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asgardeventide2012-03-27 11:39 pm
pontiac) wrote in asgardeventide2012-03-27 11:39 pm
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Romans 12:10 }{ VIDEO
[The scene opens to a rather ridiculous sight, as either Castiel or Jimmy--it’s hard to tell which, as they’re both in the frame--is pondering a somewhat beat up but still functional looking bike. That’s nothing particularly noteworthy, though; what stands out most is that said individual is wearing very improvised knee and elbow pads, made of what looks a combo of small pillows and duct tape.]
I don’t understand why this is a necessary skill.
[The voice gives it away; the perplexed and safeguarded speaker is Castiel, eyeing the bike with some level of suspicion as he directs his comment at his doppelganger.]
Because! [A girl’s voice rings from somewhere off-screen.] You’re finally old enough for a paper route!
[Jimmy busts up at the comment from off screen but calms himself in order to focus on the situation at hand.] Dammit Mary... [He checks the bike and its riggings to make sure it’s good to go. Once he gets in control of himself again he goes back to reassuring Castiel.]
Think of it as a right of passage. You’re protected, thanks to Claire. [He tries to hide his laughter and fails miserably, looking more like a kid that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar than anything else.]
I’m not afraid of injury.
[A bicycle isn’t scary... Really. But this just seems like a bad idea all around. Still, Castiel determinedly grasps the handlebars and then awkwardly tries to swing a leg over it, and manages to topple right over, bike and all.]
[Whatever the hell happens next is punctured by a-] Oh god, is he- [That dissolves almost immediately into unseen giggles throughout the rest of the scene.]]
[A tinier voice in the background makes a startled noise somewhere near the laughter that’s off camera.] Are you okay, Castiel?
[Jimmy reaches down to help Cas and the bike back up and grips the handlebars to help him find his balance.] He’s fine, sweetie. [Jimmy answers for him so they can get this show on the road.]
[Castiel glances back to give Claire a nod, unharmed aside from a few small scratches he dutifully ignores, intent on figuring this out. Jimmy holding the handlebars helps and he manages to actually get on the bike correctly, a foot on the ground for balance, the other resting awkwardly on the pedals. There’s a pause.]
What do I do now?
Just pedal, I’ll guide you. [A common lie every parent tells their child, but Jimmy grips the rubber on the bars tighter to reassure Cas. He still has every intention of letting go once he picks up speed.]
[Castiel gives Jimmy a clear ‘I don’t trust you’ look, but he does what he’s told anyway, beginning to pedal slowly, trying to figure out how he’s supposed to keep his balance and do at the same time.]
[Jimmy helps him along for a few feet until Cas starts getting the hang of it and picks up speed, he runs alongside him until it looks like he’s figured it out for the most part and then lets go.]
[Castiel manages great, if a bit wobbly, for approximately ten seconds, until he’s out of frame. A moment later there’s a massive crashing noise and what sounds like glass shattering.]
[Claire gasps and runs out of frame after her father who’s reassuring her that it’s okay and to remember her first time on a bike. Jimmy cuts the feed purposefully so he can help Cas back to his feet and pat his back for trying.]
color key: light blue = Castiel, dark blue = Jimmy, light pink = Claire, dark pink = Mary Campbell-Winchester
I don’t understand why this is a necessary skill.
[The voice gives it away; the perplexed and safeguarded speaker is Castiel, eyeing the bike with some level of suspicion as he directs his comment at his doppelganger.]
Because! [A girl’s voice rings from somewhere off-screen.] You’re finally old enough for a paper route!
[Jimmy busts up at the comment from off screen but calms himself in order to focus on the situation at hand.] Dammit Mary... [He checks the bike and its riggings to make sure it’s good to go. Once he gets in control of himself again he goes back to reassuring Castiel.]
Think of it as a right of passage. You’re protected, thanks to Claire. [He tries to hide his laughter and fails miserably, looking more like a kid that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar than anything else.]
I’m not afraid of injury.
[A bicycle isn’t scary... Really. But this just seems like a bad idea all around. Still, Castiel determinedly grasps the handlebars and then awkwardly tries to swing a leg over it, and manages to topple right over, bike and all.]
[Whatever the hell happens next is punctured by a-] Oh god, is he- [That dissolves almost immediately into unseen giggles throughout the rest of the scene.]]
[A tinier voice in the background makes a startled noise somewhere near the laughter that’s off camera.] Are you okay, Castiel?
[Jimmy reaches down to help Cas and the bike back up and grips the handlebars to help him find his balance.] He’s fine, sweetie. [Jimmy answers for him so they can get this show on the road.]
[Castiel glances back to give Claire a nod, unharmed aside from a few small scratches he dutifully ignores, intent on figuring this out. Jimmy holding the handlebars helps and he manages to actually get on the bike correctly, a foot on the ground for balance, the other resting awkwardly on the pedals. There’s a pause.]
What do I do now?
Just pedal, I’ll guide you. [A common lie every parent tells their child, but Jimmy grips the rubber on the bars tighter to reassure Cas. He still has every intention of letting go once he picks up speed.]
[Castiel gives Jimmy a clear ‘I don’t trust you’ look, but he does what he’s told anyway, beginning to pedal slowly, trying to figure out how he’s supposed to keep his balance and do at the same time.]
[Jimmy helps him along for a few feet until Cas starts getting the hang of it and picks up speed, he runs alongside him until it looks like he’s figured it out for the most part and then lets go.]
[Castiel manages great, if a bit wobbly, for approximately ten seconds, until he’s out of frame. A moment later there’s a massive crashing noise and what sounds like glass shattering.]
[Claire gasps and runs out of frame after her father who’s reassuring her that it’s okay and to remember her first time on a bike. Jimmy cuts the feed purposefully so he can help Cas back to his feet and pat his back for trying.]
color key: light blue = Castiel, dark blue = Jimmy, light pink = Claire, dark pink = Mary Campbell-Winchester
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Angels must take a human host to interact safely with other humans. Jimmy was a compatible match for me, and he agreed to allow me to use him as a vessel.
This body is my own as of now, as I'm mortal here, but that is why we're identical.
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Ohhhhh she's audibly very unnerved.]
... So Lucifer was really serious about that?
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[Gross gross gross this is the worst subject ever.]
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I guess needing permission's a small step up from the Growers back home, but it's still creepy.
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[That it's creepy. But it's better than burning someone's eyes out whenever they look at him.]
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So what's that metal contraption supposed to be?
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[He knows how one works, but he just has no interest in the slightest in them.]
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But I guess you're trying something new, and that's good!
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[He clearly isn't that big on the whole bike thing.]
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Come on, it must be better than doing those sokudi things! Those sounded boring!
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He's quiet a moment as he tries to figure out what she's saying.]
Sudoku?
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[He likes puzzles. But wait a moment...]
Who told you I had an interest in Sudoku?
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Sam Winchester. He is a friend from my world.
[A friend who keeps talking about him, apparently, the jerk.]
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