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The Other-Wordly Meme

Words are magical things; they can have so many lovely connotations and varied histories.
Words have family trees just like people. They are linked to each other.
Some words are full of flavor and color and describe things you never suspected there were words for.
Words are why we're here.

The meme is simple: post a comment with your muse's name and canon in the subject line.
List any preferences you may have ("No Shipping," "No Smut," etc.), if you decide to leave the next step up to responders.
Responders (or original posters, if they so decide), go to the Other-Wordly blog and hit 'Random' until you get a word. Use the word as a prompt to write up an RP scenario. Do this several times, if you like. Mix and match. Have fun with it!

Don't stop with a word, though! Words can often have etymologies that are at odds with their current meanings.
Words can shift connotations over time. Let your imagination carry you with the words as its wind.

 

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sally malik ● being human

[unmakes]

[markonmysoul]

i'm just gonna wing it, you take it and run

[unmakes]

"So I'm not saying all vampires are totally just big broody house-cats," Sally's saying, leaning back in her chair and crossing one leg over the other. "And don't get me started on werewolves," she adds, bringing her nearly-finished beer up to her mouth and taking a drink.

She swallows, and adds, "But I've lived with the guys for, what, like four years, so I'm pretty sure it's safe to say they're not all horrible, y'know?" Sally's not quite sure how they got on this topic, but here they are. If they're being honest, it's kind of refreshing to actually be able to talk about that shit. Y'know, instead of making excuses for them or pretending they're just weird and totally not supernatural creepy-crawlies at all. But Dean knows, he's seen so much worse, so what's a little vampire and werewolf talk between friends?

awesome!

[markonmysoul]

"They kind of are though." Dena replies, swirling the contents of his beer in his bottle as his eyes settled on Sally. Sally Malik was one of the most interesting (And frankly actually alive) friends that Dena had. Originally he had met the girl when he went to her house and tried to get her ghost to move on. But after hearing her story and meeting Aiden and Josh Dean decided to leave the girl be. She was happy here and they were all trying there best. And ultimately Dean was glad he did : A few months later she called with happy news. She was alive again. She had a body.

The two were quick to reconnect and Dena's been pretty damn happy with his Boston based friend. It was nice to have someone who wasn't in the hunting business but understood how crazy someones life can get thanks to supernatural affairs. Dean could talk her ear off about the latest hunt and she wouldn't complain. It was nice.

"I've beheaded my fair share of vampires in my time and I've never met anyone more whiny then Aiden. Seriously. I think he got to that Twilight book, read it and thought 'this guy has the right idea. I'm just gonna cry about my immortality all the time. That'll attract the ladies.'" With a smirk he drinks a mouthful of beer. As much as he might complain he has to admit that Dean's glad he didn't kill Aiden or Josh either. They were pretty nice guys and Josh was a killer cook. When going to see Sally Dean always knew he could rely on a good home cocked meal by Josh's skilled hands. "Don't worry. Your boys ain't horrible. I've met horrible. I've killed horrible. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle dumb over there?" He motions to the direction of the door of the bar. "They ain't it." Dean then notices the strange look he's getting from the gaggle of girls a few seats over. With a flirtatious smile Dean winks, tipping his beer in in their direction as greeting. "Ladies."

[unmakes]

Now that he's called them on it, most of the girls look away - y'know, trying to pretend they weren't staring and/or eavesdropping. Sally raises her eyebrow their way for a second, then turns back to Dean with a poorly-suppressed grin. "Wow, rude. It's like they've never heard the word 'beheaded' before," she says, but it's quieter now. They're gonna have to work a little harder to eavesdrop this time.

[markonmysoul]

"I know." Dean replies turning his attention back to Sally as he takes another swing of his beer. He licks his lips and sets the bottle down on the bar, giving a shrug. "Apparently their iphones were not enough entertainment for them even after the severely lacking conversation at their own table. For shame."

[unmakes]

This time it's Dean on the receiving end of her raised brow. "Wow, someone's cynical." Looking at you, pal. At least for a second, then she takes another drink of her beer.

[markonmysoul]

"Am I?"

Dean asks while leaning back in his chair. He sighs running a hand over his face as he gives an exhausted yawn. Dean lets his hands fall from his face so he's looking at her with a weak smile.

"I guess you're right. It's been a long week."

[unmakes]

And all at once, they've slipped out of their teasing and joking into something a bit more serious. Her face shifts into a look of concern, and she leans forward again, setting her empty bottle on the counter.

"We totally don't have to do this, y'know." It's more genuine this time, because wow, she's only just now noticing how totally wiped he looks. "In fact, I'm pretty sure the guys wouldn't mind if you crashed on our couch. Unless you've, y'know, already booked your shady overpriced motel."

[markonmysoul]

WHat? No. Nonono, don't feel bad about this Sally. Don't you dare.

"I know we don't." Dean replies, looking at her with his brows knit together. "I want to. Seriously Sally. I've been looking forward to seeing you again and hanging out." Dean has so little friends as it that his blooming comradely with Sally was rather important. It's nice to have someone to talk to. He gives a soft laugh when she offers up her place.

"No, no shady over priced motel as of yet. Crashing on your couch sounds great, but only after a few beers." He picks up his bottle and takes another swing before offering her a grin. "Seriously, Salls. I'm fine."

[unmakes]

"More beers, then." She concedes, scooting her empty bottle farther across the bar to give the bartender a little hint-hint to pick it up and replace it. "And I'll totally quit worrying, scout's honor."

[markonmysoul]

"You can never go wrong with more beers."

Dean replies, pushing his empty beer bottle to the edge of the bar as well. He motions for the bar tender to pick them up then turns his attention back to Sally, giving her an easy smile.

"So, tell me about you then. How are things here in old Bean town?"

[unmakes]

"Things are... pretty decent," she says, glancing back to the bar at the sound of bottles and picking up the next beer, though she doesn't drink any yet. "There was this whole wolf pack fiasco, that was kind of a mess."