must've been something in the water ;

nancy fitzgerald, 19. former secretary for the monument police department. cause of death: murdered by lilith in 2007. we are not sacrificing any virgins!

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ofsilvrwings‌:

“Always.” Red velvet was a fan favorite, it was something they always had in stock. Their manager even insisted, if you see any less then 20 red velvet cupcakes— request more. “It depends what job you’re looking for.” They had cashiers (who were taught to be baristas) and then the baker’s themselves. Aster himself happened to opt for both positions. Taking residence in the kitchen and the counter at random intervals. 

“Thank goodness. You just saved me having to make them myself, because I was about to.” She normally preferred to make them, but it was nice not to have a make a day of it when she just wanted one. “Um, baking? Decorating? Something in that realm?”

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gxldenczrls‌:

“Some times that how people face things, with a party,” She had been known to face things that way when she was a teenager.  She understood it but it didn’t seem like the most logical anymore.  "Sadly can’t do anything about it.“

“There is nothing to party about when freezing to death.” Huffing a little, Nancy groaned, wiping a hand over her face. “Sorry. I complain when I’m anxious, and it’s really cold.”

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resilientsovl‌:

               “  heh.  yeah,  i  figured. ”   he’s  not  judging,  it’s  just  not  something  he  can  relate  to.  he  was  learning  how  to  hustle  pool  at  dive  bars  when  other  kids  his  age  were  probably  playing  in  sandboxes.   their  childhood  wasn’t  normal  but  it  wasn’t  all  bad  either.   at  least  right  now,  in  the  middle  of  a  crisis,  he  can  try  to  keep  his  wits  about  him  —  even  if  the  cold  is  starting  to  weigh  him  down.   the  fact  that  he’s  not  shivering  anymore,  the  cold  almost  a  distant  memory,  is  a  concern.   THERE’S  A  REAL  CHANCE  OF  HYPOTHERMIA.   IF  THAT’S  HOW  HE  GOES  OUT,  AFTER  EVERYTHING,  MAYBE  IT’S  A  MERCY.  OR  YET  ANOTHER  EXAMPLE  OF  LIFE’S  CRUEL  IRONY.    it  takes  him  a  minute  before  he  realizes  she’s  said  something  else,  his  name  at  that,  and  brows  crease  in  confusion  as  he  tries  to  place  a  name  and  face.   his  memories  are  fragmented,   confused  in  what  was  real  and  what  wasn’t,  but  when  he  searches  her  face  he  comes  up  blank.   “ sorry. ”   he  feigns  like  he  didn’t  quite  hear  her,  turning  his  head  slightly  to  look  at  her  better.   “  what’d  you  say  ? ”

“Um. It’s -- I’m Nancy? Um. Monument, Colorado. 2008ish.” Nancy found herself stumbling over words, rambling, but really it was hard enough to keep her thoughts straight on a good day, let alone when she was actively freezing to death. “You -- you and your brother got brought in to the station. The feds came for you. You stole my rosary beads and put them in the toilet.” Well, that was definitely descriptive. “A uh, a demon named...Ruby? Ruby. She wanted to sacrifice me.”

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cainxhendrix‌:

for the first time in a while his interest is peaked; congratulations nancy.. nora.. whatever. he listens for she holds all of his focus, so when that dips she’ll know about it. he suspects  (  purely because of hell mention  )  that something more sinister is at work here. no, he won’t necessarily care but he’s guessing. “so it’s your turn in the relay, huh, nora?” the nickname was sticking. “how long do you come out to play for?” he assumes there’s a switch that happens, right? or will nancy take over in some random freak change?

“Oh, boo. He already wants me to leave.” The pout is over-exaggerated, and she places the cigarette back between her lips, speaking around it. “Don’t rush my time, Rexy.” It was frustrating with how much of a struggle there was going on inside her (their?) head at this point. In Hell, Nancy had begged and prayed for relief, for someone to save her from the agony...and from that was born this, a second personality to take the abuse (and hell, she even liked it). “You can have the goody-goody back later. I need a drink and a some fun first. She’s so boring. She doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, and she’s still a goddamn virgin. You try living in this noodle and not go crazy.” Ha.

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cainxhendrix‌:

there’s a movement on his previous expressionless face; a brow arch, at the cigarette the girl pulled out. not something he’d fit with her vibe but he accepts it. only to then find himself feel a little surprised by the words that followed. yet again, not who he was expecting. there’s a brief moment in which he thinks is this the same girl? senses alone is telling him yes. when she finishes, confessing her hell comparison, there’s a pause in the air. his features washing over in amusement. “what’s this?” his index comes up, pointing her up and down. clearly hinting at the obvious split to when he saw her the previous time. “the nancy and nora show?”

She couldn’t help it: she laughed as he pointed her up and doing, asking what was happening. Amused smile still present on her face, she offered a shrug as she took another drag from the cigarette in her hand. “Something like that.” She didn’t have a name. She never found the time to come up with one, and realized now that she was surface-side she’d probably have to come up with something or just go by Nancy. “I’m not always a goody-two shoes. Well, I never am. She is. Nancy’s not here right now, try again later if you love Jesus and baked goods.”

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hannatyrell‌:

“… You’ve never really been in a bar?” Like that was the most important thing to pick out of that sentence. Brows raised, she could believe it but that didn’t make her any less curious. “Not a drinker then, huh?” Sometimes she wished she could say the same. Mainly in the mornings when she woke up with a thumping headache. “Stress brownies are the best kind of brownies. I didn’t know you baked.” Leaning forward to grab one, she placed her coffee down in favour of doing so. “Thank you. They look delicious. I never say no to free food.” 

“...No. I died when I was nineteen and I’ve always had a very healthy fear of law enforcement. My best friend was a police officer and I worked as the secretary for the precinct back home.” Not to mention her religious beliefs, but she didn’t exactly want to get into that at the moment. “And no, I guess not. I’ve never drank before? Alcohol, I mean, obviously I drink other stuff. It just...never appealed to me.” Sighing, Nancy nodded, pulling a brownie out of her bag to eat herself. “I guess you call baking my vice. ...I know I’m vanilla, I’m sorry.”

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cainxhendrix‌:

being in a sense released from the bar he had to hole up in was a relief, he no longer had to force himself into small talk. he had the whole of the city to roam, though, he wouldn’t exactly call it freeing. freedom was not having that invisible tether keeping him in san francisco. to his unfortunate luck he can see the girl he gave his jacket to, holding said jacket and walking right into his direction. he doesn’t turn away, he’s polite enough when he wants to be. “it is.” his hand reaches out to take the item of clothing from her. “didn’t have to bring it back but i appreciate it.” she really could have kept it, he didn’t care. “feels good to be warm again, huh?” was that that pesky small talk? you bet. 

A cigarette of all things is pulled out as she waits for the other to speak, and once it’s lit, her eyebrows furrow. She takes a drag from the end, and speaks as she exhales: “Well, glad I wasted my time, then.” A far cry from the Nancy he’d met .. She shook her head in response. “It’s still cold as shit. Try burning in hell for two decades, summer up here is still freezing.”

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@saltedburnt​ Phones had changed so much from the flip phone she’d had when she died. It was confusing enough trying to navigate new technology, let alone Tinder. It was embarrassing too, but Nancy decided it was time enough to rip the bandaid off. After accidentally swiping the wrong way for the third time, Nancy decided that maybe her frustration wasn’t worth it (even if she was much too awkward to actually handle this situation the old fashioned way). Letting out a frustrated sigh, it was clear that she hadn’t been paying attention as she walked directly into someone, dropping her phone to the ground. “I am so sorry,” she began as she scrambled to pick up the phone and hide away what she’d been doing, but she paused when she looked up to the person she’d knocked into. “...Dean...Winchester...?”

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@cainxhendrix​ Really, almost dying directly after being resurrected was absolutely pitiful. This was one of the many reasons why she didn’t like to let the idiot take the wheel, but really, she sometimes didn’t have a choice. Being surface-side meant that Nancy usually was the one steering, and by God did she hate it. Things were much more interesting when she was in control, and they tended to not almost die which was kind of a thing.  A familiar face was spotted, and she frowned before approaching him as she deliberated. She liked the jacket, but it was too big for her tastes. “This is yours, right?” It’s held out towards the man, her eyebrows raised. “Ended up stealing it the other night when the storm stopped.”

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@hannatyrell​ “ -- I’ve never even been in a bar before and then I was stuck there with what felt like every person in the entire state of California. Dying of hypothermia is bad enough, let alone doing it around a bunch of people drunk out of their minds.” Sighing, Nancy pushed forward a small paper take-away box. “But, I made it. And I made stress-brownies, so, here you go.”

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ofsilvrwings‌:

it’d taken a shorter time than aster had pictured for the 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑼 𝑫𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 to get back on their feet. all their products had been turned into icicles, and not many people liked having their pastries iced. it was a surprise when he’d been called in, and with a handful of other baker’s, and spent the day getting their product at the ready. it was a day later he’d been called in, and he was surprised to see how re-stocked they’d become. so, sooner then he thought he’d be, he was working again. turning from the counter, he asked their latest patron. “looking for anything special?”

Nancy had stumbled upon the bakery really upon chance, but Nancy was happy that she had. Baked goods were definitely a comfort, and as much as she enjoyed baking them, it was nice to not have to set aside a few hours just to have some cupcakes. “Do you have any red velvet?” Nancy paused for a second, before taking a plunge with a second question: “Are you hiring, by chance?”

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miss-veronica-mooney‌:

Veronica kept an eye on her when she said she felt weird, she started to get worried. “Weird in what way?”She asked, concern filling her voice as she spoke. “Listen if I were able to get you out of here, I would bring you to the hospital, do you need me to get you anything, maybe you should just lay down.” 

Nancy just shook her head. It was going to be too hard to explain, especially when her speech was slurring and she was having a hard time putting words together. It wasn’t worth explaining, not when it was such a struggle. “I’m okay,” she said after a moment, shaking her head. “I think -- I think the cold is just getting to me.”

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gxldenczrls‌:

Caroline would think in an emergency situation that people would want to drink in silence.  Maybe thinking to fill the room with hot air to combat the cold.  It didn’t seem to be working that well but had been like a droning in her head.  "Normally but I would have thought it would be quieter right now,“ Although clearly it was only her that didn’t feel like talking at the top of her lungs.

“People are acting like this is a party.” Though, to be fair, Nancy could see the reasoning behind it. If you’re gonna die anyway and you’re trapped with copious amounts of liquor...well, when in Rome. “It’s just...too much. It’s too cold and too loud. Moreso too cold.”

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cainxhendrix‌:

there’s an attempt on his part to smile, though it never did meet features. allowing himself to sink back further into his chair, he notes the sheer number of people suddenly becoming visibly cold. rex knows he can’t die by freezing, so he’s not worried, it’s more a nuisance. the most constant thought in his mind being; when was he getting out of here. “if someone’s got a window open i’m pretty sure they’d be lynched.” he’s joking, but then with the touch of violence over supplies? frustration? people thinking they were going to freeze to death? was it really a comment to be making in jest? 

“Yeah, well, it might be time to look.” While his lynching comment hadn’t gone unnoticed, Nancy was positive that something had to be open somewhere. Otherwise things would be warming up. “It’s -- it is getting colder, right? Or is that me?”

[riickgrimes]

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cainxhendrix‌:

despite feeling rapidly drained himself, having to listen to the girl struggle was painful. more in the sense of it being annoying rather than feeling any sympathy. being as old as he is, bringing the correct amount of emotion to a situation was seen as a chore. “guess there’s a first time for everything.” though her being inside a bar in the middle of a snowstorm wasn’t exactly a great experience, granted. “but pretty sure pc plod missed the memo on this place.” it was clear appeasing legalisation was not a thing. once he built up enough energy to move, he leans forward in his chair, shaking off his jacket he soon tossed it in the girl’s direction. sure, it won’t be the answer to her getting warm but he figures she’d appreciate the gesture and hey, first good deed of the decade, check.

First times seemed to be a common theme when it came to near death experiences with her, and she couldn’t help but laugh at that thought. “Yeah, guess so. Something to check off the bucket list.” Her head was starting to swim when she found a jacket being tossed in her direction, the cloth hitting her shoulder and staying there for a moment. Her movements were slow and sluggish, but she moved to put it on. “Than--thank you,” she finally managed to get out, exhaling and noting the breath she saw in front of her. “Is there a window open, or...? It’s getting colder.”

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resilientsovl‌:

            “  not  the  ones  i  usually  go  to. ”  on  the  road,  passing  through  one  rural  town  to  the  next,  you  never  went  to  places  that  were  too  packed.  san  francisco’s  certainly  a  stark  contrast  to  what  he’s  used  to,  though  he’s  slowly  been  acclimating  to  the  new  reality  over  the  months  he’s  been  in  the  city.  “  here. ”   he  digs  through  his  laptop  bag  —  not  that  the  computer  was  doing  much  good  with  the  wireless  completely  unusable  —  and  produces  a  set  of  earplugs.  “  these  might  help. ”

“I don’t go to any bars, so I have nothing to compare it to.” And considering she was very much an introvert, she was fairly certain this would be her first and last time within the walls of one. Nancy turned at the offering, a smile present on her face, but then her expression slowly turned confused as her eyes set on his face. Eyebrows knit together as she quickly racked her mind, and then it hit her all at once: “Sam Winchester?”