Zynn67
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I am a 29 year old lady who has always loved writing, roleplaying, and creating new OC's. I can write in 1st or 3rd person, and have no real preference on either! I also enjoy Supernatural roleplays (I can only be Dean or Castiel.. or an OC, though.).
I'm getting back into this, and very excited to do so!
A sample of my style:
~Dean's steady fingers thumbed the leather on his Baby's steering wheel as he hummed along absent-mindedly to whatever classic rock song was playing. His thoughts were with the Angel, Castiel, who he hadn't heard from in a few weeks. His brows furrowed and his lips pursed as his mind jumped to the worst conclusions; maybe he was being held up somewhere, hurt, or even--
"Dude?"
Dean's head sharply snapped to the passenger side as his eyes met his brother's confused and concerned ones. He cursed himself silently at his lack of alertness, as his mind was so clouded that he didn't even hear his brother enter the Impala. As quick as lightning, the eldest Winchester flashed Sam an award-winning smile, and gruffly replied, "Ready?", completely brushing off Sam's concern. The other hunter regarded his older brother with a look of ever-growing worry for a few moments before finally tearing his eyes away to focus ahead of him.
"Dean, he's proba--"
The emerald-eyed man cranked up the volume dial without a second thought, which cut his brother off from the rest of whatever the fuck he was thinking of saying. Damn him if he was going to start talking about feelings. Dean shuttered internally at the thought as Sam leaned back into the seat and threw his arms up in exasperation, "Real mature!" he yelled above the grainy track of a Metallica song. Dean only gave a short sigh in response before pressing his foot to the gas pedal and cruising Baby right out of the shitty motel's parking lot; they both failed to notice that it started raining.
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"So, what are we up against, Sammy?" Dean's light words broke the silence in the dead-quiet Impala. The radio was shut-off an hour ago when they lost the signal, and the eldest nor the youngest Winchester bothered sticking in one of the cassettes. The quiet nature of the ride was uncomfortable to say in the least, but Sam buried his nose into the files and newspaper clippings of the next hunt, and Dean kept driving while trying to push the thought of an endangered Cas out of his mind.
Sam shuffled a few of the papers in frustration as his lips parted to speak, but they promptly shut as he shook his head, sending locks of chestnut hair swishing from side to side. "You know what, Dean? No," agitation was unconcealed and dripping from Sam's voice as he continued, "We aren't going to keep on brushing this off. Why are you so worried about Cas?"
Dean gripped the wheel of Baby tighter, doing his best to keep his tone even despite the anger, sadness and who the hell knows what else he felt, "The files, Sam. Come on--"~
Can't wait to get to meet more people to write with!! :)
I'm getting back into this, and very excited to do so!
A sample of my style:
~Dean's steady fingers thumbed the leather on his Baby's steering wheel as he hummed along absent-mindedly to whatever classic rock song was playing. His thoughts were with the Angel, Castiel, who he hadn't heard from in a few weeks. His brows furrowed and his lips pursed as his mind jumped to the worst conclusions; maybe he was being held up somewhere, hurt, or even--
"Dude?"
Dean's head sharply snapped to the passenger side as his eyes met his brother's confused and concerned ones. He cursed himself silently at his lack of alertness, as his mind was so clouded that he didn't even hear his brother enter the Impala. As quick as lightning, the eldest Winchester flashed Sam an award-winning smile, and gruffly replied, "Ready?", completely brushing off Sam's concern. The other hunter regarded his older brother with a look of ever-growing worry for a few moments before finally tearing his eyes away to focus ahead of him.
"Dean, he's proba--"
The emerald-eyed man cranked up the volume dial without a second thought, which cut his brother off from the rest of whatever the fuck he was thinking of saying. Damn him if he was going to start talking about feelings. Dean shuttered internally at the thought as Sam leaned back into the seat and threw his arms up in exasperation, "Real mature!" he yelled above the grainy track of a Metallica song. Dean only gave a short sigh in response before pressing his foot to the gas pedal and cruising Baby right out of the shitty motel's parking lot; they both failed to notice that it started raining.
---------------------------------------------------
"So, what are we up against, Sammy?" Dean's light words broke the silence in the dead-quiet Impala. The radio was shut-off an hour ago when they lost the signal, and the eldest nor the youngest Winchester bothered sticking in one of the cassettes. The quiet nature of the ride was uncomfortable to say in the least, but Sam buried his nose into the files and newspaper clippings of the next hunt, and Dean kept driving while trying to push the thought of an endangered Cas out of his mind.
Sam shuffled a few of the papers in frustration as his lips parted to speak, but they promptly shut as he shook his head, sending locks of chestnut hair swishing from side to side. "You know what, Dean? No," agitation was unconcealed and dripping from Sam's voice as he continued, "We aren't going to keep on brushing this off. Why are you so worried about Cas?"
Dean gripped the wheel of Baby tighter, doing his best to keep his tone even despite the anger, sadness and who the hell knows what else he felt, "The files, Sam. Come on--"~
Can't wait to get to meet more people to write with!! :)
