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Post by morgan on Jul 3, 2011 19:49:15 GMT -5
Morgan had spent the day at the local shooting range since she was in the mood to kill something anything. She spent the rest of her day doing research on a supernatural being she has been hunting ever since she was little this being killed her parents. She had followed it to California and Washington but then lost it after that she had just recently picked up on it trail. She stopped at the diner for dinner before heading to the graveyard, she hated them but for some reason she felt save there too at certain times in her life.
Morgan parked her truck and climbed out grabbing her bag of weapons from the box in the back of her truck. She took out a flashlight and headed into the graveyard since that is where her creature lived feeding off of human flesh. She thought it was rather revolting herself but hey who was she to judge, it is after all their nature.
Sky was clear enough that you could see stars, there was a breeze blowing her hair all around. She pulled it up in to a ponytail since she figured she would end killing something and didn't want blood in her hair. She walked further and further to the darkest part of the graveyard and placed her bag down and loaded her self up with weapons, then she sat and waited.
Bored was one word to describe Morgan at that moment, she was not a person who did a lot of waiting. Morgan looked around and then was attacked from behind, pulled backwards in to the darkness. Morgan did some research before coming, she called some contacts and found out the creature she was hunting hated light. Thoughts were going through her mind as she was being dragged across the dirty ground, she has always been in danger he'll she lived for it.
Morgan was drawn to trouble it was like her curse, everywhere she went trouble followed. Morgan used the matches in her pocket to like a torch she had brought and threw it at the creature, who jumped back and let her go. She knew she pissed it off so she ran in the opposite direction and right in to another body, a mans chest to be exact. She looked up and smiled before she heard a growl coming from the darkness. " oops got to go now."
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Post by dean on Jul 3, 2011 21:16:39 GMT -5
SO WHAT IF YOU CAN SEE, THE DARKEST SIDE OF ME? [/color][/font]  NO ONE WILL EVER CHANGE THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME[/color][/font] help me believe, it's not the real me; somebody help me tame this animal![/color][/font]
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Dean was on his own right now, away from Sam, away from everything. He’d needed to get away after everything with Cas. He was still in disbelief with everything that had happened that night. With the music cranked up and the windows rolled down, Dean felt the air hitting his face as he drove down the road. He was driving to get the thoughts out of his head. The sun had long been set but that didn’t mean Dean was going back to Sioux City where Bobby and Sam where. He didn’t know when he was going back. He wasn’t even sure what state he was in right now. He had been lost in his head as he drove around in his baby.
Driving past a cemetery, Dean saw a car sitting in the plot. He would have dimed it strange if he wasn’t a hunter. A car in a cemetery at night meant a hunter was probably there. As an impulse, he decided to check it out. He parked the car, turned the ignition off, and stepped out of the Impala. He stretched from sitting down for hours on end. He hadn’t stopped except to pee and refuel the car. Opening the trunk, Dean got his shotgun, loaded it, and a flash light. He slammed the hood down and saw a light appear out of no wear. He frowned. You don’t light anything unless you’re burning or trying to kill something.
Dean quickened his pace and loaded his shot gun. He was walking towards the source of light when something bummed into him. “Son of a bitch,”
[/color] He muttered. Looking down, he saw that he ran into a girl who by the look of things, was running away from the monster she was hunting. "oops got to go now."[/b][/i] “Where do you think you’re going? You have to gank that evil son of bitch,” Dean said pointing his gun at the monster and firing a bullet in hopes that it would kill it. [/blockquote] “My character talking”
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Post by morgan on Jul 4, 2011 16:03:17 GMT -5
 ] when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Morgan looked up at the guy who was talking to her she smiled at him even though he was yelling at her. She sighed and walked past him to her bag and got a canister out that was when she heard gun fire. “That is not going to kill him you know. Who the hell are you anyway?
She knew he had to be a hunter since no one else comes to graveyards in the middle of the night. He looked familiar but so did a lot of people, she turned around to face him once again. “Thanks but I can handle myself." She said this with her arms and legs bleeding from being dragged and clawed at. She looked at herself and attached the canister to one of her guns and went after the creature shooting fire at it, she watched it burn and then disappear. “Oh well my job is done."
She wondered what her audience was doing weather he was still shooting bullets or just watching her be a wild woman with a gun and fire. Morgan put the gun against her side and faced the man with a smile. “I’m Morgan and I need a drink." She walked over to her truck and placed her guns inside after wards she closed the bag and opened the cooler and took out two beers. Morgan turned and looked at him she had to admit he was quite good looking, she held out a beer to him. “So what brings you out to the middle of a graveyard this late at night?” She was making conversation or trying to; it was up to him if he wanted to reply back or not. Morgan watched him at that moment; well actually she has been watching him for quite some time.
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Post by dean on Jul 6, 2011 21:53:40 GMT -5
SO WHAT IF YOU CAN SEE, THE DARKEST SIDE OF ME? [/color][/font] NO ONE WILL EVER CHANGE THIS ANIMAL I HAVE BECOME[/color][/font] help me believe, it's not the real me; somebody help me tame this animal![/color][/font]
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DEAN was about to shoot again when the girl attached something to her gun and then flames shot out of it. Flamethrower. Damn, bullets didn’t work for this one. Dean watched as the girl wondered back to the her truck. “Who the hell are you anyway?”
[/i][/color] Dean smiled. She fried things right back at him. Luckily, it wasn’t a gun. Dean wasn’t a fan of getting shot at. “I’m Dean. Who the hell are you?”[/color] Dean asked smiling at the girl in front of him that was bleeding. SHE didn’t need to be taken care of? Pfft, she was the one who was bleeding from the neck on down. She had claw marks, scratches, burns, and bruises all down her body. She turned back to the thing she was hunting and watched it burn. It screeched and withered from the flames that engulfed it’s body. Dean wondered what the monster was. “What was that anyway?”[/color] He asked as the last of the monster burned to ashes making the whole cemetery go pitch black. “I’M Morgan and I need a drink.”[/i] That answered the question of who the mysterious girl was. Dean raised his eyebrow at the sudden need of the beer. After she opened the cooler and proceeded to hand him one, he accepted it. How could he turn down a free beer? He popped open the cap and took a drink of the cold amber liquid. He left it trickle down his throat. “SO what brings you out to the middle of a graveyard this late at night?”[/color][/b] Dean almost laughed at this. She was the one in the middle of the graveyard. He just came to the light source. Almost like a bug that was attracted to the lights inside your house. “You were the one that was lighting up the whole damn graveyard. You should be more careful at night, might attract cops. More importantly, what is a lady like yourself doing alone at night?”[/color] [/blockquote] “My character talking”
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