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Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

you where totally gay. he informed Sam with a smirk before blinking. oh. Bisexual? he asked curiously. well.... i guess i should have seen that actually. he admitted to Sam. you never where into anything that was easy, don't see why the women in your life would be any different. what are you gonna do when you meet your soul mate? just... never have sex with women again? he wondered. Well. that's very true. he agreed with Sam. plans never really worked out the way they thought they would. Bigfoot is different than a Sasquatch and that's different than the Abominable Snowman. same family, different kinds... kind of like tigers, lions and Leopards. he admitted. That's true, and she never asked me if i was a serial killer so she probobly knows. he admitted before smirking a little. Baby is relieved. he agreed. i'm gonna park Baby right next to this gorgeous girl. he decided before snorting. we only have to tell the truth. we received a distress signal from a fellow Agent and are trying to find her. he admitted, popping open the car and looking for any information he could. room key especially, or an I.D. a phone number, a notebook, anything that might have any information on it.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

was not. And yes. Bi. And I dunno, I dont have any plans on meeting him just yet, so well just wait and see what happens when I meet him. How about you, now that youre here, are you just never going to have sex with anyone else?He asked curious, before thinking about that, shaking her head a little. ah. Okay, Ill remember that....we totally need to write that down in our books.He said looking thoughtful about what the families of bigfoot contained. He was such a nerd. ...you sound like your setting your car up on a date.Sam rolled his eyes before smiling. True.he said leaning in and looking himself, pausing when Dean popped the glove compartment, because it was much like theirs, a tangle of fake ids, two cells, and a journal, and while there were multiple names on the ids, at least they had a picture . Soft blond hair, wide blue eyes, almost to delicate looking to be a hunter. While he didnt know her, Dean would. Bailey Daniels, one of the few women whod made a full time job out of hunting, constantly moving, much like the boys.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

Dean laughed. Sam. i'm never going to have a chance to ever be with her. of course i'm going to have sex with other people because she is never going to want me and i can't have her anyway. he stated simply. i guess i should... i never really think about it. he admitted. what, you think Baby isn't beautiful enough to pick up chicks? he demanded. this Gorgeous lady would totally do Baby. he admitted before smirking a little as he popped open the glove compartment. part of him wondered if maybe it wouldn't work out after all. this girl was practically an identical copy to his personality. Got a pic! he said, examining it and cringing because, fucking hell he knew her. shit. they'd dated for a week, just after Dean had given up on ever truly having a soul mate. he'd been eighteen and it hadn't worked out well. Well... this is going to be... just... great.... he groaned. Her name is Bailey Daniels... he admitted, sliding out of the car and closing the door, patting it gently. Here. you move Baby and i'll go in and ask the front desk if they've seen her. he decided, heading inside with the picture to as the front desk if she was staying there or if they had seen her.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

...So, youve given up on any sort of normal life?Even though she is a hunter?Sam frowned at his brother, before sighing. Well write out the entry when we finish here.He said before snorting, shaking his head. She is, though I think youre the only one who treats your car like its a girl.Sam said amused, his amusement growing as he realized just how much deans soul mate was like him. Not realizing that it was because in those early years, when they both had just started hunting, Bailey had spent time with both Dean and John, picked up some habits that had shaped her even 10 years later. ....You know her?I take this didnt go well.Sam said as he eyed his brother as he moved out of the car, nodding slightly as he took the keys. Okay. Ill be right in.he said, not protesting that theyd just parked. Wondering just what had happened between the two hunters. Agent?The desk clerk looked up, frowning a little as Dean introduced himself. I didnt think these killings required three Feds showing up but....The man shrugged, shaking his head. I havent seen her since yesterday morning.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

she's a hunter Sam. she knows better than to get involved with me. it would never work and i couldn't keep her safe. you know, just as well as i do that Micheal and Lucifer would kill her just to make me suffer. he admitted. nah. she does too. he admitted. we hunted together for a long time. he admitted. two years almost. she joined us off and on shortly after i gave up on ever having a soul mate and she'd come and go as she pleased. Dad hated having her there but he promised her dad or some shit so he showed her the ropes and kept her alive and no... it didn't go well. he admitted. Sir. there have been six murders in the past month, all from the exact same group of people and yu think the FBI wouldn't get involved? this is a profiled case and this girl. he wiggled the picture. is one of us even if she didn't tell you she was. she sent a distress signal and now you tell me she hasn't been seen since yesterday. he sighed. which room was she staying in? i'm going to need the key and any information on where she might have said she was going. he admitted.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

...Maybe. But you deserve to be happy to, dean.Sam sighed softly, shaking his head a little because it hurt to see his brother like this. To know that hed given up on any sense of normal life. ....Thats amusing. Really.Sam snickered a little watching his brother, curious. So, 18, 19?Interesting time to have a girl tagging along.he said sounding interested in just how badly it had gone, but not about to ask about it though, not when she was in danger. They had to find her, soon. Well, considering Id left for college, so you could use the backup. Probably only reason Dad put up with it.he said making a face, because he understood that even if hed made a promise, john wouldnt have done it otherwise, unless hed found her useful. Well find her dean. Yes...I guess os.The man frowned as he considered that, staring at the picture, before sighing. No, she came in for some coffee and food before she left again. Like weird to ,but not horrible.The man said because the girl really had been odd, different hauling everything into the motel. Room 101, back corner bottom floor. Heres the key.He said handing the key card over just as sam walked in. Frowning slightly. Said she was driving out to gifford national forest for the day, thought it was weird she didnt take the car though.Which either meant shed run into trouble in town, or found another way out to the forest for some reason. Let yourselves in, and just bring the key back when your done. Sam was quiet until they got to the room, pausing when they pushed the door open, looking around at the newsclippings pinned to the wall, books piled on the floor. It looked like a hurricane had ran through the room, a manic researcher it looked like. Frowning as he moved further into the room, sam looked the clippings over again. Dean, these are older then just six months. Whatever shes looking for, seems she knows its more then just what the people think is a local sasquatch going wild.Though why shed mention the beast if she knew it wasnt true was questionable, unless she was so pressed for time, shed simply given dean somewhere to start looking for answers.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

well. i suppose if you want to think that you go right ahead. it wasn't a secrete that Dean didn't think he deserved to be happy after all. more like seventeen eighteen but cose enough. he admitted with a smile. it wasn't for the backup that he let her hang around. she made damn good bait. that's why she left. because we used her as bait. we weren't quick enough and she got hurt. i went to go save her nd blew the cover and i god dad hurt and he beat the shit out of me. she tried to get in the middle of it so he beat the shit out of her. we ran away for a week, had sex... neither of us knew what we where doing and broke it off because neither of us knew where to go or what to do. she told me if i went back to dad she'd never see me again.... i went back to dad and i never saw her again. he was telling Sam so he'd drop it, he knew Sam would get the memo. yeah she's a bit of an odd duck but she's one of the best. Dean admitted. that's why it's so troubling that she sounded the alarm. he admitted. she's never had to before and something so sudden, we didn't even know she was investigating this until we got here. he admitted. you know of anyone who might have a map of the forest? he asked the man. and we're going to need a room for the night if you have any open. he admitted before grimacing as he realized that Bailey had likely gotten into shit there in town. he headed after Sam and looked around the room and sighed. pack up everything. he ordered. we can't run the risk of someone trying to cover their trail and clearing it out for us and we can't leave it here even if that wasn't a worry. he admitted. i'm beginning to think the Squatch she's talking about isn't of the sassy variety. he admitted, grabbing a marker and drawing something on his hand. he hoped she'd understand. it was something he often drew on his hand when he was going to go hunting with his dad. to explain the blood on his hands. a buck. stick figure of course. he wasn't very good at artwork. still, it would let her know, he hoped, that he was hunting, and that Dean Winchester was too.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

...ah.Sam tilted his head a little, before wincing. Looking at the picture again. Yes. I could see how a young female would be bait for the things that go bump in the night.Sam said a little pale at the idea that his father had been callous enough to use a girl whod probably stayed more for deans company then anything she was learning, to make sure there was no way theyd ever be able to be near again. That even after 12 years of not seeing her, dean was this upset about it. Not that his brother was being emotional over it, but he knew it had upset him. ....Despite that. When she needed help, she went looking for you. Means something Dean.He said before nodding, hed drop it. Knowing hed never convince dean to do something he didnt want to. The man frowned before wincing a little, yes. She seemed anxious about things...and yes.The attendant moved over to the rack of fliers, finding the right map before holding it out towards him. That has all the trails of places she asked about. She was looking for the lake and backwoods, said she was looking for something about sasquatch or the hunters who were killed.The man said sighing a little as he nodded. Theres a room available.He said handing the key over for that two. If it is a squatch of some kind, they have help. I mean, coming into town, means human.Sam muttered wincing a little at the idea of her getting into that much trouble in town. Packing up things he paused, frowning a little as he pulled a picture closer to him, looking it over. ....Is it just me, or does this sorta look like Crowley and Abbadon?The current lord of hell and a Knight, that could never be good news. The only thing that was okay, was it appeared to be at least a decade old, though if it was a decade....someone in town might have made a deal. Looking up when Dean drew on his hand, tilting his head as he waited to see if Bailey would add something. Working to clean up the rest of the stuff, he frowned slightly as he saw the sudden wash of blood appearing on dean's hand. Dammit, that meant nothing good.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

...yes. well.... he looked away. the thing that went bump in the night wanted more than than flesh and blood. it had wanted, and damn near got, her virginity. John had not thought that her being raped warranted Dean blowing their cover and letting the monster get away. It means she's desperate and doesn't have any other choice. he stated simply before frowning at the man.Anxious? he asked a bit worried. thank you. he said, accepting the map and looking it over before leaving Sammie to collect the room keys. Crowley? he asked, moving over to the other and plucked the picture out of his hands. what the hell was she looking into? he wondered, his eyes scanning the walls now. Your thinking the same thing i am... someone here made a deal and she's getting involved? if Crowley's fucking with her, im going to split him open and see if demon guts look any different thank human ones. he decided before he went so very stiff, his face pale as he stared at his red tinted skin. ...she's never had blood on her hands for long enough to transfer before.he whispered, actually sounding frightened now. we need to find her. now. look faster. he commanded, beginning to search now, desperate for any clue as to where she could be before snarling as he realized this wasn't going to get him anywhere. okay Sam, you're the smart one. where do we go from here?! he demanded.
Thread: Blood written(lady/moon)

Sam winced at that, swallowing hard.we'll find her dean. I promise.even if he had no right to promise it, he'd make sure they got to her, because they had to. For him, there was no other choice.yes. She was worried and upset last time I saw her...you're welcome.he said watching dean and sam go. Yea, I think.sam frowned at the picture, she might have come expecting one thing, and found a crossroads demon instead...he frowned.if she's gotten involved it means a hellhound. Might be why she thinks it's a quatch, they look similar if you see them from far away....sam frowned before wincing at dean's blood thirsitiness, if it's crowley, we'll make sure he knows better then to screw with hunters anymore.which he should already know, but they'd make sure he knew it.dammit.sam cursed softly when he heard her words, searching faster, looking for anything that could show where she was wincing at dean's snarl.the forest. If she was searching there, it's likely whatever she's hunting took her there.he frowned before nudging dean's hand open again, wincing when he saw the bloodywriting, seems she'd run out of pen, or someone had taken it.....the Rangers retreat at Gifford mountain....it should have a drive that the impala can get up.he said already heading for the door
Thread: Shadowrun themed Group roleplay

I'm interested
Thread: Shadowrun themed Group roleplay

Ooh, yay. Do you have any idea on what kind of character you want to play?
Thread: Shadowrun themed Group roleplay

I'd want to be a cyborg troll swordslady!
Thread: Shadowrun themed Group roleplay

Cool, we'll see how the interest goes.
Thread: Shadowrun themed Group roleplay

I'd be interested to play an Elf, probably a Decker andor Face.
Thread: Shadowrun themed Group roleplay

Awesome! One more person and I'll start working on the setting.
Thread: Shadowrun themed Group roleplay

I could be down for playing a mage.
Thread: Shadowrun themed Group roleplay

I am totally interested! I don't know Shadowrun, but futuristic cyber-punk fantasy sounds kick ass. Keep me posted and I'll read up on that link you sent.
Thread: The American Dream [Haru|Kitten]

Steve Rogers , better known to the world as Captain America , was entering Stark Tower. Under request of Tony Stark of course, and the billionaire had assured Cap that he had some news that Rogers might be interested in. Such a distnguished guest was met by Pepper Potts herself and Rogers was soon led into one of Stark's inner sanctums. It wasn't long before Tony made an appearance. Drink? Stark asked, making his way to the small minibar. That's ok. I thought I was here on business. Rogers said, following Stark's movements and walking a bit closer to the other man. Avengers business actually. I've found another potential. was hoping you might go and talk to them. Stark revealed, the fine snifter of bourbon pouring two fingers into a glass. Oh? Talk to who? Rogers pressed, his curiosity piqued. Just a girl. That's all. I know you're rusty on the whole 'talking to girls' thing. This might be good practice. Get her on our side and all that. Or turn her to the Dark Side. You never know. Tony said with a little smirk. Dark Side? Rogers asked, only vagule yfamiliar with what Tony was talking about. You know, turn her into a Sith Lord, or whatever it is that outcome would be. Actually she's a really nice girl. Works as a bartender down at the Snakebite. The Snakebite? What kind of name is that for a bar? Steve asked, wondering just what Tony had up his sleeve. It's a little dive bar close to Soho. Popular place for bikers. You should fit right in, just take your Harley. Stark quipped, and took another sip of his bourbon. Steve rubbed the bridge of his nose. Fine, I'll go talk to her. You have the address? he asked. Stark handed him a business card. Looking at it Steve tucked it in a pocket and headed out. ---------- The Harley pulled up outside the Snakebite, several other bikes there, a couple Harleys and even a few crotch rockets. Even from outside, the sounds from inside could be heard. Steve had dressed a bit conservative. Jeans and a form hugging tee, his motorcycle jacket over that. Cap's six-foot-two-inch frame came up off the bike when he shut it off, and he entered the establishment. Letting his eyes adjust to the lighting, the smell of the bar washed over his senses. Billiard tables and a couple pinball machines were close to the back, and Steve headed toward the bar. Several pairs of eyes followed him but he paid them no mind.
Thread: The American Dream [Haru|Kitten]

That fateful night not long ago was burned into Olivia's brain. Much as she had tried to ignore what had happened, Tony Stark seemed ever persistent that she join up. You're not like everyone else, you know that, right? He had told her that, sitting across from her in a coffee shop. And she had listened to his sales pitch. But living the life of a hero just wasn't for her, was it? Everyday bartenders didn't get tasked with joining The Avengers or fighting crime. She was tasked with kicking people out when they got rowdy. Her mother had even taught her to be cautious with her powers. Never show them, sweetheart. The world isn't ready for you. Hey, gorgeous. A man was across leaning across the counter of the bar, obviously drunk but very obviously hitting on Olivia. She could only take a sharp inhale, hazel eyes decorated in color locking on him. He was a threat, though not an obvious one. Don't call me gorgeous. We aren't dating and you don't tip well enough for that. She cocked an eyebrow at him, putting together a drink for someone a seat down, trying to avoid his eyes. Her purple hair, vibrant in nature much like the rest of her, was down so as to cover her face somewhat. Enough that she didn't see tall, blonde, and Patriotic walking through the door. Long as you're makin' my drink 'n dressin' like a slut, I'll call you what I want. The man slurred out the words, words that stung. He was drunk, and an idiot, and normally it might not have bothered her, but she felt her own mutation reacting. Clenching her fist, she held it under the bar, feeling it glow blue with power and rage. We're gonna have a bigger issue here if you don't shut your mouth, assface. Her eyes narrowed, calming herself enough to lift her hand again, the energy dissipated, finishing the drink and handing it to the customer. She was dressed rather modestly, given the circumstances. Tight black tank top that clung to her generous bust with a diving neckline, tattered jeans hanging low on her hips. Many of her tattoos were visible, and she liked it that way. Never hide yourself, she had promised. She hid so much already. Why add her appearance to the list. Aw, c'mon, why you gotta be like that? I'm just payin' you a compliment? By now, Olivia had exchanged goods for money, her back turned as he finished his words. Putting in the cash, she took a breath again, trying to calm herself down. It was her Friday, and it was the end of an exceptionally long week. Added to that, she hadn't been sleeping well. And another text from Tony telling her to just join up. Stay calm. Deep breaths. She wasn't like the Hulk in that she couldn't control herself, but her concern was always the mild expression of her powers. What might appear as a gentle blue glow was never welcomed. Inhumans, people with abilities... regardless of what she could do, any signs of it and she'd only be feared.
Thread: The American Dream [Haru|Kitten]

Olivia was ready to turn around and punch the man in the face. He had hit her last nerve and she could only take so much. She was used to lecherous idiots in the bar, and typically had the patience of a saint. But not today, and not right now. So it was a surprise when a different voice chimed in, a man who seemed to be taking care of the situation. Pushing back her hair, she watched as none other than Captain America threw the man who had been formerly hitting on her, out of the bar. Her jaw had dropped somewhat, not expecting this sort of thing to occur, but appreciating it none the less. She had a sinking feeling, however, what this was actually about. It was highly unlikely that he was here to grab a drink. This was not a bar a man like Steve Rogers frequented. This was a bar people went to when they wanted to feel at home with outsiders. There was no motion to shake his hand. Though not out of spite Olivia was more concerned her hands would glow again. It was the last thing she needed. When he finished, she inhaled sharply, Of course thats why youre here. Why else would you be here? She tossed on a sarcastic smile as she spit out the words. Normally she had a kinder way about her. She put on a pretty good front at work, but Olivia was typically more docile. Realizing her temper, she shook her head, holding it after pushing back her hair, Im sorry, that was rude. Its been a long day. She sighed heavily, glancing around the bar, noting that most folks were being taken care of. The other bartender, a burly man who had been doing this longer than her, was moving at his own pace. Thanks for taking care of that jackass. She put on a friendly smile, full lips curling upwards. Truly, she appreciated not having to throw out the idiots herself. Olivia was by no means a stranger to having to fight. Still, she liked being able to simply do her job, Its not gonna make me agree to join, though. Im not as special as you guys seem to think I am. She smirked at Steve. Picking up a glass from the bar, she began to clean it, eyeing Steve, I didnt expect him to send you, though. Does that mean hes pulling out the big guns? She smirked, leaning across the bar on her elbows, propping herself up. Captain America was admittedly every girls dream. Guy like him? Didnt exactly just walk into your life. Stark had never been her type, and she felt she knew him well enough to say that by now. But Steve he seemed like a good person. It wasnt all that common.