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Post by Robin on Jul 28, 2014 20:05:02 GMT
So how would you like to start? I can if you want, or you
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Post by Ninja on Jul 28, 2014 20:14:32 GMT
Alright, Tyler H it is
hmm, a name
Aaron
Adam
Colton
Beck
Dmitri
Emerson
Zachary
Thomas
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Post by Robin on Jul 28, 2014 20:19:51 GMT
I like Aaron and Zachary best
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Post by Ninja on Jul 28, 2014 20:34:26 GMT
I think I will go with Zach
Zach is a chill name.
Zachary Estes
yay
so who should start
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Post by Robin on Jul 28, 2014 20:36:02 GMT
That's my math teacher's last name XD
I'll start btw I'll be super poofy
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Post by Ninja on Jul 28, 2014 20:39:31 GMT
Oh my XD
and okay, take your time
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Post by Robin on Jul 28, 2014 20:40:04 GMT
Once, a while back, someone made the mistake of asking a younger Sabrina Rose King what she wanted to be when she grew up. That kid ran home that night with a black eye and a story about the crazy blonde girl from four houses down with a killer right hook. Any sane parent would have been angry, any normal parent. But the King's were hunters, which meant normal didn't really exist. The thing was, Sabrina wasnt really allowed to want anything. It was pointless and hopeless and only served to make her sad. When you grew up a hunter the only choice was life or death, or on a good day, did you want a rifle or a blade. There was no wanting to be a doctor or lawyer or astronaut.
Luckily, Sabrina was tough. Made her dad proud and grew into a life that had destroyed plenty of other kids who transitioned into it. Soon enough her dad and her were spending weekends out in the middle of nowhere, practicing, learning, educating her on how to survive. And the stormy eyed girl was talented. But that didn't make her happy. This wasnt a happy job, but she was proud. She was spending her life protecting innocents from vicious creatures that wanted to destroy them. It was a good purpose but not a healthy life.Her childhood was fine, no scarring fights with her parents or other issues. But there was only one brief time she had been truly happy, when another hunter family lived next door. A boy and a girl around her age, friends, if you could call them that. Sabrina had never had friends before, she punched people in the face to often. Or that was what teachers said. But before any friendship could be fully cemented the Estes's moved away and Sabrina was alone.
She passed the time, got better and one day...she went out on her first job alone. At seventeen. A small job, really, anyone could do it. And she came back, a victory lighting her blue green gaze as she turned onto the street. But...something was wrong. In the time she had been away, some unspeakable creature, a demon, had slaughtered John and Eleanor King. And that was that. Many many lonely nights, bloody fights, and plenty of gas station stops had led her to a small diner in some one horse town. Totally engrossed in the family journals, she sat at a half empty table, in a diner in some Podunk town in the Midwest, and drinking her slightly watery diner coffee. Sighing she reviewed her notes so far. And elderly neighbor had died in the house being haunted. So far this was a single isolated incident, but is she didn't act quickly, there would be another death. Luckily, she had the necessary tools to get rid of the ghost quickly and get somewhere else. In and out. Quick and efficient. That was her life. All 21 years of it. Lifting her hand to take another sip of watery coffee, eyes still glued to the journal, her hand slipped and the coffe clanged against the table. Whatever contents left spilled onto the floor.
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Post by Ninja on Jul 28, 2014 20:40:31 GMT
Oh my XD
and okay, take your time
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Post by Ninja on Jul 28, 2014 20:40:59 GMT
woah jk sorry my computer is lagging,
replying~
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Post by Robin on Jul 28, 2014 20:43:32 GMT
Lol it's totally okay
Computers suck sometimes
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Post by Ninja on Jul 28, 2014 21:49:16 GMT
Zachary Estes didnt have the childhood that most boys did. Sometimes he lived in a motel room, sometimes his mother's truck, or even a house. He lived in a house once. It wasn't much but to a small child who had next to nothing it was heaven. Not only that but he lived next to girl who was his age, and boy did she punch like a girl.In the young boy's eyes, that was a compliment. You see, his mother was the head honcho hunter of the family. It was Mrs. Cammilla Estes that took him on the constant trips and threw him into the throng of war. The war with supernatural that is. Over time he did surpass his father, easily out growing him by the age of 14. Even though he was a brute, that didnt mean he had the years of experience and efficiency of his parents. This small detail would become apparent to his family as they dealt with a particularly tedious job involving what they thought was a werewolf. What they didn't know was that single monster was only one of many. Instead they found themselves facing a whole pack.
Zachary lost his father that day. He also received scars so grotesque that he would never wear anything that exposed his arms. He took to leather jackets with hoodies underneath. That and he became dark, brooding, average dark teenager. He used to laugh obnoxiously at least three times every day. Now all his mother got was a small nod, maybe a grunt, but it was enough. He became a merciless killer. The feeling of warm blood dripping through his fingers, sinking an axe into a fleshy torso. More times than he could count he would fall asleep to his mothers soft sobs as she worried for his well being.
To get out of his backstory, he didnt usually return to the bittersweet hometown where his mother retired too. It brought too many gushy memories of what his mother claimed "his first girlfriend". As far as he knew, sparring with each other, and reading books on mythology didnt make out to be great dates. He didnt like her that way anyway. He would only go back only because he had too. The only family he knew had been taken away from him. Not only that but the Kings, two expert hunters had been killed as well. This wasnt any ordinary demon. He had to find it, and he wouldnt just kill it. He would torture it slowly, make it feel the pain that he clung onto in his heart. Right now he was somewhere else in the states. In a diner, looking over a few articles in a dark corner, his eyes skimmed the room out of pure boredom. His eyes counted help but last on a girl pouring over something in front of her. It wasnt just that this particular girl was pretty, no, she seemed like something more to him.
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Post by Robin on Jul 29, 2014 1:50:59 GMT
Sabrina cursed rather loudly when she noticed she had slipped her coffee. Naturally this just had to happen to her. Sabrina wasn't self centered or anything but this life could make you fairly paranoid, make you feel like everyone are you and inanimate objects were out to get you, or at least enemies to be treated with caution. She got like this sometimes, when it was far to late at night for any sane personal be driving around alone, or when she hadn't had a good meal in a few weeks. But it was fine, the feelings passed and left a small quiet void in their place. Sighing, Sabrina moved to clean up the mess, grabbing a few napkins from the dispenser on the table and slapping them over it, to soak up the dripping brown liquid. After a moment she balled them up and surveyed the area, it was clean enough.
Sitting back she fingered the worn pages of the family journals absently. She knew every single word of this particular journal. Her father had deemed it the most important. It brought her back to late nights pulled in at seedy motel parking lots where her dead would sit in the driver's seat as she recited it all word for word. If she got even an 'a' or a 'the' out of place, she had to start the entire thing over again. "god or no god" her father would say, " this is the only bible you'll ever need. This one's even more important than the original." At the time that had sounded strange and a little bit funny to Sabrina. But now, the words constantly rang true. The words oh those pages had saved her on more than one occasion. For that she was grateful. Sabrina shook the memory off and sat up, trying not to get too lost in her thoughts. Thinking too much was dangerous for her. Sabrina always got drawn right back into her worst nightmare, away and asleep. The night her parents had been murdered. There was never anyone around to hear it, but Sabrina spent most nights these days tossing and turning in the cheap motel bed she had rented for the night. Once or twice someone next door had complained about noise, turns out she screamed occasionally. Getting a good nights sleep didn't exist in her world. Pushing all of this to the dark corner of her kind it usually resided in, Sabrina a stood and took her empty cup to the counter at the front.
Sabrina paused a moment, turning slightly. Someone was watching her. That was usually bad as a hunter, if the monster saw you, you were dead. Looking him over, Sabrina felt a jolt of something in her mind, brain working overtime till suddenly it clicked. Holy crap. It was him, she could see it even now, he was darker now, clearly changed but part of Sabrina still saw that little boy next door she got in fights with and read about all the terrible things they'd have to hunt one day with. She took a few steps till they were face to face and she spoke softly, almost in dis belief. " Zach? Zachary Estes?" She breathed, stormy eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and caution.
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Post by Ninja on Jul 29, 2014 3:23:11 GMT
As he nonchalantly watched her, the girl spilled her coffee. Whoops, what a waste , even if it sucked, coffee was still coffee. He only slept a few hours every few days. He couldnt afford to spend too much time in such a vulnerable state. The bane of his existence would come out at night anyways. Poor girl he thought with a shrug and went back to scanning the newspapers. They dated the day after his mother had been killed, they described the scene and what they suspected happened. A gang? Really? Why would a gang kill a random couple, and their single neighbor. Cops these days will come up with anything these days.
He was caught up in heat of the moment when he heard his name being called. He looked up over top the newspaper to scan the zone when he noticed it was the same girl who spilled her coffee. How did this chick know his name? Had he spent a drunken night wiith her? If so, too bad he didnt remember because damn, was that girl fine. He stood up and walked over to the girl, his head tilted. "How do you know my name?" he asked cautiously. He started to study her face carefully, his icy gaze drawing over her features carefully.After an awkward period of silence, the smallest tug pulled at the corner of his lips."Sabrina King, what a coincidence" he said.
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Post by Robin on Jul 29, 2014 3:38:05 GMT
For a moment zach looked suspicious, which Sabrina almost laughed at. Then she could see the wheels start to turn eventually he got to it. Part of her was embarrassingly relieved he remember her. If he hadn't she doubted he would've been at all friendly. Or as friendly as hunters could usually manage. She nodded, the barest hint of a smile playing on her lips. A few loose strands of golden locks fell across her face, shadowing it and drawing attention to her eyes. They looked, almost a bit void, the sadness and wear of the years was apparent in her once bright blue-green gaze. This life has drawn any shine they had held in her younger years, leaving a dull color in it's place. Circling her eyes were lines of dark purple and grey, the lack of sleep was constantly obvious on her face. It was clear the years hadn't been all too kind to the young lady before him. " I don't believe in coincidences Zach, never have, never will." She murmured, a tiredness clear in the raw tone of her voice. She glanced around the small dingy diner for a moment then the floor then finally back at him, trying her hardest to act polite and not like she was running on only an hour and a half of sleep. " how are you?" It was a dumb question. Hunters were never okay but she couldn't think of anything else. It's not like she thought she'd ever see him again. Sighing she took a step back and looked at him for a moment. He definitely didn't look okay. Something Sabrina a knew plenty about.
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Post by Ninja on Jul 29, 2014 23:02:46 GMT
" That statement is true enough" he replied with a slight nod. Almost nothing was unnatural to him. He had seen it all. What normal humans called "mystery" and "miracles" were usually just stupid creatures getting their chance of fun in some way. He grabbed a chair and pulled it over to him. Sitting in it backwards, he draped his muscular arms over the back, placing his chin on it. "Unfortunately, I know the reason we are both here", his gaze anything but compassionate. "Considering my mother was murdered, im coping well" he said in a matter-of factly tone while picking some stray pieces of lint from the sleeves of his hoodie. The thought itself made his core boil with rage, it took all of his gathered strength to keep from going over the each. A spark had transformed into a flame inside him. His mother feared that his inhumane tendencies would take over. She even tried taking him out of the business a few times. Needless to say, she would find herself cleaning of the mauled corpse of could have been a human, maybe an animal.The bodies were ravaged on such a level that she just couldn't place a guess. Nonetheless, Zach wasn't crazy, these episodes were few and far apart. Sabrina would have to be careful around him, considering she accompanied him. No doubt she would be returning to same location as Zachary. He was accustomed to working alone anyway but they shared grief in this "job". "Lemme guess, you are going after whatever sick fuck kill your family?" His voice was rough, careful one might say.This was a touchy subject, and he didn't want to make her upset.
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