soul_campaign | 002; video - february 14, 2010

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002; video - february 14, 2010 - early evening

[ The feed seems to be, quite unfortunately, firmly fixated on what looks to be a rather worn and dog-eared lapel and maybe a bit of a chin. He still hasn't quite mastered the fine art of proper SC use. ]

Should anyone come across two siblings among the new arrivals, I ask that you inform me immediately. One of these brothers possesses height greater than most; the other, a unique orneriness.

I thank you for your time.

[ Wait... oh, that's right. Ahem. ]

Might I also add: should any unpartnered Meisters have need of a firearm-based Weapon, do not hesitate to contact me. I would join in this effort however I can.

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[DENIED

Monk is a raw force of nature, barreling down the hallway with the righteous fury of a thousand obsessive-compulsive deities. he is a man transformed into a tool of justice. he will not be kept from his mission of restoring order and balance to the world.

he will also be leaping at Castiel if the poor guy doesn't get away fast enough.]

[ Before BREW, this wouldn't be a thing. Before BREW, Castiel could have simply left, removed himself from the situation and called it a day.

This is after BREW's delicate touch, and as so, Castiel must suffer the full brunt of the entire situation. When the man hits (and he hits more solidly and more hard than Castiel would have thought possible), he goes down like a towering column of Jenga blocks struck down by a mighty obsessive-compulsive fist.

One could say their meeting left him absolutely breathless. ]

[Monk would have been more satisfied with his imitation of a linebacker during the Superbowl if it didn't mean that he was going to have to dust himself off later.

as it is, there's work to be done now. with Castiel down and unable to hightail it for a tropical country with lax policies about extradition he set about STRAIGHTENING THAT FUCKING COLLAR.

the tie is also undone and taken completely because eurgh it's dirty and none at all is better than that. he tugs a little to make sure the ends of the coat line up, dusts off the shoulders a bit...and sits back satisfied.

congratulation, Castiel. you are now on the floor in perfectly straightened attire. feel the pulse of nature's order running through you.]

There.

[ his tie has been confiscated. there are the beginnings of a hefty and expansive bruise on his shoulder where it first struck the floor in its imitation of a felled tree. there is a man of undoubted madness above him with his tie in his neat and orderly fist.

he feels the pulse of nature's order pulsing through his being like a forming bruise on his shoulder oh wait. ]

Was that really necessary.

[ just a little wheezy, don't mind him. it'll pass. ]

Of course. I never do anything that's not necessary.

[which. probably says a lot about Monk's priorities, but his care levels about that are in the negatives.

the tie is carefully folded and put into his pocket for proper disposal later. in the meantime Monk produces a hand wipe from his other pockets and begins wiping down his hands. this all seems very routine for him.]

Is thievery also on your list of necessities?

[ Castiel isn't one for possessions; most of what he owns isn't even his to begin with. perhaps it's the latent sense of Jimmy in him or some strange and inexplicable attachment to something that had been on his person for so long, but seeing the tie vanish from sight stirs something in the pits of his soul.

something akin to irritation.

he makes a swipe at Monk's pocket. ]

It's not theft. I'm just getting rid of some trash.

[Monk sidles away from the swipe, raising an eyebrow at Castiel. what the fuck did he want that for? it was like holding onto a half-melted lollipop that had been stuck to a car seat for days.]

My garments are not trash, and even then it is still my offal.

[ pocket-snatch v.2. he's even getting onto his knees to do it, an expression of what looks to be determination crossing his face.

you aren't taking his stuff bro. ]

I don't think you'd get rid of it if I gave it back.

[looking faintly alarmed and scooting away again. he will take that hideous tie and you can't stop him]

You are correct: I wouldn't.

[ still not entirely certain why he's so vehement about it but OH HEY IT'S TIME TO OUTRIGHT LUNGE FOR IT. ]

[WOW WHAT THE FUCK DUDE THIS IS CRAZY AND YOU ARE GETTING HIM DUSTY

Monk obviously isn't expecting this and so goes down, but he'll be damned if he lets that tie go. you are going to have to pry it out of his cold dead hands, buddy.]

Stop! Stop it right now!

[ DUST IS CASTIEL'S MIDDLE NAME. (probably not.) HE LAUGHS IN THE FACE OF DUST. (he probably doesn't.)

But he's being very methodical about the whole situation at least. Continue to resist and he will be forced to sit on you. ]

Return the tie.

[sit on him and Monk will freak out like the world is falling down around his ears. HE'LL DO IT, DON'T THINK HE WON'T.]

No.

[ He is looking pretty close to it; gotta keep the guy down somehow, and body weight is the only available option at current moment. ]

This is not a request. Return it.

[ You know what? Do you know what?

Time to sit while he makes an attempt at pocket-rifling, that's what. ]

Absolutely not.

[oh. hell. no. welcome to the fight of your life as Monk struggles to GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THAT NOPE NOPE NO]

Yes.

[ can't stop this machine HE REALLY WANTS THAT TIE BACK SO BEST BE PREPARED FOR THE MOST BRISK AND DETERMINEDLY EFFICIENT POCKET PATDOWN OF YOUR LIFE, BRO. ]

No!

[ONLY IF YOU'RE PREPARED FOR THE MOST DEFIANT WRITHING AND ARM FLAILING IN RETALIATION, MAN. HE IS LIKE A CRAZY PERSON.

OH.

WAIT.]

Yes!

[ WOW WATCH IT WITH THE WAYWARD ARMS YOU NEARLY SOCKED HIM A GOOD ONE IN THE NOSE.

OH.

WAIT.

YOU JUST SOCKED HIM A GOOD ONE IN THE NOSE.

NOW IT'S MILDLY BLOODY POCKET PAWING GOING DOWN.

THIS IS A MAN UNDETERRED. ]

[blood. blood on his clothes.

blood.

on.

his.

clothes.

Monk freezes up for a moment before exploding in a wild frenzied fit that would make a passerby think that Castiel is trying to kill him. THIS IS A MAN FIGHTING TO ESCAPE WITH EVERY FIBER OF HIS OCD BEING]

It's blood, it's blood, get it off get it off!

[ To be quite honest, and Castiel himself wouldn't deny it himself should the topic arise, but the guy's frenzied outburst is quite nearly enough to both unseat him and unnerve him.

Gosh. What's his problem?

TIME TO RIDE HIM LIKE A MECHANICAL BULL

no

wait ]

Only when you return the tie.

[ It is perhaps the worst threat and compromise Castiel has ever made in the entirety of his existence (which is saying something), but he delivers it without a hitch and perhaps the best dire poker face he has ever mustered in the entirety of his existence. (which isn't saying much at all.) ]

Wipe! Wipe-!

[Monk would appreciate the great leaps and bounds Castiel is making in this encounter if he weren't busy working himself into a germophobic frothing fit.

he's continuing to buck and writhe, but now his hands are trying to make their way to his pants pocket and pull out a disinfectant wipe.

THIS COULD BE HIS ONLY HOPE]

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002; video - february 14, 2010 - early evening

action; HERE COMES THE THUNDER CASTIEL

action; MERCY

action; NEVER

action; his face forever

action; welcome to death city, please enjoy your stay :)

action; he wants a new bellhop

action; all the others quit

action; go and hire some more

action; no one wants the job now

action; monk: the one man army

action; all who hear his name cower in fear

action; all of heaven sings his praises oh wait

action; they're just jealous

action; like oh my gawd whatevah

action; the hills are aliiiive with the sound of butthuuuuurt

action; dont cry for meeee

action; MARGE AND TINA

action; THE TRUTH IS GET OUT

action; JUST GET THROUGH YOUR WILD DAY

action; sfdgfhjkll monk bb

action; it's geeeerms on his cloooothes