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[theresnodoor]

Rachel has yet to find what useful purpose Dean serves to this world or any other. So far his driving skills, propensity for violence, and taste in music has been far outweighed by the pure annoying of his personality.

The number of punches she's dealt his shoulder has multiplied ever since she hit her head, too. Maybe Jo was attracted to men that tried to baby her but Rachel would take a monster over a concerned individual any day of the week.

Which is why she had no problem with stealing one of Dean's guns after they'd made camp and he'd gone off to-- do whatever it was he was going to do. Se has her own, of course, but it doesn't serve her purpose.

It isn't shiny.

"Mort?" Rachel frowns and glances over her shoulder to make sure no one's around to see her acting like a crazy woman, talking to a gun. "C'mon, I need to talk to you."

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[lemur-sitter.livejournal.com]

Sokka is perfectly happy with life right now. He and Claire and Toph are set up just far enough away from the farm to have privacy, and close enough to help out with chores and share food; nothing has attacked them for a long time now; and of course, he has Claire.

Claire is the best part of this world. Obviously.

At the moment, he's in the kitchen, looking for the ghost; it doesn't seem to be here, and so Sokka can raid the fridge without guilt.

Omnomnom foods!