Jesse Pinkman (
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sirenspull2012-06-05 05:31 pm
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Hey - guys. Uh...
[A voice post from Jesse? Not his usual style. It sounds like he's outside and struggling to drag something.]
Can you believe there's like no cabs down by Sector 10? Like at all? What's the deal? Tried calling and they won't even come out this way. It's bananas.
So I just, uh -
[He sucks in sharply and stops moving. There's a thump, presumably as he leans against a wall.]
Any one of you guys a healer? Like a healer, not a doctor. I know, I know, it's gonna be dark soon. I'll pay you if you can just, like, get out here. Fast. Before dark. Please.
[A voice post from Jesse? Not his usual style. It sounds like he's outside and struggling to drag something.]
Can you believe there's like no cabs down by Sector 10? Like at all? What's the deal? Tried calling and they won't even come out this way. It's bananas.
So I just, uh -
[He sucks in sharply and stops moving. There's a thump, presumably as he leans against a wall.]
Any one of you guys a healer? Like a healer, not a doctor. I know, I know, it's gonna be dark soon. I'll pay you if you can just, like, get out here. Fast. Before dark. Please.
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[And in an instant, he appears at Jesse's side in a quiet rustle of feathers.]
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Hey, yo. 'Sup. Uh...
[He's bruised and bleeding from the temple, where someone knocked him out with a pistol earlier, but the uglier wound is his leg. It's still bleeding even though he was stabbed close to two hours ago, just above the knee. He's aware his whole appearance probably needs some explaining, but he doesn't offer anything more than a fistful of cash that has some of his blood drying on it.]
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Jesus Christ.
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[Castiel looks satisfied with the healing, and settles into a more casual countenance than before.]
My name is Castiel. You are a friend of Mary's, correct?
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[Is that the word for it? He shakes himself out of that soothed buzz, standing straight now that he's able.]
Uh, yeah. The name's Jesse.
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Where do you live?
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Uh... Thanks.
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[Castiel is unfazed by his reaction, and glances around at the street and the buildings for a moment before looking back at Jesse.]
Is there anything more you need assistance with?
[Might as well ask while he's here.]
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Nah, I'm good. But, uh...
[He glances down at the cash still clutched in his hand. He's been holding it pretty tightly. His fingers feel stiff.]
You sure you don't want me to pay you or anything? For the trouble. I mean - for the healing thing, and picking me up, and, uh... your discretion. I mean, 'cause, you know, I'd rather Mary didn't hear about all this. I don't want her to worry, you know? She don't need gory details.
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[He'd been doing nothing but playing with the hellhounds and the new cat, after all. This at least gave him something useful to do.
He does tilt his head at the last comments about Mary though.]
Do you truly believe she'll simply stop asking? Your injuries were no worse than what hunters deal with. Details will not bother her, and secrecy will cause her more worry, not less.
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However, I am not Mary. What exactly happened?
[A knife in the knee isn't accidental, after all, so Castiel is curious.]
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So I'm aware. By who?
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[That's a lie.]
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Did you not know them, or did you not see them either?
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[He doesn't push it farther, instead just giving a small nod and opening his incorporeal wings to leave.]
You should go inside before Darkness falls.
[And with that, he's gone in a rustling noise.]