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"I'm not really in the mood to hear any bullshit, so let's cut to the chase, yeah?"

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Solitude is Bliss || the-prophet-that-hunts

Ari was long from home, but didn't find her self complaining. Not at all, but then did begin to notice how accustomed she had become to traveling the states on her own. That itself, anew, didn't bother her. Yet, she knew company would do her no harm, and so as well accompanying others would do the same.

It was rare that the either of the Winchester brother were the ones to dial her; it had been more frequent that she would pick up the phone and call them for help, ask for spells or rituals. Every so often it surprised her how sudden they were at retraining the information. They said something about a prophet, but she brushed it off. The only prophet she knew of was Chuck, and she hadn't seen him in what seemed longer than a year.

Though, this time, the phone rang on her side. "Hey, Sam."

"Ari, you're not busy are you?"

"Chasing down a spirit, nothing too time consuming."

She heard the small laugh on the other end. "Listen. Me and Dean gotta go out on a hunt." Ari nodded not seeing any possible need for her -- that is unless they needed a partner; but again, that was a rarity. She sensed he would continue and opted for no questioning. "But we got a friend down here at the bunker that Dean strongly suggests we not leave alone with Crowley." Ari had caught word of the King of Hell, never meet him but had heard enough to know she might not have wanted to. She remembered them speaking of his capture and restraining down at the bunker. "Do you think you can come stay a few days?"

She agreed, wrote down the address and a number he said to call once she got to the location, and gave her departure. It was a few hours until she rode into Kansas, and then another to find the place Sam had described. She parked where she knew there'd be easy access to her car, because in her short time of hunting knew it was a sensible habit.

She slouched with the weight of her duffel bad in front of the door, her hand snaking into her pocket to fish out her phone. She transferred the number from the sheet of paper ripped out from the notebook that now laid onto back light screen of the phone, and pressed it between the side of her face and her shoulder. It rang with a steady tone, she waited 'til the other end was picked up. "Hi. Is this Kevin? It's Ari, would you mind opening the door?"

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"I didn’t do it."

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Mun Opinion: Ahh hello! We've literally never spoken before, but hello hi! Nice to meet you! We should definitely plot some time soon, if you would like <3 I've never RP-ed with a Kevin Tran before, so that could be super fun ~*~*

Muse Opinion: Kevin Tran? Oh, I've heard of you... The Winchesters' little burden. The prophet that was just no good to them. Always getting in the way... Well perhaps I could steal you and make you into something better? Or else, I could just cut you up, hmmm...

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when a kevin reblogged one of my opens, i felt complete. no, but seriously. there are certain characters that i always want to play with, and kevin is definitely one of them. and then there's you. and you're not afraid of me, and you play kevin wonderfully and i just asfsjdlk i love seeing you on my dash so so much.

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15. Your muse has killed a man and needs to hide the body, my muse was clearly the first person called to help… however they’re not taking it as seriously as they should.

Dean was laughing, which was obviously the wrong response in the situation, but he couldn't even help himself, glancing toward Kevin with a laugh again as he got out of his car, "How'd you manage this on, K?" Dean bit his lip to stop his laughter (unsuccessfully).

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Hello

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.