↓ 032 well it could be worse... I could've woken up as Dean

[sent_farfaraway]

[so Ruby woke up, pushed dark brown - nearly black hair out of her eyes and promptly panicked. Then after a bit of that, she realized it was just some crazy loss and at least she hadn't been pushed into that shorter -- bitchier -- body. Ruby didn't recognize herself though since at the time this demon popped onto the scene she had been helping Bobby fix the Colt... as far as she can tell this is just excellent timing... since she wasn't really feeling like herself anyway. Tight jeans, push-up bra and a red low-cut top later and she's milling about the castle slightly relieved to be in cognito for a little bit]


[ooc: loss start]

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[sent_farfaraway]

[laughs and takes another sip of her drink which she now does with a bit more of that whole seductive angle since well being told she's hot is a lovely pick me up]

The castle puts people out of their element. No rules, no real consequences the have to face back home, so some of them do whatever they want. Which in general doesn't always work out for the best. They also forget to filter things in the journals.

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[Is it getting weirdly hot in this thermal regulated armor? Maybe a little. It's officially, Grif's died and gone to heaven, or in this case, hell]

Yeah, no kidding. I learned that one my first day here.

[sent_farfaraway]

[nods and more drinking of the drink]

So do you just like to hold the drink? Recovering alcoholic maybe?

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

Nah, it's fine.

[and defying all logic, without taking off his helmet he tosses the drink back, and it somehow works. And yep, the drink became water... again... internal sigh]

[sent_farfaraway]

[yeah... that was crazy]

Do you ever take the helmet off?

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

Sure, all the time. Why?

[sent_farfaraway]

Just seems you don't want to let me see what you look like is all. There's all tell but no show.

[pouts a bit trying to play it for all that it's worth]

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[hesitant, it's not like he's the best looking guy in the world. Especially in a castle full of ridiculously good looking guys]

Is it even importantly?

[sent_farfaraway]

[shrugs and again there go her breasts since she's figured out she can shrug her shoulders forward more than up just to make it more effective]

Not really, I'm just exceptionally curious is all. Trust me out of all the people here you're sitting with one of the few girls that actually knows that the outside most times doesn't even matter.

[encryptedlock]

[Now, because he's totally been listening in on your conversation, York calls out from nearby.]

Grif's not bad-looking under all that.

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[you know, every time you do that, you're going to lose Grif's focus on what you're saying for a moment D: Just so you know]

It's not like--

[stopping because he didn't expect to hear York's voice all of the sudden, and turning around to look at him]

When did you get here?

((OOC. Because I didn't notice this when replying from my email XDDD changing what I had now))

[encryptedlock]

Well before your did, Grif. Saw you two walk in. Kinda hard to miss the orange armor, you know.

[He looks over at Ruby, then turns back to Grif and slaps him on the shoulder.]

Nice catch. Guess I should leave you two alone, hmm?

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[sweet, someone really did see him on a date with this hot girl! Glancing around to see if there are any others around too. The more that see this, the better. That's right, fuckers, he's on the date, not you guys. Suck it.]

I won't stop you.

[sent_farfaraway]

[there's an interested eyebrow raise at the mention of Grif getting a 'good catch' and a smirk when Grif clearly is pleased that someone saw him with her. If she knew she could have an ego boost like this sooner she would've tried to track down some of these guys before she got the new body ~ while they discuss she sips at her drink her eyes following the short conversation back and forth then she drops the straw she'd been holding between two fingers and offers her hand for a greeting]

I'm Ruby.

[encryptedlock]

[He shakes her hand. Also, grinning like an idiot under his helmet.]

Freelancer York. One of those specialists he was talking about earlier. Infiltration, with a side of hacking.

[He gives Grif a brief look of "won't Simmons be jealous?" Feel free to misinterpret this, Grif.]

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

The only one of them that's not annoying... most of the time.

[giving him a look right back, THE HELMETS SORT OF OBSCURE MEANINGS, but this is more of a "Oi! get lost! I'm trying to score here >("]

[sent_farfaraway]

[rests her chin atop her knuckles as her elbow sits on top of the tabletop smiling at the other armored guy]

So you both just... wear those suits all the time?

[encryptedlock]

Long as we can get away with it, yep. Call it paranoia if you want. Or habit, I'm sure, in Grif's case. Never know when it might come in handy.

[He glances back to the door.] Better get back to where I was sitting, though. Figure it's only a matter of time before a certain someone decides that a place called the Deathmatch is a place he needs to take over.

[sent_farfaraway]

[well that sounds like an interesting bit of information]

Who's the certain someone? Dangerous? Do I need protecting? [teasing glance to Grif]

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

A certain someone? Who are you even--

Oh, him. Right.

[taking her very literally]

Nah, this guys pretty harmless right now. He [nodding to York] just wants to make sure he stays that way.

[sent_farfaraway]

[she's vaguely disappointed -- what's the point of wearing armor if it's just because you're 'used to it always being there' anyway?]

Well then I'm grateful for that sort of forward thinking. [and now back to the whole helmet removal]

So Grif, York said you're not bad looking at all. [bites on her pinky nail a bit with a coy look] Are you going to take it off? [double entendre what?]

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

I don't see how he'd be that dangerous either way. But that's York's probably, not mine.

[daaaamn, yeah he picked up on that one. *_* Fine, Ruby, if you're going to be using sex appeal to manipulate then >O ... he'll go right along with it u_u]

Uh...

[glancing around, to make sure Simmons no one that would shoot him if they were given the chance is around]

Yeah sure. [unfastening his helmet and pulling it off] I hope you're not expecting much more here, it's a pain in the ass to get this stuff back on.

[sent_farfaraway]

[oh Grif you are underselling yourself by far and for your cooperation you shall be rewarded greatly as Ruby allows shoulders to shrug up and forward and she even leans a bit forward grinning at you putting it all out there cause this body is way too much fun not to]

You're cute, and if I expect more it won't be happening in a bar.

[encryptedlock]

[By the way, we've gone back over to our normal seat farther away, but York is still keeping an ear on this conversation and trying not to laugh. Oh, Grif.]

[newleveloflazy.livejournal.com]

[and now it's even MORE obvious exactly where Grif is staring]

Yeah? [not like he gets that comment often. But then, not like he's actually look almost in decent shape since he was like five though]

[pause, wait... did she just say what he thinks she did?!]

Yeah?