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’ Oh, the Parish Council told you to? Would you jump off a bridge if they told you to? don’t answer that. ’
he was just about to place the makeup on his face when he heard the gruff tone again, turning around, veined skin, white eyes and all. Kieren put the pad down, a stillness in his body that unnerved him.
’ Fine. Take me like this. Let them see what we actually look like. ’
Dean winced at the biting comment about his loyalty; mildly affronted. He was a man of the law now and the law in this town meant anything the Parish Council said. He always thought it was better than when he unquestio- ningly followed Bill but now... he wasn't as sure as before.
「 Ay, don't look at me, lad. They dun like yous. You and yer Irish mate. They think the rabids gettin' loose was yer doin'. I know ye wouldn't do summat like that but I gots no say in it so you 'ave ta go there an' prove it y'self. 」
He tried to explain, feeling slightly guilty for harassing the boy. In his opinion though, the sooner it was over, the better.
Astrid shifted on her feet subconsciously, finding herself uncomfortable with his stare. He was looking at her like she was strange.
” Not me. I’m different. I come from the sky. ”
None of what the lass was saying made a lick of sense. Dean looked up at the sky when she mentioned it, not sure what he was expecting to see. A space- ship maybe...?
「 Yer takin' the piss, are ye? Think I'm sum kinda stupid sod you can laugh at? I know people don't come from the sky. 'Less ye mean angels. But yous don't 'ave wings. 」
Simon gives Dean a look and keeps it. It’s c o l d, sharp; yet slightly welcoming. “Afraid to let ‘im cry on yer shoulder?” Simon asked sharply. “He won’t bite yer head off.”
He nearly deflates at the comeback; a frustrated grunt escaping him. He looks at the undead man's eyes with a reluctant resignation.
「 Didn't mean it like that. I know he's not gonna hurt people like some brainless rabid. 」
Perhaps some context to his concern was needed. He sighed, deciding to explain to the other.
「 ...Walker lad helped me 'couple o' times in the past even if me an' me mates treated 'im like shite. That's why I wuz asking after 'im, aight? Just wanted ta be a decent person, is all. 」
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「 Heard 'bout what ye did ta Gaz at the pub the other day... 」
Pearl had told him when he came in for a pint the day after. Apparently the lad had shoved Gary ass over tits while the man was piss-drunk during an argument.
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「 Thought you lot didn' eat or drink? 」
He eyed the toffee apple in the Dyer girl's hand. It was nearly half-eaten and she seemed perfectly fine.
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Arms crossed tightly against his chest, Simon eyed the blond man beside him, his lips slightly pursed. He wasn’t happy to have him here, even if the animosity between the living and the undead had settled in the days after Amy’s second death. On edge and filled with a deeply seated resentment, Simon hesitated for a moment before giving a sharp nod.
”—That can be arranged,” he finally replied, his tone cordial as he arched his eyebrows. “I’m willing to pay for the solvent and whatever tools you’ll require, plus a small amount for the labour.”
「 Aight. Consider it done.」
He nodded, one corner of his lips tugging up in a lopsided smile. It didn't really matter to him how much he was paid as long as he got some- thing.
「 Ye might wants ta tone down whatever it is your lot does fer fun though. The law... it don't exactly allows vandalizin'. Them windows don't come cheap either. Yer lucky only one of 'em needs ta be replaced... 」
"Wait, you're gay?" [ or in Dean-speak: 「Wait... you fancy blokes?」
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Alright… Dean wasn’t exactly the person he’d expected to question him about his sexuality. Number one, him and Dean were friendly these days, not necessarily pals, and number two, Dean had always struck him as the type who preferred ignorance over the truth. The word 'faggot' had been something that was tossed around by Dean and his cronies before his death — he was the town pariah, that was expected, and yes — these days, he’d forgiven these actions in turn for the quiet actions of kindness from Dean…. Dean had always seemed to be more of a follower than an instigator, so truly out of them all, he never really pressed the blame on him.
But, still it was a rather personal question. He didn’t have any shame, it was just — an odd topic for them to discuss.
"Well…." Kieren half began as he turned the repercussions of answering the question over in his head. Dean had definitely changed…. It couldn’t harm him, could it? A deep breath passed out through his lips as his fingers gently laced in his lap. Sometimes, you had to be willing to take some leaps — and well, Dean had earned a quiet sense of trust. He couldn’t just bottle himself up forever.
"You see Dean… Yes, I do fancy blokes. But, it’s not entirely that —-” Now how to explain this? “… Gender doesn’t matter whole heatedly. I just love people because I love them - I love them for the person that they are…” He waited a moment before trying to question his clarity, “— Does that make any sense?”
Sure, Gaz and the others had called the lad a faggot once or twice. He thought it was just his old mates’ way of riling up the Walker boy in the past though. They called boys who looked effeminate that way all the time. He didn’t think it held any truth.
Not that he had anything against blokes who preferred other blokes. But now that he refl- ected on it, he regretted the insults he’d so carelessly thrown. He had regretted most of what he did the day he stood on the outskirts of the cemetery to hear snippets of the boy’s funeral. He always wondered if it was their fault the kid offed himself.
The revelation helped explain a lot of things however… like the way the Walker boy always seemed to hang around Bill’s son, Rick, back in the day. They were more than best mates, then?
Dean listened to the blond’s explanation care- fully and not fully comprehending. If gender didn’t matter, then that meant he could fancy girls too, didn’t it? It was quite confusing but he thinks he got the gist of it.
「 …It kinda does. Ye mean it don’t matter to ye if they’re a bloke or a lass as long as they’re nice? 」
He purses his lips and cants his head; processing the information. It didn’t seem like a bad deal. He couldn’t imagine himself being that way but not everyone’s born the same. Dean looks the blond over and he sighs.
「 ‘M sorry for for the things I’ve done… y’ know, back when we used ta pick on yous before ye died. 」
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’ It’s generally considered to be a faux-pas to walk in on someone in the loo even if you are keeping them hostage. ’
gaunt fingers clung to the sponge saturated with cover-up, shoulders all stiff and unwilling to let up until the door was shut.
Dean's brows knitted at the word 'hostage.' He'd been ordered to retrieve the Walker lad for questioning but he didn't intend to treat him the way Gaz pushed around the other PDS Sufferers.
「 Who says yer bein' held hostage? 'M just 'ere ta bring ye in cuz Parish Council told me to... 」
He clarified, completely missing the point that the boy's privacy needed to be given importance. His eyes fall to the sponge a moment later.
「 Look... ye might not have time fer that. They wuz pretty mad when I left. Best ta not make 'em wait fer too long. 」
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Stood before the departed Dyer girl's bungalow, he could see the windows were messed-up. One of the panes were broken and the words VILE BETRAYER were spray-painted in red on the other. He turned to the Irish undead with a confused frown on his face.
「 Freddie's not back from the Center... an' 'm not part o' the window-cleanin' business nowadays... but I could help yous clean that up fer a small fee. 」
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Well, at least this guy - Dean, Oliver thinks he said his name was – was trying to be sympathetic. Of course, living as he was there was no way he could understand quite what it was like to go about your ‘life’ every day knowing that people would judge you just for being yourself.
And Oliver had been used to that in his life before. He didn’t need any more of it now.
“Thanks,” he says quietly in response, seemingly calmed down now from his earlier burst of anger. “I mean, I sort of understand where you’re all coming from with this – don’t get me wrong, I still think it’s bloody stupid and offensive – but if I absolutely must do it I’d rather be useful.”
His shoulders rise and fall slightly in a shrug, and he looks away again, still obviously somewhat unsettled and uneasy by his surroundings. It was a new town for him, too, with new people, none of whom he could predict how they would react.
“They’d panic less if they were accustomed to it,” Oliver points out, but he takes the pamphlet anyway, only glancing over its cover before folding it and sticking it in his pocket. He can read it later. “This is all well and good, but at some point they’re going to have to get used to it. We’re not exactly going to be disappearing any time soon, you know.”
The truth was Dean didn't particularly mind if the PDS Sufferers wore their mousse or not. He was simply a stickler for the rules because he believed they would set things straight and ultimately lead them to the much-sought after peace and order that the town desperately needed after everything that had happened.
Listening to the lad's words and tossing them over in his head made him realize it was sort of an over-reaction on the MP's part. The lad from the city did have a point. The stuff costs a lot. If he were PDS and the Parish Council didn't do any sponsoring of cover-up, he probably would forego it and spend his money on a pint... only as a PDS Sufferer he couldn't even enjoy his pint, could he? Cause they couldn't drink and all...
...Bloody hell. These dead 'uns PDS folks really had it tough, didn't they?
「 ...It ain't much but I'll get a word in fer ye to the Council. Put yous in duty over at the Medical Center. You'll know yer way 'round those parts 'cause o' yer... education an' such. Might be a tad better than settin' up the perimeter fence.」
Castiel finally turned, examining the stranger before once again recalling what he was told by his superiors.
( Fix the problem. Obliterate the͘ danger. . )
“ I’m here because of the Rising. ”
「 The Risin', aye? Ye from the government, ain't yous? 'Bout time they did summat! 」
He looked the stranger up and down, the frown still etched in his features. The man didn't even seem to have a weapon. How was he supposed to deal with the rotter issue?
「 An' where's the rest of the army? 」
'That feeling is like what being born must be like. Except, you’ve got concept. Because honestly, dead, everything up until then was just fear. E V E R Y T H I N G. Even when I was alive. Just different levels of fear. And then it was G O N E. ‘ I n d i e Kieren Walker for ITF I | II | III
Kieren: From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as
Eagle One. Rick, code name - Been There, Done That. Simon is -
Currently Doing That. Philip is - It Happened Once in a Dream; Amy,
code name - If I Had To Pick a Girl. Dean is - Eagle Two.
Dean: Oh thank God.
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Reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.
1. Animal; either a dog (a pug?) or a sewer rat 2. Color; teal 3. Month; july 4. Song; give me the simple life - steve tyrell 5. Number; 5 6. Day or Night; day 7. Plant; grass 8. Smell; alcohol 9. Gemstone; green moss agate 10. Season; winter 11. Place; the legion 12. Food; coronation chicken sarnie 13. Astrological Sign; virgo 14. Element(s); earth 15. Drink; lager/ale/alcohol
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In The Flesh “I’m not DEAD I’m a DIABETIC” Quote T-Shirt
(note: this was designed for a friends birthday, she’s an in the flesh fan and diabetic, we watched this scene together and she found it hilarious… I CHECKED with her, before planning to make this for her birthday. If you’re thinking of buying this for someone, don’t just assume they wont find it offensive, check with them that they actually find it funny first, because it’s not your place to decide that for them.)
”That’s the point… they make it difficult so you’ll get angry and make it even harder for yourself to win.”
While he was almost talking out of his ass here, he liked to believe that maybe he was right about this. Or maybe he just wanted to continue talking so he would actually have the chance to hold a somewhat normal conversation with someone. And Dean wasn’t so bad.
「...You seems ta know all 'bout this game. Ye ever played this before? Already got it beat a few times, I bet. 」
Dean may not have been exceptionally bright but one didn't need to be the sharpest tool in the shed to see that Walker lad was good at figuring things out. Be it videogames or people.
