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The Oncoming Storm
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Shadow Cat
The Oncoming Storm
~Ciera~
She blinked awake, her clear blue eyes shining in the early morning light that filtered through the dingy motel window. Another day, another job. She had read about it the day before and decided to get a few hours of sleep before taking off on another hunt. She wasn't any use to anyone if she couldn't keep her eyes open. With a sigh, she climbed out of the queen sized bed, pulling her hair back in a ponytail before making the covers neatly, grabbing her small duffle, and walking out the door.
She tossed the bag in the backseat of her '72 Dodge Charger, climbing in and beginning the drive to the next town where the case actually was. From what she could tell, it was a typical werewolf case. But if she didn't take care of it, no one would. She drove in silence as she usually did, not much one for music unless it was from a carefully selected playlist. The yellow lines on the road blurred past, the trees on either side of her towering high above the ground. Cold air flowed in as she cracked the window, felling the chill in the Michigan air.
It didn't take her long to get there. It was just about 60 miles from the motel she was in to the town where the case was actually at. She pulled into the parking lot of a different motel, quickly paying an going into her room to change into a more professional outfit before heading back out to her car and driving the rest of the way to the new crime scene. She could see the tension in the officers' faces as the glanced over at her, one of them jogging up quickly to see who she was, and determine whether or not she was supposed to be there.
"My name is Deputy Johnson. May I ask who you are?"
"Special agent Raydor." She replied, flashing her fake badge and walking past him. "FBI. What happened here?"
Shadow
Akin to a Fool
Anxo 'aka Ascalon'
His legs were crossed, his invisible wings folded against his back and trailing to the floor. The drab hotel room was behind him as he sat on the edge of the twin bed. Honestly, his respect for the group of humans known as hunters only grew the more he lived in their shoes. The past few weeks had been full of nothing but ghosts and vampires for him. Of course, he wasn't supposed to meddle in that sort of thing, but the pain he had been feeling from the monsters' victims was getting to be too much. Anyway; he wasn't sure how the humans were able to take such a difficult life. Most of the other Angels he had talked to seemed to think the humans below them, but that was ridiculous. The Angels could certainly learn a thing or two from these brave children.
Anxo rose from the bed and stretched. It was about time he moved on to a new location and perhaps even another job. He slid into his coat and tucked his blade up in his sleeve. A quick glance around the room confirmed that he had everything he had brought in last night, which wasn't saying much. He didn't have to travel with very many things and it was much easier to improvise or scavenge if he was in need of something. As he stepped outside, a grin crossed his face at the sight of his Mini Shorty Convertible car. He considered himself fortunate to have found the adorable little car at the junkyard. It didn't seem like a bad thing to take it, since he would obviously be using it more that the previous owner would. Anyway, this was one piece of technology he had fallen in love with.
He checked out of the hotel and crawled into the Shorty. He drove to a town just over 70 miles away, which took an hour or two. He had heard rumors of a werewolf group hunting the townspeople and that seemed like a simple enough case to do. He found a quiet café, likely to be full of rumors and myths about what was going on. He parked outside then went in and sat down, trying to spot someone who might be willing to talk. After a few minutes, he picked up his cup of tea (which he had no intention of drinking) and went over to an old man.
"This is a lovely little town. How long have you been here?"
HaniMoon
New Member
- So Mr. Dale, I know you have heard this question more than once already, but I must ask again. Do you remember exactly what happened on that day? - She asked as she jotted things down
- Let see. – The man frowned, spending a few moments to articulate his thoughts . – That night I was walking Molly across the park when I heard a woman’s shriek. I run to where the sound originated from. I took me a while to find where she was between all the bushes… and finally … finally there she was…. lying in a pool of blood.
- She was mutilated, I assume?
The man’s face immediately shrunk in disgust, eyes burning flames and grips clenching.
- Badly. I’ve never seen anything that brutal. Her limbs and necks were gnawed so deeply that the bones stick out everywhere. And her face… my… you can’t even recognize her face anymore. Not until I heard the news later… did.. did I know she was… my neighbor….
The large back hunched low, uncontrollably shivering. Had Charlotte not been there he would have probably broken into tears. Was he mourning for the victim, or was he scared of the fact that the blood-thirsting culprit was still hiding in the village, ready to strike the next victim anytime, anywhere? Perhaps both. In this small, separated town, it did not take much effort and intelligence to destroy all communication channels to the outside world. Whatever happened inside the town would come unrecognized until it was too late.
A beautiful location for hunting.
- Please rest assured, I promise I won’t let that beast run wide. – She patted on his shoulder and whispered gently. – We’ll try out best to catch the culprit.
After a few words of consolation she continued the testimony until she had gathered all necessary information before leaving. The man and the victim’s family that she had interviewed would soon realize this “Mrs. Alison” was a fake detective, but by then they would run around in futility looking for a fat Asian middle-aged woman. Never would they suspect someone with a totally opposite appearance. Taking off her disguise inside a public toilet, she drove back to the motel and began organizing all the notes while goggling on a cold convenient store sandwich. This case was the first among a series of murders. Apparently it troubled not only the town residents but also the local police force due to its peculiar murdering method. On the body there were bite marks too big and deep to belong to humans, yet rope-burned marks on the victim’s ankles proved that a human’s hand was involved in the case. A non-hunter would conclude that the culprit brought an animal along to “add in the fun”, especially after the witness confirmed he heard the sounds of animals fighting. Charlotte – however – knew all too well what this meant.
A certain wolf did not wait until the full moon to turn wild. The question is, why had they never attacked before? Were they a new resident, or were they recently bitten by a werewolf? If neither was true, then what triggered their madness?
At around midnight, she headed to the favorite bar of those local officers and hit on a few drunk officers. They were furious about this new woman who just came to the team today. A real hot baby, but with a sour manner and a sharp tongue. The team put up with her though, because apparently she was good. The case made impressive progress thanks to her. As she continued groping around the subject, Charlotte vaguely wondered if the woman was someone she should make friends with to progress more quickly in her hunt. Perhaps she would wait until knowing more about the woman’s success in solving the case to begin taking any actions.
Her day ended at early morning. Burying herself inside the warm soft blanket – body aching all over, Charlotte looked up at the mushy grey sky hiding behind the thick fog forever surrounded this town, and for a second, wondered if she would ever stopped living every single day like a main character in “Silent Hill”.
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(Sorry, I missed the notifications and did not know the thread had been created. @Shadow Cat, please let me know if you want me to fix any details, since I forgot to ask whether you'll run the plot or we'll do this together
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- Let see. – The man frowned, spending a few moments to articulate his thoughts . – That night I was walking Molly across the park when I heard a woman’s shriek. I run to where the sound originated from. I took me a while to find where she was between all the bushes… and finally … finally there she was…. lying in a pool of blood.
- She was mutilated, I assume?
The man’s face immediately shrunk in disgust, eyes burning flames and grips clenching.
- Badly. I’ve never seen anything that brutal. Her limbs and necks were gnawed so deeply that the bones stick out everywhere. And her face… my… you can’t even recognize her face anymore. Not until I heard the news later… did.. did I know she was… my neighbor….
The large back hunched low, uncontrollably shivering. Had Charlotte not been there he would have probably broken into tears. Was he mourning for the victim, or was he scared of the fact that the blood-thirsting culprit was still hiding in the village, ready to strike the next victim anytime, anywhere? Perhaps both. In this small, separated town, it did not take much effort and intelligence to destroy all communication channels to the outside world. Whatever happened inside the town would come unrecognized until it was too late.
A beautiful location for hunting.
- Please rest assured, I promise I won’t let that beast run wide. – She patted on his shoulder and whispered gently. – We’ll try out best to catch the culprit.
After a few words of consolation she continued the testimony until she had gathered all necessary information before leaving. The man and the victim’s family that she had interviewed would soon realize this “Mrs. Alison” was a fake detective, but by then they would run around in futility looking for a fat Asian middle-aged woman. Never would they suspect someone with a totally opposite appearance. Taking off her disguise inside a public toilet, she drove back to the motel and began organizing all the notes while goggling on a cold convenient store sandwich. This case was the first among a series of murders. Apparently it troubled not only the town residents but also the local police force due to its peculiar murdering method. On the body there were bite marks too big and deep to belong to humans, yet rope-burned marks on the victim’s ankles proved that a human’s hand was involved in the case. A non-hunter would conclude that the culprit brought an animal along to “add in the fun”, especially after the witness confirmed he heard the sounds of animals fighting. Charlotte – however – knew all too well what this meant.
A certain wolf did not wait until the full moon to turn wild. The question is, why had they never attacked before? Were they a new resident, or were they recently bitten by a werewolf? If neither was true, then what triggered their madness?
At around midnight, she headed to the favorite bar of those local officers and hit on a few drunk officers. They were furious about this new woman who just came to the team today. A real hot baby, but with a sour manner and a sharp tongue. The team put up with her though, because apparently she was good. The case made impressive progress thanks to her. As she continued groping around the subject, Charlotte vaguely wondered if the woman was someone she should make friends with to progress more quickly in her hunt. Perhaps she would wait until knowing more about the woman’s success in solving the case to begin taking any actions.
Her day ended at early morning. Burying herself inside the warm soft blanket – body aching all over, Charlotte looked up at the mushy grey sky hiding behind the thick fog forever surrounded this town, and for a second, wondered if she would ever stopped living every single day like a main character in “Silent Hill”.
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(Sorry, I missed the notifications and did not know the thread had been created. @Shadow Cat, please let me know if you want me to fix any details, since I forgot to ask whether you'll run the plot or we'll do this together
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General_warNpeace
One Thousand Club
Carsal leaned back into his seat as he scanned the photo's laid out before him. Each depicted a brutal and bloody scene. Large bite marks and deep scratches. Missing limbs and unrecognizable faces. Innocent victims of a monster few knew existed beyond folk tales. Idly tracing the vague outline of one of the bites Carsal wondered what his next step would be. He wasn't the only hunter in town if he payed attention to the small slips of new arrivals in town and questions, that he was sure of. However, he didn't know how many there were or how skilled they were. If he knew they were experienced he could leave the case in their hands, it seemed fairly straight forward, but his conscious wouldn't let him leave town without making sure the werewolf was taken care of. Releasing a heavy sigh he stood and haphazardly tossed the pictures into the yellow file then into his bag. Standing he stretched the kinks out of his back. He had come to a decision. "I need a damn drink."
Shadow Cat
The Oncoming Storm
Ciera's next order of business after she had finished getting her information at the crime scene was delving into the rumors of the town. The things that were at the forefront of everyone's thoughts, but at the same time never spoken about out loud. And what better place to find those than at a quaint little cafe on the edge of town?
She pulled into the parking lot of the cafe, getting out and stepping inside the small town restaurant. Upon entering, she observed the people in the cafe, trying to pinpoint which one would know the most about town legends. A mother with two kids, a older man eating breakfast, or two men having a quiet conversation. Well the mother wasn't likely to say anything in front of her children, she was certain of that. The old man would likely believe that any rumors in the town were merely rumors. So that left the two men. Time for her to join the chat.
She walked up to the counter, taking a seat beside the one nearest to her. "Coffee, two sugars." She said to the cashier, who had turned around and asked if she could get her anything. Ciera sat on the stool and looked straight ahead for a moment before glancing over to the younger looking man ((Anxo)) and speaking as the cashier sat her coffee in front of her. "Strange things going on around here, huh?" The comment would have seemed innocent enough, but really it was a conversation piece that would make any normal person feel compelled to offer an explanation on the matter. She sipped her coffee as she awaited the answer.
She pulled into the parking lot of the cafe, getting out and stepping inside the small town restaurant. Upon entering, she observed the people in the cafe, trying to pinpoint which one would know the most about town legends. A mother with two kids, a older man eating breakfast, or two men having a quiet conversation. Well the mother wasn't likely to say anything in front of her children, she was certain of that. The old man would likely believe that any rumors in the town were merely rumors. So that left the two men. Time for her to join the chat.
She walked up to the counter, taking a seat beside the one nearest to her. "Coffee, two sugars." She said to the cashier, who had turned around and asked if she could get her anything. Ciera sat on the stool and looked straight ahead for a moment before glancing over to the younger looking man ((Anxo)) and speaking as the cashier sat her coffee in front of her. "Strange things going on around here, huh?" The comment would have seemed innocent enough, but really it was a conversation piece that would make any normal person feel compelled to offer an explanation on the matter. She sipped her coffee as she awaited the answer.
Shadow
Akin to a Fool
"But that was only the beginning. I can't believe anyone is even still alive in this damned town. I only stay here because it's where my poor Ellie is buried. I'm sure you saw that old cemetery by the great big mansion. I never visit anymore....Arthritis 'as got me stuck in my house most days. Honestly, here is the only place I can manage to go out to. Their bagels are a piece of heaven, let me tell ya."
The old man hadn't stopped babbling for the last fifteen minutes and it was starting to be grating, even for an angel. So Anxo breathed a silent sigh of relief when a young girl came over. The old man paused just long enough for Anxo to say, "Yes, that is what I heard." Then the old man butted his way back in and started his tale all over again. "Perhaps if you would like to discuss it, we should go outside." Anxo said quietly to the girl. If she thought something strange was going on, maybe she had some useful information he could use. He stood up and nodded his thanks to the man, who paused to take a bite of his 'heavenly bagel.' He glanced at the girl and raised an eyebrow, hoping she was smart enough to run away before the old man could start up again.
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The old man hadn't stopped babbling for the last fifteen minutes and it was starting to be grating, even for an angel. So Anxo breathed a silent sigh of relief when a young girl came over. The old man paused just long enough for Anxo to say, "Yes, that is what I heard." Then the old man butted his way back in and started his tale all over again. "Perhaps if you would like to discuss it, we should go outside." Anxo said quietly to the girl. If she thought something strange was going on, maybe she had some useful information he could use. He stood up and nodded his thanks to the man, who paused to take a bite of his 'heavenly bagel.' He glanced at the girl and raised an eyebrow, hoping she was smart enough to run away before the old man could start up again.
@Shadow Cat @Crimson smile @HaniMoon @Leusis
Shadow Cat
The Oncoming Storm
Sensing the man wanted to escape the relentless babbling of the older man, she nodded curtly. "Yes, lets." She stood, walking out with the man in tow, still sipping on her coffee. The doors swung shut behind the two of them as she turned to speak with the man she had just met. "My name is Ciera." She held out a hand for him to shake, which would seem out of character to anyone who actually knew her. She didn't like social conventions, but in most circumstances, pretending to be a member of normal society paid off more often than not.
She was hoping that this man, whoever he was, might know some local legends. She had an inkling that this was the work of a werewolf, but there were certain things, small details, that just didn't add up. Perhaps local legend would fill in whatever she was missing.
She was hoping that this man, whoever he was, might know some local legends. She had an inkling that this was the work of a werewolf, but there were certain things, small details, that just didn't add up. Perhaps local legend would fill in whatever she was missing.
Shadow
Akin to a Fool
Anxo was relieved when the girl understood his quiet message and he followed her outside. "It is nice to meet you Ciera. My name is Ascalon." He said, using his human-friendly alias. He tilted his head and looked down at her hand, not entirely sure what to do with it. Kiss it maybe? Suddenly he recalled seeing two men shake hands upon meeting each other. He grabbed her hand and shook it, probably being less gentle than he meant to be. "Shall we sit and talk?" He asked, motioning to a nearby bench.
He noticed that she had a cup of coffee in hand and marveled once more that so many humans enjoyed that particular beverage. He had tried it a while ago in a lapse of judgement and it was absolutely the most revolting thing he had ever felt. Then again, most of the human's refreshments were less than appealing to him. He sat on the bench and glanced up at her.
"So what all do you know about what has been going on in this town?"
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He noticed that she had a cup of coffee in hand and marveled once more that so many humans enjoyed that particular beverage. He had tried it a while ago in a lapse of judgement and it was absolutely the most revolting thing he had ever felt. Then again, most of the human's refreshments were less than appealing to him. He sat on the bench and glanced up at her.
"So what all do you know about what has been going on in this town?"
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HaniMoon
New Member
The damn stingy old man did not pick up her phone. Again. As always.
Charlotte leaned on a tree's trunk and scruffled her hair; the waiting ringtone became more and more annoying. It took all her determination not to throw away the phone after the 4th failed attempt to reach him. She knew a freelance journalist should not expect to be respectfully paid in time, but the boss's request was way too random. Sometimes he pushed her to relentlessly produce new articles; other times her works took forever to be accepted. Were she not a hunter, Charlotte would never opt for this unstable, stingy-paid job line. Counting how many days she had left to "survive" before money came, she hang up and was about to head into the cafeteria for some juicy news when she overheard someone asked.
"So what all do you know about what has been going on in this town?"
From this distance the voice was small but still understandable. Tilting her head slightly to peek behind the tree, she saw a young man and woman sitting on a bench. "All you know", hmn, this question was too serious for a chit-chat. Rather than getting stuck in a noisy place for forever, why not stop for a moment to see if they had some good information?
So she leaned close to the tree and concentrated on listening. Unless they had the sharp sense of a hunter, they should not be able to recognize her.
@Shadow Cat @Shadow @Skylar
Charlotte leaned on a tree's trunk and scruffled her hair; the waiting ringtone became more and more annoying. It took all her determination not to throw away the phone after the 4th failed attempt to reach him. She knew a freelance journalist should not expect to be respectfully paid in time, but the boss's request was way too random. Sometimes he pushed her to relentlessly produce new articles; other times her works took forever to be accepted. Were she not a hunter, Charlotte would never opt for this unstable, stingy-paid job line. Counting how many days she had left to "survive" before money came, she hang up and was about to head into the cafeteria for some juicy news when she overheard someone asked.
"So what all do you know about what has been going on in this town?"
From this distance the voice was small but still understandable. Tilting her head slightly to peek behind the tree, she saw a young man and woman sitting on a bench. "All you know", hmn, this question was too serious for a chit-chat. Rather than getting stuck in a noisy place for forever, why not stop for a moment to see if they had some good information?
So she leaned close to the tree and concentrated on listening. Unless they had the sharp sense of a hunter, they should not be able to recognize her.
@Shadow Cat @Shadow @Skylar
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General_warNpeace
One Thousand Club
"So what can I do for you boy?" The old bartender asked in the local bar as he cleaned a glass. The image caused Carsal to smile at the similarity to scenes in almost every TV show and movie. Sometimes I wish my life was nothing but a TV show.
Taking a seat in the empty stool in front of the bar Carsal leaned forward and slid the local paper that advertised a need for a bartender. He loved being a hunter but it payed shit. So it wasn't uncommon for him to get an odd job here and there. If it happened to get him in a prime area for information then... well coincidences do happen. Occasionally. "A job," the man barked a laugh. "Boy you barely look old enough to drive let alone drink. "
"I'm old enough," Carsal drawled meeting the man's eyes. The look in his eyes, a world weary look most hunters had, made the man squirmish and he looked away setting the glass down and pouring a shot of whiskey. Scooting the glass toward Carsal he spoke. "The pay isn't grand. The shifts run into all hours. There is always a few drunken fights. Tell me boy why would you want to work in a place like this? Let alone in such a small town."
"I need a job. Nothing permanent but something that offers quick cash. This is the more legal alternative to some other options. " Carsal replied crading the shot. The man snorted. "So you ain't staying? I guess your do until I can find someone permanent. " Picking up the rag he threw it at the boy hitting him in the face. "Your shift starts now, so get started. Take that shot over to the gall alone in the corner."
Taking a seat in the empty stool in front of the bar Carsal leaned forward and slid the local paper that advertised a need for a bartender. He loved being a hunter but it payed shit. So it wasn't uncommon for him to get an odd job here and there. If it happened to get him in a prime area for information then... well coincidences do happen. Occasionally. "A job," the man barked a laugh. "Boy you barely look old enough to drive let alone drink. "
"I'm old enough," Carsal drawled meeting the man's eyes. The look in his eyes, a world weary look most hunters had, made the man squirmish and he looked away setting the glass down and pouring a shot of whiskey. Scooting the glass toward Carsal he spoke. "The pay isn't grand. The shifts run into all hours. There is always a few drunken fights. Tell me boy why would you want to work in a place like this? Let alone in such a small town."
"I need a job. Nothing permanent but something that offers quick cash. This is the more legal alternative to some other options. " Carsal replied crading the shot. The man snorted. "So you ain't staying? I guess your do until I can find someone permanent. " Picking up the rag he threw it at the boy hitting him in the face. "Your shift starts now, so get started. Take that shot over to the gall alone in the corner."
Shadow Cat
The Oncoming Storm
Ciera took another sip of her coffee. And here she was thinking she would be the one asking him questions. "Well, I've heard about some very interesting animal attacks. Doesn't seem much like animal attacks at all if you ask me." She took another sip. "But I just got here, so you'll have to forgive me. Perhaps that's normal."
Her attention was caught then by something she hadn't realized she had noticed. There was a tree nearby, with just a small bit of movement behind it. "Excuse me a moment." She said curtly, standing up and leaving her coffee sitting on the bench. She walked nonchalantly toward the tree, swinging around at the last moment and pulling out her gun. "Who are you?" She growled. In a hunter's line of work, you could never be too careful about what was going on around you.
For all she knew, this could be the reason those people were dead. There was no telling who or what was standing in front of her. Which is why she chose to aim the gun that contained her silver bullets.
Her attention was caught then by something she hadn't realized she had noticed. There was a tree nearby, with just a small bit of movement behind it. "Excuse me a moment." She said curtly, standing up and leaving her coffee sitting on the bench. She walked nonchalantly toward the tree, swinging around at the last moment and pulling out her gun. "Who are you?" She growled. In a hunter's line of work, you could never be too careful about what was going on around you.
For all she knew, this could be the reason those people were dead. There was no telling who or what was standing in front of her. Which is why she chose to aim the gun that contained her silver bullets.
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HaniMoon
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Charlotte stared at the guns with wide eyes. How sarcastic for her to think her presence was well hidden. In the end not only was she found out; she also only noticed the woman quickly enough to turn around and place a hand under her jacket – where the weapons are hidden. She was about to pull out the gun, but opted for the knife instead. Two ladies gun-dueling would catch unecessary attention, and she still wanted to reserve the image of a sweet college girl in the villagers' eyes.
Just at the right time, another woman appreared. Sweet, now she had two witnesses, the woman would be less likely to shoot.
“Hey, relax!” She screeched, waving the silver blade at the ginger-hair woman in a pathetic attempt to scare her. “Guns can make you go to jail, you know! And Miss, thank you for standing up for me.”
Charlotte said without looking at the other purple-hair woman; her whole attention was concentrated on the red-hair’s movements. This person was suspicious. She was quiet like a wide cat, not hesitated to point a gun at another person, and her gun-holding posture screamed professionalism.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to eave-drop. Just… too shy to come say hello.”
She stuttered; intentionally slipped her hands as if she was not used to holding a weapon. The silver blade cut a thin wound, but the flesh did not burn and decay as it would for a werewolf. Charlotte let out a quiet painful moan; the blade still clumsily directed at the woman.
“Could you… please put that thing away so we can talk? Guns are scary….”
Just at the right time, another woman appreared. Sweet, now she had two witnesses, the woman would be less likely to shoot.
“Hey, relax!” She screeched, waving the silver blade at the ginger-hair woman in a pathetic attempt to scare her. “Guns can make you go to jail, you know! And Miss, thank you for standing up for me.”
Charlotte said without looking at the other purple-hair woman; her whole attention was concentrated on the red-hair’s movements. This person was suspicious. She was quiet like a wide cat, not hesitated to point a gun at another person, and her gun-holding posture screamed professionalism.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to eave-drop. Just… too shy to come say hello.”
She stuttered; intentionally slipped her hands as if she was not used to holding a weapon. The silver blade cut a thin wound, but the flesh did not burn and decay as it would for a werewolf. Charlotte let out a quiet painful moan; the blade still clumsily directed at the woman.
“Could you… please put that thing away so we can talk? Guns are scary….”
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Shadow
Akin to a Fool
Anxo listened quietly as the girl started to talk about the attacks. Suddenly she got up and went over to a tree, pulling a gun out and pointing it at something he couldn't see. He quickly got up and went over, just after another girl had done the same. "Hey, everyone relax." He said quietly, counting more on the energy he was giving out to calm them down. He peeked around the tree and saw another girl. He sighed quietly, then flinched as she cut herself with a knife. "You don't have to hide. And...maybe I should take those for now." He said, nodding to the knife and gun. He had no idea how or why this whole thing had starting, but this was drama that he didn't want to escalate.
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HaniMoon
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"If she put her weapon away, I'll put mine away too. " Charlotte shrugged.
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(Hey Shadow, actually she's not on the tree, she's behind it LOL).
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(Hey Shadow, actually she's not on the tree, she's behind it LOL).
Shadow Cat
The Oncoming Storm
God, the woman was a moron. Either that or a really great actress.
But then that begged the question: why was she hiding behind a tree? And why was she carrying a knife?
It did not escape her attention, however, that the woman, whether accidentally or on purpose, had cut herself with the knife. And Ciera could see the small engraving on the side that said 'sterling silver'. So even if she was just acting, she was a werewolf. But that didn't mean she was any less suspicious.
Ciera cocked an eyebrow and sighed, putting the gun back into her holster and pulling a hand kerchief out of her pocket. She held it out to the woman, speaking more softly now. "You seem to have cut yourself." She said, indicating the woman should use it to stanch the blood flow. She paused a moment as she pulled her fake FBI badge out of her pocket. "Sorry about that. There have been some weird things going on around here, and you really can't be too careful." She paused a moment before flashing a look at the man she had just met and the other woman who had ran over, indicating everything was fine. "You wouldn't know anything about it would you?"
But then that begged the question: why was she hiding behind a tree? And why was she carrying a knife?
It did not escape her attention, however, that the woman, whether accidentally or on purpose, had cut herself with the knife. And Ciera could see the small engraving on the side that said 'sterling silver'. So even if she was just acting, she was a werewolf. But that didn't mean she was any less suspicious.
Ciera cocked an eyebrow and sighed, putting the gun back into her holster and pulling a hand kerchief out of her pocket. She held it out to the woman, speaking more softly now. "You seem to have cut yourself." She said, indicating the woman should use it to stanch the blood flow. She paused a moment as she pulled her fake FBI badge out of her pocket. "Sorry about that. There have been some weird things going on around here, and you really can't be too careful." She paused a moment before flashing a look at the man she had just met and the other woman who had ran over, indicating everything was fine. "You wouldn't know anything about it would you?"
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Shadow
Akin to a Fool
((Gahh! Sorry, I clearly need to pay more attention. xD ))
Anxo felt relief fill his chest as Ciera put her gun away and offered a handkerchief to the girl with the cut. He frowned slightly as she flashed an FBI badge and then asked if they knew anything about the weird attacks. If she was a normal FBI Agent it seemed like she would have shown her badge to him when they had first met. Maybe she was just trying to be friendly first and business-like later? He nodded to himself, assured that everything was probably just as it seemed. Unless it wasn't......he quickly shook the thought away, knowing it was his more human side talking.
"An old man in the café was kind enough to tell me all about his perspective on everything that has been going on. He might be a good lead for you, although I feel I must warn you that once he starts talking, he will not stop." Anxo said, pausing for a moment to see how the other girls reacted. If any of them happened to be Hunters, he should be able to see a slight shift in their body language or facial expressions at the mention of a possible lead. Not that he had mastered the art of reading people yet, though he was better than your average non-observant human.
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Anxo felt relief fill his chest as Ciera put her gun away and offered a handkerchief to the girl with the cut. He frowned slightly as she flashed an FBI badge and then asked if they knew anything about the weird attacks. If she was a normal FBI Agent it seemed like she would have shown her badge to him when they had first met. Maybe she was just trying to be friendly first and business-like later? He nodded to himself, assured that everything was probably just as it seemed. Unless it wasn't......he quickly shook the thought away, knowing it was his more human side talking.
"An old man in the café was kind enough to tell me all about his perspective on everything that has been going on. He might be a good lead for you, although I feel I must warn you that once he starts talking, he will not stop." Anxo said, pausing for a moment to see how the other girls reacted. If any of them happened to be Hunters, he should be able to see a slight shift in their body language or facial expressions at the mention of a possible lead. Not that he had mastered the art of reading people yet, though he was better than your average non-observant human.
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HaniMoon
New Member
Charlotte inspected the FBI badge, eyes shining up.
“Oh, you are that ‘Miss FBI’ Raydor?” She embarassingly covered her mouth. “My, sorry for my impoliteness earlier.”
This woman could very likely be an FBI, or not. To be frank, Charlotte was suspected of any new-comers who were not blood-related to the town people but still stayed in this boring town after hearing all the brutal murder stories. They were either crazy, or they came here for some purposes. The purpose could be anything besides from hunting werewolves though. Man, she wished hunters also have professional badges to show people and ask for corporation.
“I don’t know a lot about the murders, but the officers in the bar warned me not to walk home alone at night.” She cocked her head, trying to remember. “You know, killers love to prey on vulnerable people like drunk women. Especially tonight, most officers will gather at the festival at the main square to guard the crowd. So, be careful ladies.”
And if she was the wolf, this would be the perfect time for hunting. Charlotte planned to hang around the most suspectable areas tonight to see if she would luckily catch a werewolf. Hopefully she would meet other hunters, so they could assist each other.
She turned to the young man and grinned.
“Oh, and do you mind showing me who the old man is? I’m a sensational reporter and I’m really interested in the stories in this town.”
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“Oh, you are that ‘Miss FBI’ Raydor?” She embarassingly covered her mouth. “My, sorry for my impoliteness earlier.”
This woman could very likely be an FBI, or not. To be frank, Charlotte was suspected of any new-comers who were not blood-related to the town people but still stayed in this boring town after hearing all the brutal murder stories. They were either crazy, or they came here for some purposes. The purpose could be anything besides from hunting werewolves though. Man, she wished hunters also have professional badges to show people and ask for corporation.
“I don’t know a lot about the murders, but the officers in the bar warned me not to walk home alone at night.” She cocked her head, trying to remember. “You know, killers love to prey on vulnerable people like drunk women. Especially tonight, most officers will gather at the festival at the main square to guard the crowd. So, be careful ladies.”
And if she was the wolf, this would be the perfect time for hunting. Charlotte planned to hang around the most suspectable areas tonight to see if she would luckily catch a werewolf. Hopefully she would meet other hunters, so they could assist each other.
She turned to the young man and grinned.
“Oh, and do you mind showing me who the old man is? I’m a sensational reporter and I’m really interested in the stories in this town.”
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Shadow Cat
The Oncoming Storm
~Ciera~
She took out a small notepad, jotting down any information from the group that she found might be pertinent to her investigation. She had gotten some rather interesting information from the cops when she was at the crime scene earlier, but you could never be selective when conducting an investigation. She flipped the notebook closed and looked back up.
"Thank you all." She said, feigning gratitude.
Not that she had gotten all that much information from them. She had gotten more of a lead from the cop earlier. At least he had given her some what of a viable lead. He had told her that most of the attacks had occurred within the vicinity of an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. She planned to check it out as soon as night fell. After all, it was not exactly legal to break in to a warehouse, so going at night would give her better cover. But for now, she figured she would go back inside and buy another drink, only this time perhaps something with a bit more kick.
"Reporter, huh? What's so special about this particular town?" She inquired innocently.
She took out a small notepad, jotting down any information from the group that she found might be pertinent to her investigation. She had gotten some rather interesting information from the cops when she was at the crime scene earlier, but you could never be selective when conducting an investigation. She flipped the notebook closed and looked back up.
"Thank you all." She said, feigning gratitude.
Not that she had gotten all that much information from them. She had gotten more of a lead from the cop earlier. At least he had given her some what of a viable lead. He had told her that most of the attacks had occurred within the vicinity of an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. She planned to check it out as soon as night fell. After all, it was not exactly legal to break in to a warehouse, so going at night would give her better cover. But for now, she figured she would go back inside and buy another drink, only this time perhaps something with a bit more kick.
"Reporter, huh? What's so special about this particular town?" She inquired innocently.
Shadow
Akin to a Fool
Anxo listened quietly to the girls talking, and while they mentioned the attacks, nothing that was actually useful was said. One of them asked if he could show her to the old man. "Of course...." He answered, ignoring the feeling that she was hiding something. She seemed to be playing the 'young and innocent' card, but he couldn't see what harm could come of her meeting the old man. It wasn't as if the man had said anything worthwhile. As he nodded 'good day' to the other girls and started toward the café, he couldn't help but wonder when he had started being a human babysitter/caretaker. Well, that wasn't entirely fair since it had been his own choice to do so. He glanced down at the girl as he held the door open for her. "How long have you been a reporter?" He asked, trying to start a friendly conversation.
Shadow Cat
The Oncoming Storm
As the group departed, Ciera went her own way, deciding against stopping for a drink. She walked back to her car and drove toward the warehouse's location. After all, she always kept her weapons in her trunk so she always had them with her. She also scratched the idea of waiting another 4 or 5 hours until night fell. If she was careful, she could get in and out now without being seen.
It didn't take her long to find the warehouse. She got out, rummaging through her trunk for the best weapon she had for defending against werewolves. Her model 92 Beretta, loaded with silver bullets. She shut the trunk and pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she approached the large fence that surrounded the building. The lock on the gate wasn't all that secure, and she was in in seconds. She ducked through the yard and into a side door. As soon as she entered, the smell hit her smack in the face. The smell of blood and decay. "Awesome." She muttered disdainfully, readying her weapon in case something decided to show itself.
Water dripped onto the floor somewhere in the distance. The warehouse itself was dark despite the sunshine outside. Items and papers were scattered about carelessly, as if someone had left in a hurry. She walked along the corridor, keeping her eyes open for any sign of the werewolf. Not that she expected it to be here. It wasn't dark, so it was still in human form, likely roaming amongst the living. That gave her the perfect opportunity to learn a little something about her opponent.
It didn't take her long to find the warehouse. She got out, rummaging through her trunk for the best weapon she had for defending against werewolves. Her model 92 Beretta, loaded with silver bullets. She shut the trunk and pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she approached the large fence that surrounded the building. The lock on the gate wasn't all that secure, and she was in in seconds. She ducked through the yard and into a side door. As soon as she entered, the smell hit her smack in the face. The smell of blood and decay. "Awesome." She muttered disdainfully, readying her weapon in case something decided to show itself.
Water dripped onto the floor somewhere in the distance. The warehouse itself was dark despite the sunshine outside. Items and papers were scattered about carelessly, as if someone had left in a hurry. She walked along the corridor, keeping her eyes open for any sign of the werewolf. Not that she expected it to be here. It wasn't dark, so it was still in human form, likely roaming amongst the living. That gave her the perfect opportunity to learn a little something about her opponent.
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