler] "I think it goes after people who like to drink."
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He nods. "So I'm bait, then?
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"If you want to be. But I still have no clue how to stop it."
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"There's gotta be a body or something on board."
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"There is. Wanna go check it out? I didn't feel like sticking around too long after..." [b]He looks at his wound.[/b] "Yeah..."
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"Not what I meant by body, but sure." He stands.
