IC CONTACT POST

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[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

[[OOC: This is an IC voicemail post for all verses games. Please put the name of the verse/game you want in the subject heading.]]

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[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She turns herself around in his arms and presses her back against his torso. Her eyes turn up toward the sky. It almost feels like a normal night. The Darkness was doing her a favor and keeping its distance.]

I wanna really big bed an' a fireplace like you--you always see 'em in Christmas pictures. It'll be quiet an' warm an' with you.

[One hand still held the bottle and her other clasped over his hand.] I love you. Really. I'm a liar, and I lie about a lotta things, even to you, but...but I really, really love you. Sometimes I wish I didn' have anybody else so I could just love you.

Sometimes...shhhh. Sometimes I wish...I wish they'd all die.

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[Gabriel plants his chin on her head.] And sometimes I wish I could actually think like that. It'd make my life a heckuva lot easier. [He sighs and just faceplants onto her messy hair and hugs her a little tighter. God, he has to keep Lucifer away from her.]

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If they all died, I wouldn' hafta worry about anybody getting hurt. I wouldn' care so fucking much. Jus' do it in one big jump. Terry and Dio'd be better off without me. They all would. Joe hates me. I wasn' good enough for Riku. [That's alluding to something Gabriel probably has no idea about.]

They'd all jus' go away.

[She scoffs and shakes her head, despite her boyfriend's face buried in her hair.] Who'm I kidding? I can' lose people. Look at Yukimi. His stupid kids died 'cause I couldn' do anything, then he just left. I waited around in his jacket for four stupid months thinking he'd jus' come back for me. [Bet he didn't know that, either.]

I'd rather kill myself than be alone. I tried to. Trauma knew but he didn' even...your brother wants to take you away from me. I-I'll kill 'im. I don' care. I'll kill anyone who tries to take you away.

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[Gabriel files both of those things away and doesn't question them, because, really, what would be the point? The lady is soused and barely knows what she's saying and while he has no doubt, she probably believes it's true, it still hurts. Mostly because he's never identified with her more strongly than at this moment.]

I'm not going anywhere. And those boys adore you- hell, more people adore you than you think. But not as much as I do. You're not gonna be alone again, Jinxie. Neither one of us are. That's all there is to it.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She's quiet for a minute, swaying slightly as he holds her. Eventually, she pulls away from him, but keeps hold of his hand. Then, unsteady yet determined, she begins pulling him forward.]

I wanna tell you a secret. Let's go someplace...softer. I wanna sit with you an' tell you something really, really important.

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[Softer. Gabriel inhales and then teleports her back to his warehouse, except it's not so much what she's used to. The room she's in looks like it was made with aspects of her in mind- all black and pink with stuffed unicorns and pillows, silk and velvet and kind of sickening in its cuteness. It's like one big bed inside a safe, enclosed room, but there's clearly a doorway done up in Gothic spirals so she doesn't feel wholly trapped. As soon as they arrive, he lays her down and curls around her.]

Soft enough for you? [He pets her hair. Jesus A. Christ, sometimes it scares him how sentimental he's become.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Thank God it's been four good, long months. Otherwise, especially in this condition, she might have hurled all over this magical place designed just to her liking. Instead, she marvels at it, looking around even as he lays her down. With a laugh, she makes a decent assessment of his handiwork.] I'm inside my own, personal genie lamp!

[She can only manage to stay still for about half a minute, mostly because how he's laying, before she fidgets and grabs the nearest stuffed animal to her. Grinning, she hugs it and buries her face in it.]

Uh-huh. [That's all she can really manage while pressed against a fluffy unicorn. After she pulls her head up, she sits up with it and holds it between her knees, half leaning on the unfortunate creature. It takes some fumbling, but she gets the vodka open and takes a decent sized swig right from the bottle. Gabriel knows what a lightweight she is, and by this point, there's a good chance she'll give herself alcohol poisoning.]

You gotta c'mere. Come close so I can tell you my secret. [She curls her finger at him, beckoning him close.]

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[Gabriel wraps his hand around the vodka bottle as it comes down, looking to either pry it out of her hands or distract her by leaning closer at her command, grinning a little.] You are so drunk, babe. [A little closer, so much that they're practically nose to nose, his eyes doing that cute little smolder thing. Anything to keep her from noticing he's trying to sever her lifeline to Mr. Vodka.]

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I'm tipsy. [She corrects him, convinced of this. Her hand is pretty firm on that bottle, even when he's that close to her face. And when he's that close? She can't help but kiss him....somewhat sloppily. Roughly, too. All of her motor control is centrally focused on her hand. She's probably drunker right now than she was on St Patrick's Day. At least then, she could manage hair dye.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel doesn't waver, but he also doesn't attempt real force in trying to get her hand away- distracting her is just as good. He kisses her back, trying to guide her into making it a little more romantic, but that was a lost cause. Oh well. They couldn't all be winners. He pulled back a little.] Don't leave me hanging here, Jinx. What's the big secret?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Oh! [Like she had completely forgotten what they were doing in the first place, she moves from his mouth to his ear. She kisses his cheek, nips rather roughly at his earlobe, then whispers poorly into his ear.]

I have a new friend and you're a liar. He's not inbred or a hick at all. I like him.

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[Gabriel stumbles back a little, eyes going suddenly wide. It doesn't take two guesses to figure out what that means.]

You talked to Sam?

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Shhhh! [She's laughing.] It's a secret!

He's really nice. We had lunch an' talked all about your brother. [She puts a finger up to her lips and talks a touch quieter.] I think he might be on drugs, though.

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He's on demon blood. [Gabriel is so scandalized right now, he can't even.] Did he say anything about me- don't answer that. That sounds really gay. What did he tell you?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Demon...blood? [For a moment, she stops to actually process that, until he makes the gay comment. That derails her thought train and gets her giggling again.]

You're so nosy. Always gotta know exactly what I do an' who I talk to. Sammy an' I had a private an' intel...intellab...smart people talk. Which is why you weren' invited!

[Like this is a game, she can't stop laughing. She makes two attempts before she can stand up on the padded floor. She's very unsteady until she starts bouncing in place.]

You jealous? What'cha gonna do about it, old man? [The drunk teenager is at least being playful about it. This is fun to her. She'll hate herself in the morning, but right now, playing sounds nice. Even with something she should be feeling guilty about.]

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Not even a little. Sam can't hold a candle to me. [He beeped her on the nose and then pulled her down into his lap.] C'mooon. You can tell me. I won't let Sam know you're playing double agent.

[Well, two could be playful about this. :|]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She squealed when he pulled her down into his lap. The girl kicked a little, laughing, before she slipped one arm around his shoulders. Her index finger pressed his lips down and she shushed him.]

You know I don' kiss an' tell.

[Now she's just messing with you, Gabe.]

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You wouldn't be able to reach him. [Gabriel is so sure he's a better man than Sam Friggin' Winchester, he doesn't even consider the possibility, beyond the sheer irritation that Jinx likes him- not that he doesn't like the Winchesters to some degree] Don't even get any ideas from that- I hear from his paper trail of dead lovers he's got a venom cock worthy of the worst harlequin romance novel.

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[There's a dreamy quality to her voice as she sighs.] I love Harley Quinn romance novels.

[Snapping back to reality.] He's nice. He didn' try to kill me once. Didn' even freak out when he fig'red I was yours. Which he found out. With his brain.

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Even the kind where everyone dies? I mean, sure everyone dies naked after having the best sex, but I've read the books Chuck's been writing about those boys. They're just not that good. ...'Cept for the ones with me in them. I'll give the guy some credit. It's like he almost knows me.

[He stares] Huh. Well. I did save his ass- technically, he owes me. [Yeah, because Sam totally owes him when he's the life ruiner. Shhh.] Don't get too comfortable- the guy's screwed demons. He's not really the one you oughta be worried about.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[All she gets from that...]

That homeless fuck writes books 'bout you? I wanna read 'em.

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About them. Sam and Dean. I'm a secondary character. Hell, I don't even think I can say that much. I was only in two of 'em... The ones that got printed anyway.

You'll just have to sober up and ask Hobo Stephen King if he can cough up a few. I know he probably speaks fluent drunk, but I wanna keep you all to myself right now. Call me selfish, but that's just how it's gonna be. [He brushes a finger across the bridge of her nose and beeps her right on the tip.]