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Post by dean on May 30, 2011 2:05:17 GMT -5
What do you do when your angels become what they
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What must we do to come back from the
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Dean ran as fast as his legs would take him down the dark, deserted hall past empty classroom after classroom. He hated schools, he had no idea why he had come here. It was such a stupid idea. Every door he passed he expected to be jumped by whatever the hell was chasing him. He wasn't quite sure.
Demons, vampires, gouls, hell for all he knew they could be Jefferson Starships. Who knows how many of those ugly freaks Eve manages to stash away before he ganked her. Suddenly a man stepped out in front of him, Dean fell into a slide, ducking under the swinging chair. He pulled free his pistol, rolled then let off a series of shots into the creatures chest.
The man stood there taking the brunt of the impacts without showing any real pain.
“Son of a bitch,” Dean said getting back to his feet and running. Sam had the bloody demon knife and the only silver he had was his knife and he didn't feel very confident to take on every single creature in this building.
He had received details a few days ago about how the schools faculty had all been acting strange and kids had been disappearing. Now the entire school staff were after him after he walked in on some sort of creature convention. He knew for sure he had seen one vampire and a Demon, why the hell were they in the same building without tearing each other apart.
What the hell was going on.
He came to a stop on the second story of the schools entrance which was a large room with large banners running from the roof to the ground.
“Private schools,” Dean scoffed.
Suddenly a two people appeared in front of him then behind. He was trapped.
He looked at the banner hanging from the roof, just a little away from the rail. He could make it then slide down. At least they did in movies.
“This is gonna hurt,” he said then he ran and jumped off the second flood which overlooked the entrance and grabbed the banner which ripped straight away.
“Ohhhh shhiiii,” he shouted then hit the ground with a loud thump.
Give me strengthto believe again
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Outfit ! Jeans, grey t-shirt and brown leather jacket
Song! Back in black
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Post by octavius on May 30, 2011 2:31:17 GMT -5
w e a r e e a c h o u r o w n d e m o n and we make this world our own hell
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LwO__O5aDMQ/S6DqrxexZII/AAAAAAAAAC4/jalOt05RlxA/s400/2436850716_35f840a401.jpg');,true][cs=2] O C T A V I U S | | [atrb=width,240] Octavius walked into the cafeteria of the private school he was in, whistling an happy tune. After being locked in purgatory for thousands of years he was finally free. That was a wonderful thing for him, not so much for mankind. He had plans, lots of big plans. He almost completed those plans if it weren’t for those nosy hunters and that witch. To think he was so close to ending the world. Victory was his to take but that was all ruin.
It was okay though. He wasn’t one to dwell on the past. Now that he was free, it was time to look to the future. He was going to back to his plans but first he had business to take care of. The hunters and witch that put him away was no longer around for him to torture and kill so he was just going to get his joys off of torturing and killing their descendants.
That was later. Right now he was having a little fun, starting with this school and those annoying students. Letting creatures loose in the school had been a brilliant idea. Nothing said fun like a bunch of students and teachers getting ripped apart. He sat in a chair and put his feet up on the table, taking out a newspaper to read while chaos erupted around him. He wasn’t really interested in what was happening at the moment, it was the aftermath that made him smile. Seeing all the dead bodies, hearing the weak scum beg for their life as they take their last breath, those were the things that made life fun. | [atrb=width,100]
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Post by samwinchester on May 30, 2011 18:06:38 GMT -5
Sam was driving an old Chevrolet Camaro, a sixties version that he had stolen from an old guy that had too much money anyways. It was then he received an SOS. Looking at his mobile he checked the caller ID it was from Dean, his brother was in trouble. Making a 180 turn Sam began to drive the other way from where he was going, he smiled as he passed the old man he stole the car from but for Sam he wasn’t really worrying about that too much right now all he was worried about was getting to his brother as quickly as he could.
Sam looked down at the passenger seat there he found the demon knife that the two brother’s had kept, from the SOS call from his brother he knew that he would just have to use it. Speeding into town Sam found the private school pretty easily. From what he read there were all sorts of creatures from hell in this school but from the outside it didn’t look so bad. Sam fled from the car, he held the demon knife tightly in his hands but when he got to the entrance door they locked it.
Cursing softly Sam looked back at the car and smiled as a brilliant idea came into his mind. Running back to the car Sam climbed in and sped towards the glass door. Smashing through the door Sam drove the car into it. Sam soon collided with a demon and a wall. Climbing out he sliced the demon with the demon knife and watched it die. “DEAN!” Sam shouted wondering where his brother was. Sam ran down the corridor until he heard a loud thud, he kept on running until he spotted Dean on the ground. “Dean got you’re message.” Sam explained as he approached his brother. “What mess have you gotten yourself into bro.” Sam asked as he looked around the corridor.
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Post by giselle on May 31, 2011 0:35:50 GMT -5
  Giselle didn't know what to make of this. She was roaming the earth like she had been since she took her vessel, all whilst aiding hunters whenever she could. She wasn't a cold-hearted angel, and she was sure to possibly make a few human friends along the way. Giselle had changed her vessel's clothing again, she still went for a very feminine look and that was really just how she rolled. The angel's travels brought her to a private school in a little town. It was a lovely brick building, and besides the overwhelming feeling of something hellish here, she was sure that it was a fabulous place of education.
She decided to investigate. Usually Giselle chose not to put herself in situations that would require a show of aggression or violence, but... there may be humans in there that needed help. She would help if she could. She was an angel and there weren't very many things that could hurt her. When she had arrived there, she felt the presence of a human. She had been rushed at by a couple of those monsters only to smite their ruin to the floor. It was when she heard a yelp of profanity and a man that had landed just a few feet away from her, then a second man approaching them, did she break her calm facade. She actually let out an alarmed squeak. Yes, an angel being caught off guard was always a bad thing.
Under most circumstances Giselle would have just turned and walked away, but now that she had made herself known with that noise, perhaps she should help these boys out. “Are you all right?” she asked, the shorter lighter haired man. Giselle really was concerned, and it showed. This was usually not a good thing for angels was it?
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Notes: Hope you boys don't mind my jumping in
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Post by raquelreynolds on May 31, 2011 22:53:15 GMT -5
 Partnering up with a situation where two people were involved in doing something. Partnering up for a hunt was something that hunters did when they teamed up to take on a hunt together. That was exactly what Rocky Reynolds did with Dean Winchester for a hunt at a private school. It all started off with kids going missing, and then the body of a custodian popped up that was completely mangled to threads. And now, well, things weren’t looking good. Rocky had been wondering the school that was much more spacious in the inside than the grand outside made it out to be for the past half hour trying to find her partner. For inviting her to explore the school with to take down some evil fuckers, Dean sure didn’t hesitate to get himself lost. At first, Rocky didn’t think much of it. She figured that she’d catch back up with him somewhere, but that didn’t happen, and the huntress didn’t bring her cell phone to hunts because it would break in a second. It was safe to say that she was worried about her new found friend, wondering where he was. Of course, she wondered if he was alright as well, but Dean Winchester was a notable hunter, and he was fully capable of being able to take care of himself. However, as sneaker covered feet carried her across the blood-stained colored floor, and she tried to not step on any limbs of the corpuses that surrounded her, Rocky called out for her pal. It was useless, really. Her voice was hardly audible because she didn’t want to draw attention to herself. ”Dean! Dean! Where the hell are you?!” It was clear as crystal that some horrific shit went down in the school, and she couldn’t help but to hate herself for not getting there sooner than she had. The thing was that Rocky knew there wasn’t a chance in the world that she would have been able all of those people, but yet, she blamed it all upon herself. The young brunette continued to walk down the hallway, her gun at the ready. The safety was unlocked; it was cocked back, and good to go. So far, nothing came up behind her, or attached from adjacent corridors, and she found this to be bizarre. For a place that was such a bloodbath, the huntress was definitely expecting more. And then she found the cafeteria, which appeared to be the heart of the deceased. For a second, the woman stopped in her tracks, green eyes gliding over body after body. She then gagged, and put her hand over her mouth. What in the fuck happened? It was then that her eyes landed on a man. Yes, there were monsters; some large and hairy, others small and thin as a stick, but they didn’t seem to notice her. Rocky watched as a boy around sixteen held his hand out to her from across the room, and she aimed her gun to shoot. Then, a beast chomped down on his throat. He was dead. Deciding to save the bullet, Rocky bit her lip in self-disappointment. Life and the hunt had to go on, so the woman continued to quietly shift amongst the monsters. It appeared that they were controlled by someone or something, and hopefully whoever or whatever it was, wasn’t there to sick them on her. Rocky made her way towards the back of the cafeteria, and spotted a man sitting on a table, reading a newspaper. He didn’t look up, and it was safe to say that he didn’t see her. Red flag after red flag rose as she got closer to the man. No person in the right mind would be there, reading a paper. Holding the gun tight and steady, Rocky was finally standing behind the man. She rose her arms so they were in length with the temple of his head. She looked at him and snarled before speaking. ”I strongly recommend you tell me who you are. Now.” She said firmly. |
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Post by octavius on Jun 1, 2011 20:17:35 GMT -5
w e a r e e a c h o u r o w n d e m o n and we make this world our own hell
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"Hello my dear." He said with a smile. "Are you quite all right? You look a tad bit shaken up. My guess is, its because of that massacre out there. They can get awful bloody and gruesome, definitely not for the weak stomach. You wanna know what helps when I'm shaken up? Not that it happens often but tea." He told her. "Would you like me to make you some?"
Not waiting for her to answer, he stood up and walked over to the tea canister that was located in the cafeteria near the sink. He turned the thing on before reaching for a teacup. Picking one up he noticed blood and guts on it and shook his head.
"Monsters are such messy creatures. Me, I like to clean up after myself when I kill something. Its just common courtesy, you know?" He didn't turned to her as he started to wash off the cup. Once it was to his liking he poured the tea in it and turned to her. "How do you like your tea?" | [atrb=width,100]
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