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 Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 3:04 pm
1. Table of contents [You are here]
2. Story
3. Characters
4. Rules
5. Episodes
6. Updates & Extras
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 3:28 pm
1. Table of contents
2. Story [You are here]
3. Characters
4. Rules
5. Episodes
6. Updates & Extras "Yo what's up, what's up?! What are you doing here all by your lonesome? Don't you know it's dangerous? Hurry, this way.
"You must be either brave or stupid to be walking around this here place at night. What?! You mean you don't know? Oh, God...
"This place is a hot spot for Vampires, they come-...
"Yeah, Vampires. They come here all the time looking for ignorant people like you. Oh yeah, and you look pretty defenseless too so I guess you'd be like a prime target. Wow, you have to be kidding. You mean you really don't know about Vampires?
"Lord. OK, Vampires are like us, but they're a bit different 'cause they eat us. Sorry, I'm not too great at explaing s**t. Let's see... They have fangs, they use them to suck people's blood for energy, they look just like regular people 'cept there's something a bit different....
"If you look into their eyes you'd be like hypnotized, they're usually beautiful so you let your guard down, hell, even their scent invites you in. The worst part is they don't like to play nice. They go crazy for blood sometimes so it's up to Hunters like me to keep their numbers low.
"Oh yeah, I forgot you don't know. Hunters, we hunt Vampires and if we kill them we get money. I know, it sounds simple, but try killing a Vampire someday and you'll see, hehe.
"Anyone can be a hunter, so it's not that hard unless you know what you're doing. But you kinda look dumb so I wouldn't reccomend it to you, aha.
"I think you should hurry on out before the Bloodsuckers come out to play. If you meet one, just remember these three rules: stay calm, don't show fear, and try not to expose your neck too much. Good night and good luck."
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 3:34 pm
1. Table of contents
2. Story
3. Characters [You are here]
4. Rules
5. Episodes
6. Updates & Extras These are the characters in the RP. Later on in the story I might add important NPCs to the list, but if you're name is not Aco, Jessie, Crush, and maybe Monica, you're name isn't going to be here. Quote: Name: Ben Gosder Age: 41 Sex: Male Appearance: His skin is darker than Marc's. He has large frizzy hair which is styled into two puffs at the left and right side of his head. He wears a headband which is tied around his forehead and is long enough to extend to his back. His face is rough and leathery, his eyes look mean and determined. He wears a red trenchcoat which is revealing near the chest where two straps tie it, below it are buttons. He wears white jeans with random red designs going up the left leg. Ben wears clean white running shoes which are really white. A cigarette is usually seen hanging in his lips. On his back is an incredibly large buster blade, almost as big as a traditional Japanese odachi. It is incredibly heavy though it appears that Ben can carry it around easily. It is a strange sword, black as the night and double edged, there is an open gap running down the middle to the hilt and it is filled with sharp "teeth". As a result the blade can be used almost like scissors would though it is incredibly hard to do it skillfully. Near the hilt of the sword is a red eye, one on each respective side. The eye seems to move, a trait that has given Ben's weapon the title of "Cursed Sword". Quote: Name: Marc Gareth Age: 18 Sex: Male Appearance: Has a golden tan. His eyes are more oval but they're squinty. His eyebrows are usually arched, making him appear angry. There are three vertical spots on his left eyebrow near the end, towards his ears, where he shaved off. Along the helix of both of his ears there are three, blackline circular barbells which are pierced in close together. On his left ear, on the lobe there is a large diamond stud. His hair is long but it is completely braided. He ties the braids up at the back of his head to create a messy ponytail. A few of the braids have either a red or white band wrapped tightly around them, respectively. He wears a red, collared-shirt that's unbuttoned down to his chest, its style is casual. Over that he wears a light, autumn jacket with fur along the edge of the hood. His pants are dark blue jeans that sag a bit but they stay at place because of a belt with silver studs. Marc also wears black-and-red basketball shoes. Quote: Name: Julian Cole Age: 18 Sex: Male Appearance: PictureQuote: Name: Catherine Cole Age: 14 Sex: Female Appearance: Catherine is 4'6 and very thin, almost sickly looking. Her hair is a silk smooth pale brown and her eyes are a very fine light blue, similar to her mother, and her skin is a mix of soft pink and a sort of ghostly white. Catherine wears what look like fancy rubber boots, and usually wears a dark green knee length skirt(other colors include dark blue, black, and white) and is always wearing a gray blouse with a black cross centered in the middle and usually wears either white or black gloves with a small cross of the opposite color on them. Growth wise, if it were not for her choice in clothing which reveals the fact she is female, she could easily be mistaken for a boy as long as someone didn't bump or hug her. She carries a fairly large travelers backpack which contains not only her personal affects but also her tools and equipment. She makes use of a 3 foot long walking stick which has been transformed into a cross that has had small strips of silver wrapped around it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 3:57 pm
1. Table of contents
2. Story
3. Characters
4. Rules [You are here]
5. Episodes
6. Updates & Extras [1] As I said in the character part of the thread, if your name is not Aco, Jessie, Crush, and maybe Monica, you're probably not in the RP and you should stop reading here.
[2] Swearing is allowed, just don't over do it.
[3] Romance is fine, just no cybering.
[4] These rules are liable to change but I'll probably warn you all about it so don't worry.
[5] This is an open RP, meaning there isn't one definitive storyline except for the bounty hunting Vampire thing.
[6] How can I say this? Hm.... NO GODMODDING!!!!! As the creator of the RP, I'm the only one who can do it but I'll never use it to hurt your character in a battle if it's against me, just if you're not here for a while I can take over briefly.
[7] Any type of weapons is allowed, just don't be an idiot and pull up in a tank.
[8] There are special powers but those belong to Vampires.
[9]Profiles have to PMed to me.
[10] I don't want to be a d**k so no more rules.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:05 pm
1. Table of contents
2. Story
3. Characters
4. Rules
5. Episodes [You are here]
6. Updates & Extras The RP will work in episodes, meaning one episode there will be one subplot and the next episode there'll be a different one. This is to keep the story fresh.
Opening Theme: Hiji Zuru Style
Ending Theme: Rise UpEpisode One: A Vampire is seen killing a couple at the edge of a town at night. The next day, the group arrives at the town, noticing it is a dark place where residents fear to leave their homes. While the group begins to hunt Vampires, Marc decides to rest at a cafe, where ironically it is him who finds the Vampires. After a scuffle with some thugs, he sends them to get their boss Kagetoki Kariya, who turns out be the Vampire that had killed the couple the previous night. Julian follows them, eventually him, Ben, and Catherine fight the thugs, killing all of them. Marc battles Kariya and wins, Kariya remarks that Marc isn't what he seems and that he can't hide his true self. Afterwards, while they burn the bodies, a mysterious stranger with voices in his head watches the group, saying how he will someday kill them.Episode Two:
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:08 pm
1. Table of contents
2. Story
3. Characters
4. Rules
5. Episodes
6. Updates & Extras [You are here] What happens in the story will be written as a summary in the Episodes part of the RP, anything miscellaneous would probably go here.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 10:59 pm
Episode OneOpening Theme:Hiji Zuru Style
Dark clouds rolled across the starless night, perverting an otherwise beautiful image. Yet, even in the most tenebrous of nights there is light, and so there was in this blanket of clouds a seam through which the moon appeared. It was large that night, and even though it wasn't in its fullest form the waning crescent appeared magnified. Strong winds from the river nearby provided harsh motivation for the clouds for they were always on the move, the scene never staying still even in the dead of night. The moon provided silver light for the sleeping world below. If one was foolhardy enough to try he could perhaps sit outside and read beneath the celestial body below. Yet, no one would dare think about doing something so inane, they knew better.
The light would not hold and eventually the tip of a dark cloud crossed the open space that only the moon occupied. First the tip of the fingers from a dark hand entered the plane and in continued until the cloud completely held the moon within its grasp. The light was effectively shut out, no silver light shone through and the world beneath the Heavens was cloaked in darkness.
Meanwhile, on the ground far below, in a small fishing town by said river, demonic beings used the darkness brilliantly as a tool on their quest for Human blood.
A small house, isolated from the town, was comfortably built at the edge of creek that branched off from the bay. It was nothing significant in the sense that it wasn't large, was built rather poorly, and wasn't too easy on the eyes, but it was a peaceful place to live compared to the rest of the town. Or so it should have been.
Outside the wooden house, it was deathly quiet. Perhaps on a regular night the crickets would be chirping, fireflys shining their brightest and the toads from the creek croaking their loudest, but tonight there was nothing. Still, one could not complain about there being no noise, especially when they had chosen to surround themselves in such peaceful ambiance.
On the inside of the house though, something was not right. Cold, bare feet treaded slowly across the wooden floor, the planks beneath creaking and moaning like old spirits. A young woman wearing a revealing night gown which was a few inches above knees was restless. It could have been her woman's intuition because her husband was still asleep in the bed. She felt around with her hands until she found the kitchen table. On it was an old oil-lamp, and beside that some matches. She struck a match and a small flame ignited which she applied to the oil lamp, lighting the room up.
It was a small space, the house was two rooms, one a living room and a bedroom simultaneously, the other a kitchen and a dining room. There was a door near the bedroom which could have lead to a washroom. The light from the lamp was feeble and the woman could still barely see but her husband had been woken up by it. He turned in the bed, his eyes barely open as he spoke to her.
"What's the mater, babe?" He mumbled.
"I just need something to drink," She tipped a transclucent container full of water until the liquid poured into a glass cup. It had barely touched her lips when there was a horrible noise. It fell from her hand in her surprise and broke against the floor, spilling water everywhere.
Outside of the house, something had scraped against the wooden walls. From the crisp sound it produced they could both tell it was something sharp.
The man was no longer asleep, but on the contrary he was up and awake. They looked at each other for a second, both paralyzed with fear and eyes wide open. Suddenly, the man chuckled, seeing the silliness in this.
"So excited tonight, why couldn't you have been like that earlier?" He got up out of bed, putting on a robe that was crumpled on the ground beside the bed.
"What was that?" The woman remained in her spot, apparently she was still scared.
"Probably just an animal. Clean up the glass, you'll cut yourself. I'll go check it out," The man said. There was an alpha-malish dominance in his voice, what he said sounded strong and deliberate. His voice did not betray his inner thoughts but as he reached for the handle of the drawer beside his bed his fingers were not steady at all, they quaked, but luckily his wife did not see because she was cleaning up the spill. He pulled the drawer open, revealing barely anything inside. There were a few spare coins, a Bible, which he placed on the top of the wardrobe, and a gun, which he carried in his left hand.
He walked to the door quietly, meanwhile his wife's eyes were upon him the whole time as she cleaned. He picked up the lamp she had lit from the table and carried with him, holding it and the gun in front of himself. The door creaked as he opened it with his gun hand and a cold-chill met him on the way out. The man stepped outside and looked around, moving the lamp around so he could see more around himself. Nothing.
Curiously, he walked to the side of the house where the noise had come from. As he walked there he shined his light towards the far corner of the house where it met the edge of the woods. There was nothing, and it was really quiet. Hesitantly, he looked at the side of his house. It took him a while to spot it but among the aging timbers that composed his walls was a deep, fine scratch, made with precision.
His brow furrowed and sweat begin to trickle down his forehead. As he made to touch the mark, a noise caught his attention instead. He shone the light towards the far corner of the house where he had previously spotted nothing, but now there was a dark shadow standing there. He was frozen by fear for a second but the amethyst eyes the shadow stared at him with pulled him back from his world of fear to an even worse world of reality. He raised his gun to shoot at it but it had already anticipated this and dodged, the gun fired and the bullet missed by a mile. The shadow chased after him but the man was quick, he ran inside his house and shut the door hard, leaning against it.
His wife immediatly went to see what was wrong, having heard the gunshot, but there was a loud crack and the splitting of wood as a hand broke through the door. It slashed across the man's chest with razor sharp fingernails, making him shout in pain, his wife screamed too but it was out of surprise and fear. The man walked away from the door and turned to face it, gun and lantern in hand. The wooden door was kicked out and a dark body dashed across their floor. The man had no time to fire his gun, only after the shadow had cut his throat did he squeeze the trigger and what's worse he had missed, the bullet going through the wall instead.
The husband lay on the floor, convulsing in pain as he died. Large amounts of blood spilled from his ripped jugular and cartoid arteries, collecting in a small pool around the man. The Vampire bent over, his tongue touching the man's neck at first and then his teeth sunk deep into him. The man shaked so very briefly, a look of intense fear in his eyes stayed that way even after he stopped convulsing and died.
It was the wife's constant screaming at the terrible sight in front of him that gained the Vampire's intention finally. She was in the bed, her sheats up to her face. He arose, standing tall and smirking evily at the defenseless woman. There was a mess of blood around his mouth, dripping off of his pointed chin. Large, evil, amethyst eyes stared at the woman hungrily, her husband's blood had not properly fed him.
"No good," He said in a blood-curling voice, making a slitting gesture with his pointed fingers. He advanced towards the wife, she protested loudly.
"No, please, I don't want t-t-to die!" She weaped, raising the sheets to cover up to her neck. He continued to go forwards, his fingers twitching. She suddenly, and desperatly, grabbed the Bible which her husband had left on the wardrobe and threw it at the Vampire. It hit him in the chest but it didn't have the proper result that she had hoped for, quite the opposite actually. The Holy Book burst into flames and had incinerated even before it hit the ground, leaving black ashes on the ground.
The Vampire only stopped briefly to laugh before he walked up to her beside the bed. Frozen in fear, she did nothing as his jaw dislocated so it could bite even harder.
"No, please, NOOOOO!" Her shout was ended as his fangs ripped into her neck, her voice cutting into the silent outside before it suddenly faded away with her.
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The clouds hadn't moved on the next day. They lingered, no longer pushed by winds. Black clouds rested over a dirt path, heavy with rain and ready to pour at any time. In the far distance, somewhere beyond the lake and the town, there was an occasional crack of lightning, lighting up the linings of the cloud. The thunder clap was heard a few second later.
A strange creature occupied the dirt path leading to a town. It walked funny, with some kind of swagger. It hopped a few steps to the diagonal left on one leg, the other tapping the ground only with the heel, and then the mirror-opposite.
It couldn't be helped, he was so far ahead of his comrades he was driven to boredom waiting. Of course, the amazing man of words Marc Gareth himself had beautifuly said, "I ******** hate waiting," and so it was, he ran off without the rest of his comrades.
Ahead of him, there was just more of the same, dirt path surrounded by green trees. A few more minutes later and there was still no town in sight. His stomach rumbled slightly and he stopped to put a complacent hand on it. It must have been hours walking this way and on top of the boredom he was officially starving. "Whoever said we go this way is a dead man," Marc thought. "But if it's Catherine then it's dead woman. No wait, girl, yeah. Wait, she can't even talk!" Marc turned around to see the rest of his group far behind. His braided hair was now blowing in the wind behind him and he felt the chill on his face. He zipped his jacket further, hiding the red shirt under it except the collar.
Marc went sideways and sat on the grass at the side of the path at the foot of a tree. "God, I couldn't have picked a slower group."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 1:54 am
Looking far in the distance his eyes found the form of his comrade on the horizon. Abruptly he came to a stop on the dirt path below him. Turning to the side he looked back toward his sister and comrade who wasn't too far behind. "Seems like he finally came to a stop up ahead. Just try your best to keep up." Julian said with a smile letting his sister know that he had no intention of leaving her behind. He was her older brother and would always look out for her, she was the only family he had left. His plans were to keep it that way.
Julian turned back around and continued to walk at a slow and deliberate pace. His hands remained in his pockets as they made their way down the endless dirt path. He didn't really feel that they needed to hurry so he just decided to go at his sisters speed.
At either of his sides he carried a 9mm semi-automatic handgun. They were both made of black stainless steel. The gun was loaded with a twenty round capacity magazine. His bullets were armor peircing and made of silver. At his waist on his sides behind his guns were two magazine holders. They were all filled with extra full magazines just incase he ran out. He was prepared for any vampire they may come across. Julian was a skilled vampire hunter even though he hadn't been doing it for too long.
((I tried to come up with something. Sorry if it's not the best, I'll get better with him as time goes on. It's always that way with new characters. ^^))
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heavenly angel goddess Crew
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 4:50 pm
Catherine's face light up like a candle and she broke into a wide warmhearted smile at her brother's thoughtfulness of her. Although she was happy on the outside, inside she was beating herself up. "Stupid backpack, if I didn't have this I'd be able to keep up, OK then, I'll just work even harder!" She thought to herself as she stopped for a moment, and gave a very determined nod and tried to walk faster and within a few moments passed Julian but was now struggling to keep ahead of him, her old cross walking staff was probably the one thing which kept her from a slurry of wipeouts given her reckless behaviour and responses to certain questions or responses.
Although many times it had been offered, she always refused to surrender her backpack, she felt it was her biggest way of being useful not only to their group but to her brother, the one person she truly had any feelings for, everyone else she either treated as just friends or forgot about entirely because it was far to painful to even try to remember.
Through her happy but yet sickly appearance, inside she was utterly torn, a fearful young girl doing things she shouldn't be doing, unable to talk after watching her mother be slaughtered before her eyes by a vampire... a memory she buried so deep within her subconscious that it was so easy to tell she was keeping something very painful locked inside of her, how else could such a young girl face vampires with her brother and yet still manage to smile. She wasn't mental, but she was pretty close to being classed as mental. Listening to a few of Marc's comments, her hearing being quite sharp as her own voice wasn't distracting her, something she actually kind of liked. She felt kind of free in a way, she noticed things not really thinking about talking, plus she was easy to talk to and always listened to what was being said, after all she couldn't ask for information to be said again, and thus always tried so hard to remember everything she was told and listen as carefully as she could.
She glared at his comments about being slow, if only she could say. "Well maybe if I wasn't lugging this fricking backpack that weights like half by damned bodyweight I'd be faster for ya! You want to play that way, suck on this!" In her anger to what was said, and as a response, the next thing Marc would have seen was Catherine taking a rather big wind-up and then a small wooden cross coming sailing his direction and nearly hitting him in the head. Sticking her toung out at him she quickly stopped and ran back, taking cover behind her brother and grabbed his jacket so she could use him as a shield if need be.
It was while she waited for a response and reaction from Marc that Catherine suddenly let go of Julian's jacket and began to stare at the blackened and storm filled sky above them. It was looking like it would be a pretty bad one too by her best judge of it. It was this kind of weather that was perfect for vampires to strike in. Most people stayed indoors during bad weather, they had no where to go, if they managed to escape the vampire, what good would they be in the dark, trying to overcome not only terrible weather but everything else that came with it.
Knowing this, Catherine pulled out her only holy cross, adorned with some bits of silver and what looked like gold, something that probably belonged in a Cathedral, something a young 14 year old girl shouldn't have in her possession and tried to wave it in Julian's face while she pointed at the sky trying desperately to get across her point. "The storm is dangerous, vampires could be around!" She wasn't going to get her hopes up however, as quite often, her attempts to do good, also did bad, from the others point of view, she was probably trying something to avoid getting in trouble because she threw a cross at Marc.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:40 pm
Marc's hands were far behind his head as he laid back and rested. Soon enough the rest of the group caught up to him and he wasn't so far ahead. It was nice to sit down after a long walk, especially when you're hungry because you're not burning energy, but Marc wasn't old enough to appreciate the peacefulness. A frustrated look was on his face and he felt the urge to get up and push the rest of group forward, like a sheperd would to sheep. What little restraint he had told him not to because Ben was there too. Catherine would be easy to sheperd, he could kick her around like a can. Marc always had a problem with Julian, too. They weren't the best of friends and Marc picked a fight with him whenever he had the chance. It was Ben's no-nonsense attitude that told Marc to stop because he knew he wouldn't appreciate the gesture of getting pushed around. Even as they passed, Ben took no notice of him but the eye on the back of his sword stared at him, following even as Ben moved away.
Marc recoiled when he saw this, a look of comical fright crossed his face. He turned away from the eye of the sword and saw something streaking through the air at him. He had no time to do anything at all and it was lucky that it had missed, a small wooden cross shape dug into the tree only about an inch above his head. His hands were raised in the air, shaking slightly and his legs were in the air too making kicking motions. A small noise came from his mouth,
"Yeeeee..." Marc regained his cool and took the cross out of the tree. Even without looking at Catherine to see her regain her poise after throwing he knew it was her. She was the religious nut who carried around little souvenirs like this.
"Hey!" He jumped up and sprinted after the group, more specifically Catherine. He still held the cross in his hand as he shouted at her, in his mock anger he ignored Julian's strong, big-brother presence.
"What'd you that for, huh?! You want this back?! Here!" He shouted as he winded up his throwing arm and threw the cross to the side of the path and into the forest, it went so far it dissapeared into the sky.
"Go fet-" Marc was about to continue when Ben cast him a look from the corner of his eyes. Ben's expression hadn't changed at all, his face remaining as angry. He reminded Marc of an angry old dog, something he called him occasionally.
"Yeah, I gotcha," Marc sniggered. He took a step-forward but it was with his hands, he cart-wheeled himself ahead of everybody so he wasn't behind Ben where that evil eye on his sword would stare at him. Ahead of them, maybe a quarter of a mile, there was something that looked like a bridge. It arched gently and when they got closer running water could be heard. Yup, definatly a bridge.
As they crossed it a couple of small houses could be seen ahead. They were most likely looking at the edge of a town.
(((Whoever posts next should explain the town. It doesn't have to be anything special it's just there is a lack of people walking about and it seems dark/gloomy.)))
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 2:24 am
Julian walked at the same pace he had been during the usual fight between his Catherine and Marc. It usually started with Marc saying something before a cross was hurled in his direction. Then of course Marc would retaliate by throwing the same cross where she couldn't get it. Like usual it made him chuckle slightly as they continued along.
His attention was turned toward his sister who was clearly trying to get his attention. He knew Catherine most likely had a hard time getting her point across, but Julian could sometimes understand. This was a time that he did. Looking up at the sky a slight smirk crossed his lips. "I see the sky sis. Just makes me all the more excited when there is a chance to find a vampire. It's what we do Catherine, those are the risks we take after all."
As Julian finished crossing the bridge, he came to a stop. His eyes looked forward into the town. The town was like any generic, after the bridge there was a few more meters of dirt path before it turned into a cobblestone street. The houses all looked identical from what he could see, and they lined the sides of the main street. There was an inn for travellers to stay the night before passing through.
In the middle of the town there seemed to be a large ornate fountain. The strange thing about it though was that no water seemed to be in it. Also, the town was lacking the usual hustle and bustle that towns usually had about them. The streets were basically bare of citizens which brought about the feeling of gloominess. The dark clouds around the city didn't help that feeling any as they seemed to block out the sun.
Julian blinked a few times before shrugging. "Guess there is no welcoming party, and here I was looking forward to coming to this town. Oh well, not every town is inviting I guess." He turned his head slightly before letting his eyes travel upward toward Ben. "This place looks deserted, did a vampire already get to them? If so, I hope it's still around here somewhere."
((Well, hopefully that works for the town. Seems like I got the hang of posting with Julian. Yay~))
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 8:11 pm
Catherine sighed as Julian clearly didn't get the point she was trying to make. "No, not cool, danger danger!" She would have continued, had she not seen her cross go flying off into the distance and stopped and glared at Marc. "Jerk, I spent a lot of time on that!" Her eyes started to well up with some tears. Marc was a complete and total jerk in her opinion, she only wished she could actually give her opinion. Looked up at Julian hoping for a little comforting, she sighed, another cross lost and something she'd have to make again. She started to brush away her tears after all Ben wasn't the one who gave sympathy, and Julian, knew how devilish she could really be when she needed or wanted to, and Marc would just make fun of her.
Although humans didn't have any powers, Catherine believed otherwise. As she crossed the bridge and looked at the town she felt the cold air around her and could feel something was seriously wrong. Of course people wouldn't go outside, bad weather, as she guessed, but also with vampires and such, who wanted to be outside? She couldn't shake the feeling that there was some kind of lingering evil, or something really dark nearby. Perhaps she was just being paranoid, she couldn't talk, so she always tried to be cautious. Taking the holy cross she was holding, she attached it to her walking stick cross, in a place that was clearly carved and created for this purpose. By Marc's terms, religious nut or not, she was still very useful.
As Julian talked to ben about people and vampires, Catherine carefully removed her backpack and let it to the ground with a rather loud thud which seemed to echo around them. It wasn't even a few moments before she was already digging out various tools and items that would be helpful to them. A few crosses, some garlic cloves, and a frying pan were quickly spread across the ground near her pack along with a few small blocks of kindling wood and a small bag of coal. She didn't care if Marc's small brain could remember what she was doing, but she knew Ben and Julian would take notice. She was setting up to make some garlic incense smoke, it had a large protective range and was fairly effective at giving some protection to a small town such as this. She would teach it to them so they could offer themselves some protection.
In her attempt to be useful, and do her usual duty, she didn't really pay attention to the fact the town seemed deserted, however the incense would still be useful regardless, as it would flush out any vampires, least she hoped they would, garlic didn't seem to be doing too much as it used too, perhaps they were getting immune to it? Catherine soon had a small fire going and was cooking the garlic cloves which slowly started to send a rather strong pungent aroma of garlic into the air. It wouldn't take long to get everything ready, they just had to wait for a little. While the garlic was being made ready, Catherine pulled out a small bag from her pack and removed a pair of slightly 'squished' sandwitches. She had made them last night before she went to bed for their lunch tomorrow, or breakfast, she never really kept track of what meal it was.
She got up and handed one whole sandwitch to Ben, and then the halves of the other to Marc and Julian. For herself she had a slice of plain bread which she slowly nibbled on taking bites that probably couldn't even feed an ant, it was a rather sad sight, she ate like a bird, always putting everyone else first. It was during times like this she missed not being able to say. "Enjoy, I made them specially for you." After dealing with the matter of some food she went back to tending to the garlic.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 5:53 pm
Marc walked over to the fountain and lay on its precipice, unzipping his coat to the bottom. Underneath it was a red collared shirt but everything else was hardly visible because his coat was draped over him. Maybe it was the approaching storm that had scared everybody away but Marc could not even sense anybody inside the homes. It wasn't that he had some sort of sixth sense, the place just felt empty.
Marc had begun to doze off, his chin in his palm. Before his arm had even begun to go numb from leaning on it, the intense smell of garlic woke him up. He sat up slowly, looking agitated that it was Catherine once again who was bothering him. A look of annoyance crossed his face.
"You're going to seriously piss off some Bloodsuckers. Oh well, I'm not going to stick around to deal with them, it's officially your problem." He got up and began to walk away, declining Catherine's offer of half-a-sandwhich. He knew what those things were like after being at the bottom of her fifty ton bag. They were complete messes, not to mention digusting.
"Keep it," Marc turned away from the "food". Instead, he reached his hand into the bag, taking out some money. It was probably more than he needed but it was what he had first grabbed so he decided to take it all with him.
"I'm gonna see what I can buy," Marc waved one of the bills at them like a farewell flag before putting it and the rest of his money in his ******** blocked, I'm not gonna do the most important part all shitty.)))
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