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25 jan 2016 - 21:12 Frisk is offline

Frisk 8318

A BLOODY MESS
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Did you ever had a moment when you saw something strange? Something that wasn't quite right? Like a glance of darkness in that stranger's eyes, or a shadow that shouldn't be there? No?
Good. You don't want to.
But there are people who can. They see the monsters, they hunt them and they kill them.
No, this ain't Twilight.

It's October 2015 and Greenstone (USA) has never been so un-dead. The Werewolve-packs are bigger than ever, the Vampire-colony has never had this much power, but the Hunters are still managing to keep the balance. It's hard, it's difficult, it's even nearly impossible, but they can do it. With Codes, agreements and a try for peace, they can keep up.
Until the Outcasts arrive and everything they have worked for has come to an end. These cruel Hunters won't stop until the last creature has burned to death. They will succeed, and nobody stands in there way, or at least not for long. Suddenly, the city is at the brink of war, and nobody can be trusted anymore. Hunter, Vampire or Werewolve, they all have the same question.
Who is hunting who?

Dark souls are old souls.

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It's the 9th or the 10th of October, I have no idea atm, but it's saturday morning and the sun is shining. It seems to be a nice day, until Fox shall decide to have a meeting. Y'all know the thing ^^

Mijn brein breint zoals het breint.

22 feb 2016 - 1:02 Hexcore is offline

Hexcore 33026

Clarkson 'Clark' James Ackerman-Raeken

He wasn't really impressed by the flying spoon, and just sidestepped it, frowning at his younger niece who said she wasn't hungry. She was already going on about showering and on her way upstairs, when he could figure that she was avoiding him, so he sped after her. She wasn't particularly fast at this moment, so he was right in time to block the door.
"Freya Historia Rose Maria Ackerman, your aim is off, you're holding a spoon while you plan to bathe, and I need to talk to you. So if you plan to die by feeding yourself filthy bathwater with a spoon, I suggest we talk first. Otherwise we need to talk anyways. It's quite important", he said, the mockery in his voice more than audible. Still blocking her path and gesturing her to talk, he waits patiently for an anwser. His thoughts were still wandering too, but he was more than ready to catch up her resistance if she would decide to get passed him by trying to overthrow him by surprise. He didn't know what had happend withtin the time he was gone, so they had a lot of catching up to do, but she had to work with him first before he could get the normally well-oiled machine back to work. He wondered in the back of his head where the fanatic Freya went, but then again she was hungover, so he didn't really know what was grumpyness and what was normal stuff, so he just waited in patience for her next move.

[ bericht aangepast op 22 feb 2016 - 1:02 ]

Sidera nostra contrahent solem lunamque

23 feb 2016 - 20:35 Kiramman is offline

Kiramman 12021

Vester Wolfgang Morgenstern.
— Hunter, Outcasts —

"You're a sneaky little shit, aren't you?" He wasn't sure whether he was impressed by her being so quick of hand or annoyed, because he hadn't noticed her snatching the money while he was explaining the basic rules of life to the guy.
He leaned with his shoulder against the wall of the store listening to her sighing about how hard her life was. "I don't believe in the concept of time," he stated. Although the stupid Outcasts had giving him a time for drinking and sleeping, he didn't even think about listening to that. He could even kill a vampire with his ass drunk as fuck and his eyes closed (or he'd like to believe that anyway). He followed her eyes as she glanced at the stores on the other side of the street. A nightshop (which was closed), a drugstore (which was closed) and a tattoo shop (which looked like it was open).
"Truth or dare? What are we; twelve?" He snickered and took a last drag of his cigarette. "I'm a total psychopath. Schizoid, depressed, antisocial, sadistic, masochistic, you name 'm." He took a second to think about what kind of dare he'd give her. Nothing stupid, like lick the sidewalk or something (someone once made him chew a chewing gum they found on the street), nothing extremely sexual either, because he wasn't that kind of guy.
He glanced back at the tattoo store and started grinning. He wondered whether she'd take this bet. "I dare you to get a tat. Right now."

[ bericht aangepast op 23 feb 2016 - 20:35 ]

kindness is never a burden.

24 feb 2016 - 17:32 Perseid is offline

Perseid 8184

Isla Bronwen Penderghast
Werewolf

A sneaky little shit. The little wolf couldn't recall any one else that had ever called her that. If it was his way of complimenting her, she decided to let if go off with a petite smirk. It was safe to say that one should stay off her bad side, that was certain. Isla could do more damage in a fraction of a moment than many would in very long minutes. Not that she was the boasting kind of girl.
'I thought you didn't believe in the concept of time?' She spoke as she studied Vester's face. It became more and more familiar to her, which slowly caused her to notice the details to his features. 'Twelve or twenty. What would it matter anyways?' She looked up, the moment the sun decided to hide behind some clouds and the breeze got a bit far from nice.
'I have done my evaluation, princess. If you were to be a maniac, you would have taken your chance as I was laying rather comfortably inside your bed.' Isla put a grin on her face to match her words, even though she soon came to frown again.
'A tattoo?' She only noticed how stupid she sounded as she'd said it out loud — so she straightened her back and coughed doubtfully. 'Are you serious?' Glancing over at his face, she immediately answered that question herself. Dead serious — but also awaiting if she were to actually do it. Getting a tattoo. Going home with a tattoo. She pictured both Mia and Thea in her head; even though the latter one already scared the crap out of her. Thea would kill her, then resurrect her to ground her until she was thirty. But in advantage, was her other sister the Alpha that could do the actual punishing to what she would have to listen. And since Mia was almost never around. . . She was already going to Hell anyways.
'I take your dare, princess. Suggestions of what I should take? You seem to be the expert.' Isla nodded at his skin, that showed a few of the tattoo's he had. She was curious as to where his Hunter tat's were located, but as she didn't know if that was something sensitive she kept her trap shut.
'I mean, if I'm taking one I'm dragging you with me. Spare me the truth, because I'm not interested in words. If I am to take one; you are getting one with me. And not just any tattoo, because you clearly like them. You're taking a wolf.' That only seemed fair. She held up her hand, in suspense of the deal.

Feel the fire, but do not succumb to it.

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