[It figures. Get a few drinks in her friends and the pranks began. Sarah had joined in at first but one slapped a cuff from a pair of handcuffs around Sarah's wrist she stopped laughing. She really wasn't laughing when they grabbed some poor guy at the party and handcuffed him too. ] Guys! No, don't! This isn't funny, let him out would you?
[They just laughed and ran off, leaving Sarah stuck with the stranger. She groaned and turned to Sam.] I am so sorry my friends are assholes.
Oh those prankers from The Craft. lolsecond_son83October 20 2011, 01:24:15 UTC
[This poor guy had been working on a hunt at the time. Something about mysterious deaths in the city. Sounded like it could be witches so Dean and him split up to search the town for clues. Sam ended up at some party full of kids.
[Sam was startled by the click around his wrist and he frowned, turning to see a little girl cuffed to him. Well... this did look like a high schooler party. Sam shrugged it off and looked after the three girls running away from them.]
It's okay, don't... don't worry about it. I'll get us out of this. [He reached for his front jacket pocket in search of his lock pick but... found it missing. His eyes went from calm to exasperated in three seconds. He continued to pat himself down to see if he had them and to no avail.] Shit.. Um... you have a paperclip or a bobby-pin or something?
Oh? [Sarah watches him, curious to see what trick this guy is going to pull out of his sleeve. Apparently nothing and judging from the way he was patting himself down, he wasn't expecting this.] Left the secret weapon home tonight, huh?
Er...[Sarah looks down at the handcuffs before lifting her arm and inevitably Sam's arm too.] Sorry. I don't have any bobby pins but I might be able to get out. Let me see if I can slip my wrist out. Then I can go hunt down Nancy, Bonnie and Rochelle.
[There is a way out, Sarah's sure she could use magic but she's worried about this guy seeing. She makes a show of trying to pull her wrist free] Hey, did you see which way they went?
[Sam pursed his lips at himself, kicking himself in the ass for not bringing his lock pick. He was usually really good with this whole packing everything thing. Apparently not today.]
[He looked down at her wrist as she tried to pull it out, then she asked if he noticed which way they ran and he looked up, trying to figure out which way the three girls went.] No, I didn't... sorry.
[While he's looking away, Sarah looks at the lock. If she can move objects, this should be doable right? She concentrates on the lock and wills it to open. It's not as easy as Sarah would hope. She rubs the lock...and finally hears a click. Of course by this point Sam might realize something's up so Sarah lies. Or tries to.] Must be a trick button, like with those magician's handcuffs.
[Dean inspected the cuffs for what had to be the hundredth time in the last five minutes in an attempt to find some way to get them off and once again, no go. He frowned, giving an irritated huff.] Sam, have I mentioned I kinda really hate magic shops right now?
[At least magic shops run by black magic practicing pricks who pulled a fast one on them.] We need to figure out how to get outta this, dude, either that or you're gonna get the front row when I gotta take a piss.
Awesome. second_son83October 20 2011, 01:17:24 UTC
[Sam inspected the cuffs just as his brother did. At least they had a lock to pick, right? Awesome. Now... where were his lock picks. Did he not put them on today?... He pats himself down with one hand.] Fuck... Gimme your lock pick.
Sam, if I had a lock pick, do you think I'd be telling you how we need to figure a way out? Come on! [He gave his brother a look, looking around the room they were in.] We need a paperclip or something, anything. Help me look.
[Sam gave him a clear bitch-face and frowned a little. Dean should have had his lock picks on him... But he should have had them too. Damnit for being forgetful. He started towards a desk that looked promising. Maybe it had something on it.] Here...
[He just returns the glare--he is totally not in the mood for bitchfacing right now, Sam. He knows it's stupid he forgot something he rarely ever did, but what can you do now? He protested when Sam started towards the desk, the chain linking the cuffs giving him a tug forward.] Hey, cool it, Sasquatch, not all of us have legs that can clear a room in a couple steps.
[Mostly he just wanted a reason to bitch and whine because this was all kinds of uncomfortable.]
[Sam refrained from giving Dean yet another glare.] Well, you know what, maybe you should learn how to walk faster... Unless you like being cuffed to me. [He knew they were usually attached at the hip but... this was ridiculous. He used his uncuffed hand to search through the papers and drawers for a paperclip. But... nothing, didn't mean that he couldn't keep looking.] Who the hell doesn't have paperclips!?
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[They just laughed and ran off, leaving Sarah stuck with the stranger. She groaned and turned to Sam.] I am so sorry my friends are assholes.
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[Sam was startled by the click around his wrist and he frowned, turning to see a little girl cuffed to him. Well... this did look like a high schooler party. Sam shrugged it off and looked after the three girls running away from them.]
It's okay, don't... don't worry about it. I'll get us out of this. [He reached for his front jacket pocket in search of his lock pick but... found it missing. His eyes went from calm to exasperated in three seconds. He continued to pat himself down to see if he had them and to no avail.] Shit.. Um... you have a paperclip or a bobby-pin or something?
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Er...[Sarah looks down at the handcuffs before lifting her arm and inevitably Sam's arm too.] Sorry. I don't have any bobby pins but I might be able to get out. Let me see if I can slip my wrist out. Then I can go hunt down Nancy, Bonnie and Rochelle.
[There is a way out, Sarah's sure she could use magic but she's worried about this guy seeing. She makes a show of trying to pull her wrist free] Hey, did you see which way they went?
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[He looked down at her wrist as she tried to pull it out, then she asked if he noticed which way they ran and he looked up, trying to figure out which way the three girls went.] No, I didn't... sorry.
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[At least magic shops run by black magic practicing pricks who pulled a fast one on them.] We need to figure out how to get outta this, dude, either that or you're gonna get the front row when I gotta take a piss.
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[Mostly he just wanted a reason to bitch and whine because this was all kinds of uncomfortable.]
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