Thicker Than Blood Start

[gamemakers]

For Tributes with keen eyes, they'll notice that Peacekeeper presence seems increased and yet infinitely more ineffective in the last few weeks. Peacekeepers seem harried, as do the Stylists, and most of the Escorts titter and plot without alerting the Tributes as to what, exactly, is so exciting. They simply say that this weekend they'll know.

And so it happens that on the weekend in question, the Tributes are woken by their Escorts early and brought to a restaurant for a hearty breakfast. The restaurant is nothing spectacular, although they seem to be trying to make an impression on the television cameras that float around. The sleepy, cranky meal goes by and then the Tributes are led back to their Suites for a mandatory meeting.

Sitting on couches and the floor, in chairs and on windowsills, standing off to the side - people from the Tributes' homes are waiting to greet them in each District Suite. Some are confused, some accepting, some frightened and some elated to see their beloved. Either way, it should be an eventful reunion.

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[sterlet]

Castiel looks up at the voice. He recognizes the voice. He stands up when she approaches, his mouth set as if he's hiding.

He shifts, towards her. "Deanna."

[not_cocked]

It's her turn to wonder how the hell this person knows who she is.

"...yeah?"

She looks at the man, squinting, trying to figure out if she knows him. He does look familiar. A little.

((OOC- Do you wanna go with old head canon of Jimmy having been an old flame?))

[sterlet]

"Do you not know-- no." Castiel answers himself when he reads the confusion on her face. He takes a step back, his eyebrows knit. His hands waver at his side, against his coat. He is unsure, yet again. "I apologize for taking your time."

Castiel tries to leave, expand his wings, but there's nothing, and he stays rooted to the ground where he stands.

((whatever you want, i'm down for whatever))

[not_cocked]

So, this was clearly one of her guests. Just one she was entirely unaware of the existence of. Studying his face, it suddenly clicked.

"You're Jimmy."

A last name wasn't going to come. Really, after all these years, it was lucky a first name came.

((lets go for it, if only to break the ice.))

[sterlet]

Castiel looks down at his body, his dress, his hands. Not his, no, Deanna reminds him. He doesn't look up, not immediately. "My vessel." Now dead, retiring to his place in heaven, leaving Castiel alone in this body. He looks up then. "That's correct."

[not_cocked]

"What?"

Vessel? What the hell was he talking about? She tried to pull up anything she could remember about him, but all her mind provided was a religious boy, a small town kinda guy who had no idea about the stuff she was there for.

Nothing about vessels.

[sterlet]

The surprise doesn't show on Castiel's face, but he realizes, quickly, that Deanna doesn't know. Letting out a soft breath, Castiel looks down at his hands. "Are you safe?" The only question that matters. She has to be safe. As a Winchester, she never will be, but Castiel needs her to be in these strange surroundings.

[not_cocked]

"Well, as safe as you can be in some fucked up bad B movie dystopian death match." She said with a shrug, glancing over her back to make sure that hadn't been caught right on video.

Luckily someone else in the room was having a much more interesting emotional break down.

"Look, buddy...who are you?"

[sterlet]

"You will know me, in time." He knows this, has faith in this. There's too much tangled in the Winchester's fate for them not to meet.

[not_cocked]

Wasn't she lucky? A dad who wanted to see his sons, a man she didn't know yet, and no Sammy to be seen.

You suck at this, Capitol.

But she was interested in this guy. He knew the future, her future. And not just that.

"Why don't we go sit and talk, uhhh...what is your name?"

[sterlet]

The choice is clear. He could withhold his name, keep a Winchester not yet aware of the Angels in the dark, or go with his quiet, gut instinct. It's not something Castiel is used to, feeling compelled one way or another. It's reckless. Perhaps he is, now.

"Castiel."

[not_cocked]

"Castiel, huh? What kinda name is that?"

The guys has her intrigued, and she starts to move in the room, leading him away from the crowd. To a place she could talk to him more privately.