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Intervention
Bobby Singer was a pretty damn observant guy. Not much got past him, which was what had kept him alive as a hunter for near on thirty years. So naturally, he hadn't missed the fact that Pamela'd been drinkin' a hell of a lot ( Read more... ) -
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Bobby Singer
Bid for Island Council, thanks to a couple idjits. -
Plotting Between the Lines Meme
What this meme is all about is expanding on that, to better create a personal history that you can then use to better build personal development. To paraphrase Lindsay, "it's not intended to be a way of avoiding/handwaving actual threads but rather a way of kickstarting them and getting a better idea of where our characters stand with each other. ( Read more... ) -
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The comin' of the snow reminded Bobby that he'd been on the island for just about a year. It had been snowin' when he first showed up, laid out on the ground courtesy of a demon wearin' a priest's body and attemptin' to hand the Colt to a Sam who wasn't there anymore. A helluva lot had happened since then, some good and some bad. Bela was gone now ( Read more... ) -
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The past week had been almost god damn surreal. First a shootout at the boarding house, which Bobby had missed because he'd been off somewhere lookin' for clues into the recent deaths. Now folks seemed to be torn between goin' around in a daze and wantin' to live life to the fullest while they could. Bobby was sure as hell no stranger to death, but ( Read more... ) -
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Monday morning, Bobby'd woken up to find the Colt had gone missin'. His first wild, semi-awake thought was that Bela'd found out he'd had it and snuck over in the middle of the night, but it only took a coupla seconds of rational thought to realize that hadn't happened. He had the damn thing on him every waking hour, and the only people who knew ( Read more... )