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 Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 5:14 am
Ever seen things that never made sense? Ever feel a touch but when you turned around and no one was there? Demons and ghosts exist among many other terrible things that lurk in the shadows. Hunters are needed to assist the Winchester brothers in their mission of destroying evil. But at what cost?
All Gaia RP Rules apply.
KEEP IT PG-13!!!! IF IT GETS TOO SUGGESTIVE TIME SKIP OR PM!!!!!
I am the goddess of this RP so I decide whether or not things are okay!!!!
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 5:19 am
 Emily was speeding down the highway when her Firebird began to choke and steam started seeping out from under the hood. She cursed and pulled onto the side of the road.Emily cursed again as she got out of the driver's side and stomped to the front of the car. She lifted the hood and checked the damage. "Urrggh, I'm going to have to get down under ya, hun" Emily said patting the side of the car. She walked to the back seat and grabbed th bag of tools. She then walked back to the front and slid under the Firebird, not caring about getting her designer jeans dirty.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 5:00 am
Dean was sitting behind the steering wheel of the '67 Chevy Impala as he sped down the old country road. He looked over at his brother, Sam, who was asleep. Dean chuckled a bit because Sam was snoring. Up ahead, he saw an old, black Firebird on the side of the road. Dean jabbed Sam in the ribs to wake him up. Sam jolted awake and said,"What the Hell, Dean!!" Dean chuckled again before replying," I thought you had enough beauty-sleep, Sammy. You see that?" Dean gestured to the car up ahead. Sam leaned toward the windshield and nodded. They pulled up beside the Firebird. Dean got out of the Impala and saw the loose-fitting jeans peeking out from under the front of the car. Dean looked over at Sam and muttered,"Probably just some teenage kid having trouble with the car his parents bought for him." The jeans shifted and when the owner of them scooted out from under the car, Dean and Sam's jaws dropped to the dusty ground.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 4:50 pm
Silver sped down the road, cursing those Winchesters. Okay, sure, they had taken her in, let her stay in their hotel room, bought her new clothes, basically showed her more sympathy than anyone else ever had...
Okay, maybe it wasn't very grateful of her to curse them for speeding off while she had to pump up her flat tire. But really, couldn't Dean have waited?
She glanced around. Highway it may be, but a highway in the middle of nowhere. And was this a corvette, or was this a Corvette? She pressed down on the gas, reveling in the roar of the engine as she barreled down the straight road at just under 100mph. She saw something up ahead and hit the brakes, praying it wasn't a cop. Nope, just Sam and Dean stopping to help some hot chick whose car broke down. She rolled her eyes, pulled over a bit past them, and got out to see what the hubbub was. And also to keep Dean from hitting on the poor girl too much.
As Silver got out of her Corvette, she noticed the paint job on the girl's Firebird. Nice shiny black. she thought to herself. Quite the classic. The grass crunched under her bare feet as she made her way towards the girl and the Winchesters, but she had to turn around, go back around her own car, and come up behind the Impala instead because the shorter route was also the direction in which the smoke from the Firebird was coming out in great black clouds.
Don't even say it, Dean. She said, before he was able to make any smart-*ss remarks. Because, let's face it: Dean often makes smart-*ss remarks.
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5ilverx5hadows Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 4:45 am
((Also, ignore the fuzzy dice. I didn't want that part just the car.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 5:13 am
Emily eyed the new guys that had just showed up. "24-year old chick having trouble with the car SHE bought AND fixed up, actually," she corrected them. She stood up and wiped her hands on the back of her pants. Dean smirked. Who IS this chick.... He liked her a lot. She had an attitude and sh wasn't afraid to show it. Just his type. Sam wasn't sure what to make of Emily. He thought she was an interesting girl. Sam knew there was something different about her. "My name's Emily,"she said. Sam was about to answer when Dean cut him off,"I'm Mark and this is my brother Adam." Emily nodded slowly. She looked at her phone and cursed again before saying," Can you guys just stay here?" Emily jogged to the trunk of her Firebird and opened it. Her hunting gear lined the inside. She looked over at them as they watched her curiously. Dean and Sam slowly walked over to Emily and she tried to close the trunk but Dean grabbed it and whistled when he saw the contents. Several sawed-off shotguns, revolvers, daggers, stakes, several magazines of silver bullets, assault rifles, sniper rifles, a few bags of rock salt, and some gallon jugs filled with water and marked 'HOLY' in big, black Sharpie letters. "Hey, Sammy! Looks like we have a Hunter!" Dean said looking over Emily's weapon stash. Emily looked confused. " You said his name was Adam,"she said, questioningly. Dean cleared his throat before replying,"Well..yeah. But you see we can't go around saying our actual names. I'm Dean--" "And that's Sam. You guys are the Winchester brothers aren't you?" Emily interrupted. Dean and Sam looked at eachother in surprise. Sam nodded, a bit dumbfounded. Emily shoved Dean's hand off the trunk, slammed it closed and leaned against it.
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5ilverx5hadows Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 1:34 pm
HI I'M SILVER Silver said, waving her arms around. I'M INTERESTING TOOOOOOO
She went over to the other side of the trunk lid, the side that Emily wasn't leaning against, and sat on the hood, knowing full well that any self-respecting lover of their car would get extremely pissed off by such a move. She could tell that Dean liked this girl, and she knew from the stories she'd heard and from her internal sense of men (what, banshees can read men quite well, it's in their nature) that if Dean's emotions got in the way and this Emily person wound up being something a bit more dangerous than just a hunter, then Dean would not be the one to tell her to scram. And the brothers never really listened to each other, she could read it in the tension between them. So Sam wouldn't be able to get Dean to agree and then tell her to scram.
So, basically, if it wound up that this Emily chick wan't so great after all, it would come down to Silver telling her to pack her bags, make like a tree, and 'leaf'.
So she would start by pissing her off. And sit on her car.
She got herself nice and comfy, her butt almost on the rear window and her feet leaving toe prints on the shiny black paint as she pulled her knees up to her chest. She continued her statement from earlier. I can be quite interesting, in fact. But, you know, just a teenager like me, what do I know in comparison with Emily the Magnificent 24-year-old car-fixer-upper and huntress supreme? She flashed her most sarcastic smile. It made her sad that she wouldn't be able to make friends with this girl. She seemed nice-snarky and full of attitude, but nice. But Silver hadn't survived all these years on the street by making friends. You drove away anyone who wasn't of immediate help, so that they didn't hurt you and/or didn't leech off of you. And, unfortunately, she didn't know any other way to live.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 5:02 am
Emily twitched a bit as the newcomer sat on her baby. She knew how some girls work so Emily tried not to show any emotion. When she shifted her weight on the trunk to face Dean and Sam, Emily attempted to keep the chick named Silver in the corner of her eye. Emily was going to try to play nice with the intruder. She smiled slyly and said,"So why are you guys bothering me anyway?" Dean smirked again. Sam smiled and replied," Dean here thought you needed some help." Emily chuckled a bit and greeted the new girl and said ," Would you be so kind as to please not sit on my trunk? I just had it re-painted"
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5ilverx5hadows Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 2:39 pm
Oh, honey, it's fine! Don't you worry, I won't scratch it! i know how precious this car must be to you, female hunters never have much going for them, so this car must be your only friend in the whole world. Silver widened her eyes and leaned back slightly, tracing a finger along the trunk lid as she said this. Her tone was dramatic, but not overly so, and it held just a teensy touch of sarcasm. It was enough that Emily would hear it but also subtle enough that a) she couldn't call her out on it and b) with a bit of time, she would begin to question whether she had only imagined it.
She sat there for just a few seconds longer, and then, taking on a completely different tone altogether, she stood so that instead of sitting on the trunk, she was standing on it. Her voice turned sad, lonely, and shy. But of course, if you'd rather not be next to me, I understand. I'm not welcome, none of us are, we're just in your way, and you're too polite to say it. She jumped down from the car, causing it to bounce a bit on its shocks and push Emily slightly off-balance. Then she made her way back around to where the Winchesters stood, squeezed between them, and put one hand on each of their shoulders. She looked up into the eyes of both brothers, first Sam and then Dean, and sighed. You guys heard the lady. she said, clapping her hands on their shoulders once more for emphasis. We're bothering her. I'm sorry about these boys, uhm, Ashley, was it? Oh, no, Amelia, that's it! Of course she knew she was wrong, but it was just another jab at this girl that had so much of the Winchesters' attention. Strangers were bad. End of story. Knowing that this would raise Emily's temper, she sped on before the girl said anything about it. Well, anyways, Amelia, don't mind them. They just can't keep their noses in their own business. Come on, boys, can't you see this is inconvenient for the poor woman? Here she is, stuck in the heat, working on a smelly old dirty engine in the middle of nowhere, and now she has you two to entertain as well. Let's get out of her hair and leave her to do what she needs to so she can get to wherever it is she's going.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 7:41 am
Emily smirked a bit at the girl. "Look, kid. I'm a very good hunter. In fact I was on my way to my next job when my Bird started smoking. Also I don't appreciate you assuming that I'm alone. In fact I'm going to be meeting up with some old friends in the next town up the highway,she said, picking the condisending tone and wording on purpose. Two could play at this game. Dean looked over at Silver and replied,"I don't think she actually cares, Silver. Do you mind if a take a look?" Dean turned his attention back to Emily. She shrugged and said,"Have at it." Emily's head was spinning a bit from the fumes and something else. A sense of forboding that eminated from the annoying teen girl. What the hell? Emily thought to herself.
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5ilverx5hadows Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 12:03 pm
Good, she doesn't like me. Silver thought, mentally patting herself on the back for a job well done. Still, Dean didn't seem to get the message. Oh well, with time the situation would change. For now, she would sit and wait.
Carry on, Dean. she thought to herself. Time will show us whether or not this was a good decision.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 7:58 am
Emily leaned against the driver-side door as she watched Dean crawl under her Firebird. He was under there for a few moments before saying," Yeah...you had it pretty much fixed except this." Dean tossed something to Emily. She caught it easily due to her fast reflexes. It was a strange, almost alien-like, device. Emily regonized it instantly. The dark blue designs intertwined and sent shivers down Emily's back. "SCHEIT!!!!"she cursed, in German, too. They had found her, those lying, creeping bastards. Why wouldn't they just leave her alone.
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