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Seductive God of Thunder Crew
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 Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 6:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 8:41 pm
The trip from North Carolina to Virginia had been rather uneventful, save for a few odd occurences that Jen had investigated, but what had really gotten her was the rumor of vampires in this quaint little town. Given that part of her job was hunting such bloodsuckers down and slaying them to protect the common folk, she of course followed the rumors and now wound up here. Tapping her fingertip along the steering wheel, Jen moved some of her dark hair away from her face, and she leaned back in her seat a bit.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was almost like they're practically advertising what resides here..." She shook her head a bit as she drove, not expecting Pascal to respond immediately; "Run Through the Jungle" by Creedence Clearwater Revival came on the radio, and the shapeshifter looked the be enjoying the music, so she wasn't going to talk his ear off when she could focus on finding lodgings for them to stay in for the duration of their time here. It'd only be a few days at most, she figured.
As Jen drove, she soon came across Mystic Falls Motel. Pulling into one of the parking spaces, she reflected briefly on the last five months. After sparing Pascal's life, teaching him how to hunt and having crisscrossed the Southern United States with him, she knew she could trust him. He certainly wasn't ever going to try to kill her, but that didn't mean he didn't drive her crazy eighty percent of the time.
Jen cut the engine-- and the radio-- and opened her door, stepping out and straightening her leather jacket before moving for the motel entrance itself.
"I'll pay for the room, you get our stuff," she said as she walked. Due to the lifestyle of a supernatural hunter, Jen and Pascal carried very little on them; they both had a few duffle bags with clothes, and a laptop that belonged to Jen which she used to aid in looking for cases.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 5:07 am
♫♪♫♪ Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh Mama I can hear you a cryin', you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long  ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♫Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know? xxxxxxxx♪Outfit xxxxxxxx♫Mystic Falls Motel xxxxxxxx♪Alone
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tab ✿ This place sucked already. Thalia had her ear buds in as she strolled along the side of the road into some dumb placed called 'Mystic Falls'. Ooohhhooooohhhhhoooooohhhhh~ Spooky, right? Pfft. It was as if she was stepping into Twin Peaks or something.... maybe a non-Creole version of a small portion of New Orleans? Most likely less fun as well. Oh well, she was only going to pass through anyway.
tab ❀ Thalia's black boots crunched on the dirt and rocks at the side of the road, the pavement braking here and there as she walked on the very edge. Was she doing that on purpose? Maybe, maybe not. She was bored. The thumbing rhythm of the song playing through her ear buds coincided with her pace making her feel rather bad a** at the moment. Not really caring if anyone else could hear her sing, Thalia began to sing the words as one of her new favorite songs came on.
tab ✿ It was just breezy and cool enough to actually make her fashion necessity, her black leather bolero jacket, needed. Especially with this long sleeve black blouse having that corset back and lace edging that showed off her nude back and the fact she was not wearing a bra. Why? Ever had an underwire stabbed into your skin while getting your a** handed to you during a fight? Yeah, The Girls were perky and free. Get over it. Her skinny black ankle jeans kept to her thighs like a second skin and was just as comfortable.
tab ❀ Thalia didn't have to worry about the breeze making her hair look like a birds nest since she had the god-given sense to put it up in a fancy swirling braid, via a stylist she had briefly lived with. God rest her soul. Yeah, that whole thing had been a huge mistake. Thalia just guessed that she could never be around anyone, something bad would always happen around her as long as she was different. Hm, guess people just react differently to seeing someone life something with their mind.... or having their eyes glow. She wasn't possessed, Thalia tried to explain but... well, everyone has their reactions. And their wrong close-minded way of seeing things.
tab ✿ The breeze did jingle her skull earrings making them chime lightly. The gust of grit and smoke from a passing car added to the breeze and the now semi-permanent coughing fit, probably had enough sand in her lungs to make her own pearls Zoidberg-style. Thalia gave the complimentary middle finger and a few choice cuss words the drivers direction and kept walking, only now she had the job of brushing the dust and dirt off her clothes. Ugh. "Maybe I should have just stolen a car or hitchhiked..." She muttered to herself angrily.
tab ❀ She brought her hands up to wipe the dust and grit off her face, all while minding her make-up. No need to look like a smudged goth. Well, the black lipstick and gloss didn't really help break that image since she was wearing all black. Even her manicure was black tipped with a glitter finish. Like a stylish goth fashionista... if that made any sense. Thalia wasn't an Emo or a Goth. She just liked looking 'cool', at least in her own sense of style. The black jeweled cross rosary that was around her neck made her feel just a little safe, but it too made her look far too goth-y. Her thoughts turned towards 'acquiring' new clothes in this town, with people who live in a town named like a teen girl's wet dream of vampire-on-chick action, how intelligent could they be? This place was probably easy pickings just waiting for her to stroll through.
tab ✿ "Oh thank my lucky a** stars..." Thalia whispered as she finally strolled enough through this damn place to chance upon a motel. "They had better have some ******** A/C and cable TV." She grumbled as she entered the front door to the Motel. Thalia adjusted the messenger bag on her torso and took out a wad of money from her jeans pocket. In one swift motion the ear buds were out and it was time for business. "Hey, how much for a single room, for .... let's say a week or two?" She stared counting, not bothering to look up to the person at the counter or the chick in the car that had blown grit all over her earlier.
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♫♪♫♪ The jig is up, the noose is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This will be the end today
Of the wanted man
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 12:26 pm
 Through the course of their long ride, Jen Browning's "co-pilot" had taken to a rather heavy amount of air-drumming to the beats that moved throughout the car. Even though he wasn't even allowed to touch the radio, it was nothing short of a miracle they liked the same music. That is, if Jen liked anything. A lot of the time, Pascal wasn't too sure. Blowing past street-signs, the large "Welcome to Mystic Falls" one in particular, the puckish shapeshifter couldn't help but smirk. Easily the least intimidating name for a place full of monsters...
Sounded more like a children's attraction at an amusement park. But deep down, he knew better about the world. It was an ugly place, and monsters near children was never a good thing. Even monsters like him. Didn't seem to matter what terror they found in the night over their fives months of hunting, almost all of them tried turning Pascal against Jen, with some nonsense about humans being worthless. Even if he could take a life without likely pissing himself, he could never bring himself to actively try. He just hoped Jen might get that, some day.
Pulling up to the Mystic Falls Inn, the radio cut out abruptly, totally killing Pascal's solo. He shot a look over to Jen, and before he could whine she as giving him the game plan. "Embrace my inner pack-mule, got it." He gave a salute, and opened his door, carefully shutting it as he moved to the back of the Camaro. Looking at the weapons in the back of the vehicle always made him a bit antsy. Sure, guns were cool and great in movies! But in real life... He'd proven to be less-than-capable of using one properly.
Lifting the bags onto his frame, he began making after Jen, who had already moved into the motel's interior. "Another day... Another series of murders about to happen... I should really hire a therapist." He mused to himself, opening the doors. As he stepped in, he found that Jen was not only not alone... but the person she was "not alone" with was more than incredibly... Woah... I need a new word for this... Uh... Sexirrific? Sextastic? He oggled for a few minutes, before stepping up to the counter with Jen and the attractive stranger.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 7:34 pm
Jen walked inside the motel, which looked decent enough, well-kept and not shabby, but not entirely expensive, which suited Jen just fine. She walked up behind the woman she had unknowingly grimed up, and stood patiently.
The woman at the desk, a pretty young redhead with a few freckles, looked to Thalia and smiled. "We charge forty dollars per night, ma'am," she said, sounding rather cheery.
Jen, hearing this, pulled out a credit card she gotten through fraud. This would be quick enough. However, she soon noticed Pascal staring at the woman in front of them, and her face gave an odd tick of annoyance. She resisted the urge to press her silver ring to his skin; she'd save that for when they were in their room.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 8:23 pm
♫♪♫♪ Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh Mama I can hear you a cryin', you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♫Jennifer Paige - Crush xxxxxxxx♪Outfit xxxxxxxx♫Mystic Falls Motel xxxxxxxx♪Two Weirdos
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tab ✿ This was just dandy. Was that NOT the car that had left a trail of grit and smoke? It was. So these must be the people inside of it. Thalia sighed as she glanced over to them, feeling her anti-social switch flick on.
tab ❀ Thalia nodded to the clerk woman and tossed nearly all her money out on the counter, roughly $280. "I'll stay for a week." She just really didn't have enough for two weeks worth of stay. "Thanks." The woman nodded and took the money, making sure to count it before putting it in the cash drawer. "Fill this small form out, nothing intrusive, just name, age, that kind of thing..." Thalia nodded and took the chained pen from the counter and filled in a mix of lies and truth on the small not care-like form.
tab ✿ "Done." Thalia announced and handed it back to the lady. The clerk looked it over for a moment and put it off in a stack next to her, "You'll be in room 7, go out the door and follow the left side till you reach door 7. Here's your key." Thalia took the key from her and gave a thin smile. "Thanks. See ya later." She nodded once, to be polite, and turned to leave, nearly slamming into the two behind her. "Sorry." She muttered and went around them.
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♫♪♫♪ The jig is up, the noose is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This will be the end today
Of the wanted man
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 10:12 pm
Pascal's oggling of the strange woman they shared the motel lobby with continued for her entire stay in the space. He could've sworn, for just a moment, she glanced to him. Apparently he hadn't been giving his default guise enough credit as of late... Marking that as a mental note, he gave the woman a little wink. He watched her movements as she paid, signed herself in, and headed out with a slam of the door. For all the restrained hostility and aggressiveness in the gesture... Pascal remained blissfully oblivious.
The shapeshifer turned to face Jen, still wearing a somewhat dumb smile. "Would you describe that woman as 'Sexirrific' or 'Sextastic'?" His dumb smile evolved into a smirk, one he knew he'd be paying for shortly after Jen finished paying for the room. Despite the certain knowledge he'd end up with that silver ring of her's dug into his arm for a bit, he was also sure that he would use the shape of the lovely woman they had just "met" in the future.
One of Jen's rules that he was never to take her form unless absolutely necessary; that didn't prevent him from assuming the shapes of other beautiful ladies, however...
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:06 pm
As the goth-looking woman bumped into her and Pascal and muttered an apology, Jen raised her hand slightly as a way of saying that it was fine. She was perfectly willing to let the situation go as she moved up and went about signing into the motel under a false name. Then Pascal ran his big mouth, and Jen froze in place.
She looked to the attendant with a wide, embarrassed smile. "My cousin here, he's uh... Yeah." she said, and looked back to Pascal. "Mal, I really have no idea what I'd do without you, you know that?" she said, giving him a look that told him just how much trouble he was in. She sighed, and then filled out the paperwork for their room, leading Pascal to Room 9, right across from Thalia, and shutting the door. Almost immediately after their bags were set down, she grabbed Pascal by the arm, pulled up his jacket sleeve, and pressed the silver ring on her right hand to his forearm, staying their for longer than usual. Clearly he had struck some sort of nerve.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 11:47 pm
♫♪♫♪ Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh Mama I can hear you a cryin', you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♫Jennifer Paige - Crush xxxxxxxx♪Outfit xxxxxxxx♫Mystic Falls Motel xxxxxxxx♪Alone
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tab ✿ Thalia headed towards her room and inserted the key, taking a breath of air before entering into the possibly horrible room. The door opened and her hand reached out with trepidation as her finger found the light switch and she flicked it on. Hm. Actually.... it was clean and nice. Not luxurious, but comfortable. The air smelled like Glade at least. No reaches or rats, so this was possibly the best place she had been so far, minus that time she conned her way into a High class hotel for her birthday.
tab ❀ She closed the door behind her and pocketed the key with a deep near-defeated sigh. "Well, home sweet... home?" Thalia started her routine of wiping everything down with her trusty container of Clorox wipes that she had in her messenger bag. After a few minutes of a fine once-over of commonly touched objects, Thalia finally sat down on the bed. "I need pizza."
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♫♪♫♪ The jig is up, the noose is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This will be the end today
Of the wanted man
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2014 6:37 pm
Given their history together, Pascal should have really seen Jen's reaction coming. Perhaps he had, but it simply wasn't enough to keep him from running his mouth. As she dragged him into the motel room, he couldn't help his thoughts from drifting to something along the lines of: That clerk girl is pretty cute, too... These incredibly poorly-timed thoughts were interrupted as Jen pressed the silver ring into his skin.
"Owowowowowowowhat'dIdo!?!?!" He didn't seem to move back too fast, whether it was because he was unable or simply forgot, he maintained his place next to her and took his "due" punishment. After Jen pulled the ring away, Pascal shook his arm. "Jeez... Y'know, you should see someone about this sadism streak you've got..."
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 12:07 am
 Jen BrowningHunter____________________________________________________ Jen scowled as she pulled the ring away from Pascal. "'Sextastic', and 'sexirrific'?! And you say that s**t to me, out loud?" she hissed. "Seriously, Pascal, do you have no sense of when to keep your thoughts to yourself? Wait, don't answer that, because I know what the answer is!"
She huffed, feeling more annoyed than she perhaps had a right to, but the one thing that crept into her mind was: Am I not good enough for him? Does he have to keep looking at every other girl we come across?! Not only that, but why does he like posing as women so much?!
And then she realized how stupid that thought was, but her cheeks went red nonetheless. Pascal had a way of so easily flustering her, being able to press her buttons like no-one could, and it infuriated her when she thought about it. So to keep from having an aneurysm, she grunted and moved over to one of her duffel bags, in which was her laptop. Pascal had insisted on her buying a rather expensive one, and while it certain ran well, she didn't understand the reasoning for it until she accessed the desktop and saw multiple foreign icons-- one looked like a dragon in the shape of a diamond, another had some sort of stick figure seeming about to fall into a hole, and there were others she didn't recognize.
"Wh-- What the Hell is all this?" she said, and stopped as an update for something she hadn't installed came up. "And what the Hell is 'Steam'? Have you been screwing with my laptop? I swear to God, Pascal..."
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 11:21 am
♫♪♫♪ Oh Mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Law man has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh Mama I can hear you a cryin', you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is comin' down from the gallows and I don't have very long ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ☁ ; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; "; '", :; " xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx♫Infinite Jukebox xxxxxxxx♪Outfit xxxxxxxx♫Mystic Falls Motel xxxxxxxx♪Investigating the shouting
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tab ✿ Shouting. Holy crapola, it was going to be one of *those* motels. Maybe she should just get it over with and go over there and tell them that if they were going to shout that they needed to ...not do that. And the make-up sex better be quiet too. Nothing more creepier than listening to bed springs. Especially the ones that she wasn't rocking.
tab ❀ Getting up, Thalia walked across the room and opened her door, peaking out to see who was there just out of habit, before locating the source of said shouting. With a deep breath, Thalia knocked on the door, a quit rapt of her knuckled against the tan painted door. She waited a moment for someone to come to the door and answer it. She was really hoping she caught them before they got to the point where they were having make-up sex. That would just be ....awkward. "Hello?"
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♫♪♫♪ The jig is up, the noose is out
They finally found me
The renegade who had it made
Retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This will be the end today
Of the wanted man
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