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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 23:04:22 GMT -5
I don't really mind what but something like Mortal Instruments with shadowhunters, or Supernatural with hunters and a demon would be cool. I also could go for a powered or apocalypse rp.
However, I'm up for anything - so any ideas are welcome, just let me know (:
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 19, 2016 23:17:15 GMT -5
(I'll rp with you Lemon~ )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 23:19:31 GMT -5
{{ yay! Any preferences? }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 23:21:56 GMT -5
{{ gotta poof for a little - but should be back within the hour }}
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Dec 19, 2016 23:27:26 GMT -5
(I've never seen Supernatural assuming you meant the show. I've only read one Mortal Instruments novel, and it was one of the prequel books so I'm not sure how good I'd be with either of those. You up for medieval rp?)
(Okay sounds good I may still be here, or I might be playing WD Season 3 depending on when you get back. xD)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 0:03:52 GMT -5
{{ back and yes I did mean the show. However I am up for medieval - haven't done one in ages though. }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 0:49:53 GMT -5
*Slams open door* DID SOMEONE SAY- *throws salt everywhere* S U P E R N A T U R A L?
Also I see you like Phan oh bless your soul <3
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 0:55:03 GMT -5
Haha hi!!
i've been watching gamingmas religiously and i feel so bad about the impossible quiz because they are so hopeful but they will be crushed when they learn about the skips and dab is just so fre-aking adorable and i love them <3
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 1:03:46 GMT -5
Bless their souls the poor fellas
Anyways, d'you have any plot ideas for a SPN plot? Because if you do, I'd love to RP with you, if you'd like?)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 1:19:51 GMT -5
I was thinking something like there could be two OCs (ours) one is a demon/supernatural creature the other a hunter who is working with the boys to take down said demon/supernatural creature who maybe killed the hunters family or something?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 1:43:24 GMT -5
Ooh, fun fun! I'd love to roleplay the supernatural creature. Quick question though: would the creature be all-out evil and whatnot, or can they kinda be like 'yo man i used to be human but this crazy stuff happened whAT DO YOU MEAN I KILLED FIVE PEOPLE NO'?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 1:46:32 GMT -5
I reckon the 'what do you mean I killed five people?' thing would be hilarious if you want to go with that.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 1:54:06 GMT -5
Yes!! I have a perfect character for that then. If you don't mind me playing a female, anyways - it doesnt matter much, but eh, everyone has their preference.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 2:13:18 GMT -5
Nah that's fine by me if you RP the female. Did you want to do descriptions at the start or just through the RP? Also sorry for being poofy - I'm working on a banner for an RP :3
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 2:16:58 GMT -5
Hakuna matata, my friend, no worries. Lets just describe through RP - tons easier for me. Also, banner making is super easy on an Apple app called Procreate. It's like a six dollar app but it has quite literally ANYTHING you could need.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 2:28:33 GMT -5
Okies - would you like to start or should I? I personally use gimp to make all my graphics and I just figured out how to make gifs with it which is super exciting for me
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 2:29:56 GMT -5
(I'll start! I love starting. And Gimp? I've never heard - I'll look into it.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 2:57:19 GMT -5
Jinx leaned against the pool table, a devious smirk on her royal-purple painted lips. The man she was playing was too cocky - he matched her smirk with equal challenge. "By all means, shoot," Jinx purred, her shockingly intense blue eyes - lined with black eyeliner - flashing over to him. Her confidence was firm, earned with skill and talent - his was on false credits, and lies. As the man attempted to line the white orb with the others, Jinx pushed off the table and watched with a blank face. Jinx was a local gal who had a knack for mixing drinks and playing pool. She worked as a bar tender at this very bar, and her legacy of winning pool was just beginning. Her lightly tanned skin practically glowed in the lighting as she laughed, the mans shot a near fail. He glared at her spitefully, but backed off as she aligned her own shot. She wore a tanktop that was a sheer black color, giving easy view of the strapless poison-green bra she wore underneath. Paired with her tank was a pair of small blue denim shorts, a pair of fishnets tucked into a pair of combat boots. Jinx's full name was Belle Jinxter - but everyone just called her JInx, due to the way she could easily win cash with pool and sly tricks of her practiced gambling hand. "Oh come now, I'm not here to waste time," She mused, easily scoring the winning shot. Tucking the thin fold of 100's into her bra, she then whisked a few strands of shockingly bright red hair from her face and behind her ear that had multiple piercings. "I've had harder times stealing candy from a babe."
And so the night went on. Jinx flirted with a few customers, mixed special drinks with a flair few possessed, and entertained even the ladies with tasty gossip. Finally, she sashayed towards a lone man. "Heya there - what's your poison?" She asked, leaning her tan arms against the bar and leading forwards. "Black Death with a chaser of Scream. Treat yourself with a Whipped Sunlight too, baby girl," The man smirked, and Jinx pulled a touched face. "'Daw, thanks sweetie." She quickly whipped up the drinks - his was served in a tall, skinny glass, black as night, with a purple-ish chaser in a shot glass. The stunning - if not a bit promiscuous - bar tender turned her back for half a second to grab another ingredient for her own drinki - a warm red cocktail. The man tipped a few drops of murky red liquid into her glass, pulling the bottle back into his pocket as she finished her drink. "To friendly strangers at the bar," She said playfully, chipping her glass against his.
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Jinx jolted awake with a shriek. She frantically got to her feet, dashing outside the building. Her hands were stained red, her neck dripped scarlet - she couldn't remember anything after the Whipped Sunlight at her bar, and she began to shake with fear and.... hunger. Jinx burst into her apartment, her mind a whirl. - she didn't remember where she was, couldn't remember what street or what house. Two sharp pains bit into her lips, and she whirled to face her mirror, eyes wide and frantic. Fangs. She blacked out again. ~~~~~ Jinx opened her eyes slowly, confused. She stretched on her bed, yawning heavily. "Wack dream," She grumbled, getting up from her bed and straightening the tank top she wore as pajamas. Her skin was blood-free, her teeth just normal, white human teeth. She gave a short sigh of relief, rubbing her eyes. It was about seven PM - she held the nine PM to eight AM shift at the bar, so she was rather nocturnal by now. Changing into a pair of sheer tights with glitter and gems under a short pleated black and red plaid skirt, paired with black heels and a red, low-cut tank top, Jinx applied her usual makeup. Finishing off with a dark cherry, matte lipstick and dramatic wings of black liner on her top eyelid, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
Ugh. For some reason, the tiny bit of light outside really bothered her. Maybe it was the drinks last night. Giving a casual shrug, Jinx was soon at the bar. Odd - it smelled absolutely amazing, unlike it's usual woody smoke. It made her stomach roll with hunger, which she ignored. Mostly old customers were there - from friday night drinkers to binge drinkers. "Heya Jame, can I gotcha some poison, sugar?" She asked, leaning her elbows flirtatiously on the table. He grinned coyly at her, "Sure thing, Jinx. How bout a Fiji Cliff and your number?" Jinx laughed, waving his question off. She returned a moment later with a pale blue mixed drink, cloudy white at the bottom. "My number is 229-183-Yeah No," She dropped a wink before sashaying over to the bar. Wiping down the counter, she noticed a sleek car drive into the parking lot. Her brow arched - my my my, an old timer. A few young men walked in, and she gave a dazzling smile. "Welcome to Poison Apple, boys. Sexy ride you got there, what's that - '67 Chevy Impala? Real slick. Whatcha want, boys? Our drinks are here, out treats are there. I recomend our apple pie, pipin' hot and fresh every hour." She leaned on her elbows once more, shockingly bright ginger hair falling forwards, a slight smirk on dark cherry lips.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 4:43:29 GMT -5
{{ sorry had to make dinner! also - I'm thinking we can make it that Jamison doesn't know who it was that killed his parents, but a case has drawn the Winchesters here (Jinx killing Jamison's family - they know cuz he called them) and they sort of adopt him and then they figure out it's Jinx who killed his family and stuff. Also I'm thinking we can add Cas in at random points, like he pops in to help them then leaves }}
Jamison Greyson followed the Winchester brothers into the bar. He barely saw his surroundings as he walked in, his thoughts entirely preoccupied with the images of his family. He saw the blood and their pale bodies, the smashed glass and furniture strewn around the place. He'd led a relatively simple life, other than trying to keep the world of the supernatural away from his family. That was why he'd moved out at such a young age, living in the same town as his family to protect them, but not visiting often - just enough to avoid suspicion and to ensure their safety. As a teenager he'd had a run in with a werewolf - his first supernatural experience - which is how he'd gotten the scars that criss-crossed all along his back. But that didn't matter right now, it didn't matter at all in the grand scheme of things really. The Winchesters were the ones who'd been investigating the werewolf all those years ago and had been the ones to find him and help him after the attack. To this day, Jamison still didn't know what had happened to that wolf, and to be honest, he really didn't care. All those years ago, just before the brothers had left, they'd given Jamison their number and told him to only use it in emergencies.
This was certainly an emergency.
Promising to be there within 24 hours - they'd made it in 9 - the brothers had told Jamison to stay calm and to stay put. Which he had for the most part. They'd found him, still shaking, at his parents house, staring blankly at the mess before him. Dean had proceeded to drag him out of the house and dumped him into the back of the Impala declaring that before anything, they all needed a drink. He'd tried to speak on the way to the Poison Apple, he really had, but no words had ever managed to come out. As they all walked into the bar, Jamison had kept his eyes down, blindly following the Winchester's lead.
"Welcome to Poison Apple, boys. Sexy ride you got there, what's that - '67 Chevy Impala? Real slick. Whatcha want, boys? Our drinks are here, out treats are there. I recomend our apple pie, pipin' hot and fresh every hour." Jamison heard the words but didn't register them. "You know you're cars pretty well darlin'. We'll take four shots of vodka." Dean replied with a charming smile, clearly checking out the bar tender. "Come on, Jamison, let's go sit down." Sam said, gently taking him by the arm and leading him to a nearby booth. He was clearly used to Dean's antics and knew when to just let him go at it. Sliding into the other side of the booth from him, Jamison could feel the heavy gaze of the younger Winchester brother, he could tell without looking that the gaze would be full of sympathy and regret - I mean who else but the Winchesters could understand what it was like to lose family to the supernatural?
As Dean sat down, the shot glasses in his hands, he pushed two of them towards Jamison, silently indicating for him to drink them. Without hesitation, he knocked the two shots down, welcoming the burning rush that melted down his throat as the liquid went down.
"Now, go from the start and tell us what happened exactly," Dean said calmly, ever the professional.
And because he had no one else to tell now, he did.
He told them of how after a hard few days trying to track down a rogue werewolf, he'd come back home to visit his family and found the door to their home knocked off its hinges, the lights inside all turned off. Of how when he'd walked into the living room he'd seen the bodies. Four of them. His mother and father, the 10 year old twins. Of how the metallic scent of blood had filled his nose and sent him rushing back outside, retching, the taste never leaving the back of his mouth. He told them how he had forced himself to go back inside and look. Look how he did whenever he started a new case. To look for clues. He was reaching the end of the story now.
"Vampires. Maybe just one. I don't know. But their skin, too pale, so much blood...their throats...oh god...their throats..." Jamison's words choked off here and he could feel tears burning at the back of his eyes. However, the next words he heard Dean speak made his vision go clear, the tears no longer there. Determination filled him, the rage turning into a cold lump in his stomach instead of a burning through his veins.
"Looks like we have a case, Sammy."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 21:19:15 GMT -5
Jinx sent Dean an expression of mild flirtiness. "Hey dollface. Four shots, coming on now." She had turned on her heel, long ginger hair flipping behind her back as she reached up, selecting a milky-white bottle from the shelf. Flipping it expertly, she popped a strain on the mouth and used her other hand to slide four shot glasses into an expertly straight row. "Enjoy yourselves, pretty boy," She smirked, pushing the four glasses forwards before letting Dean go back to the table with them. Her brow cocked curiously - expertly traced with makeup, sharp and arching. "Well, if it ain't my god i'm praising - Jamison Greyson," She muttered to herself, sashaying across the bar surface and hopping up so she sat on the surface, twisting and leaning on her hand with a flirty smile. The young man gave a low whistle, eyes tracing up her leg - her skirt had hiked dangerously high. "Hello Jinx - one Shocker?"
"Anything for you, babycheeks," She dripping a teasing wink before sliding back down, grabbing a cocktail glass and two martini mixers. A few other stopped their tracks to watch her mix the drinks, using on hand to tip two different bottles at one, the other tossing a few ice shards into one mixer. Pretty son, where was a white and green ombré drink, interrupted with large ice shards. Sliding a straw into the. Glass, Jinx then slid it to the young man. However, her eyes caught once more on the dreary table the handsome fellows had made themselves comfortable in. With a short hmmph, Jinx grabbed a tray and yelled into the back kitchen. Soon, three plates of delicious apple pie - paired with a shot of vodquila each - were placed on the tray. Balancing the black circle on one hand, her nails long and shiny black, Jinx practically danced through the crowds of men and women. A sharp whistle drew her eyes, and a suggestive sway of her hips before she finally made her way to the WInchesters' table.
"Looks like you gentlemen could use something warm and sharp, yeah? Apple pie and vodquila - on the house," She arched a brow curiously, having heard the very last comment. "And Jamison, by god alrighty - you, with these two angel-faces? A fitting crowd," She flirted lightly. Setting plates of pie and the shot glasses on the table, she balanced the much-lighter tray on one hand, the other resting on her hip. "A case, then? Are you sugar cubes with the feds?" She crossed one ankle over the other - a simple habit, making her glittering legs seems all the more alluring. Her heels gave tiny clicks against the floor. A few young men hollered her name, but Jinx tossed up a careless hand - their cries for attention came to a stop. "Jinx, c'mere babygirl!" Another man called, and the red-head rolled her eyes. "Hold that thought gentlemen, thanks." She gave a dazzling and flirty smile to the three before hand the tray to another worker, waltzing her way toward the man. His arm went around her waist, and he tugged her into his lap. Smirking, Jinx followed the man motions, hand on his shoulders. Crossing one leg over the other, she leaned in close, clearly flirting hard - then he was clinging to his side, groaning in pain, and Jinx was waltzing away like a queen. He had jabbed him right between the ribs - a nice trick to have. "Idiots, the full of 'em," She dropped a wink to the table of three again, whisking behind the bar once again. She emerged with three glasses off chilled water, balanced in one hand - clearly a bar tender for several years, even if she seemed perhaps twenty five at the most. She slid the glasses on the table.
"You're gon' need that to keep the upcoming migrain at bay. Vodquila ain't a joke, boys - vodka and tequila together, who'da thunk?" Her southern accent was light, more charming than a full drawl like most here. "Anyways, your have that answer for me, dollface?"
(Yeah, I like that idea.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 21:48:19 GMT -5
Jamison had looked up as Jinx had approached the table - a faint flicker of recognition flashing through him. Of course he knew her - he'd lived in this town his whole life, but right now, his mind was buzzing. It was planning out a million different things - different ways to track down the thing that had down this to his family - it was the type of preoccupation that caused one to stop mid-sentence, a blank look coming over their face, and to not hear a word the people around them were saying. "Thanks angel," Dean replied as she set the drinks and food down. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, but that didn't stop him from snatching up his plate of pie and beginning to eat it. Jamison simply swiped up the drink and downed it, tears rushing to his eyes as it burned - much more then the simple vodka had - down his throat, settling into a warm pool in his stomach. The fire was beginning to race through his veins again now, adrenaline once more pumping through him. Jamison hadn't slept properly in at least three days - the perks of being a lone hunter - but nothing was going to stop him from getting revenge for his family, especially such a thing as mere sleep.
"A case, then? Are you sugar cubes with the feds?" - that snapped Jamison out of his planning, his eyes narrowing slightly, but he remained silent, waiting for the Winchesters to lead the way here. However, before any of them could get out a word, she'd excused herself and walked - well, more sashayed - over to another customer. And that was when Jamison stopped watching her, her name suddenly popping into his mind, Jinx. "Dean - stop eyeing up the bar tender, we've got bigger things to worry about right now." Sam reprimanded his brother lightly, but they both still grinned at each other as they watched Jinx jab the guy in the ribs. "Looks like she can take care of herself," Dean muttered, turning back to face the table. "Her name's Jinx." Jamison added quietly, the information wasn't needed at the moment, but he had felt the need to say something. And then she was back, three glasses of water appearing on the table. As she said the word migrain, Jamison did indeed feel a slight throbbing beginning in the back of his head. He gulped the water, emptying half the glass in one go. "Anyways, your have that answer for me, dollface?" Jinx asked, causing Jamison to still and look to Dean again. He seemed to be the one who was dealing with her.
"Something like that, dollface." Dean replied back, twisting the use of the nickname she'd given him. "Right now, we're just helping out Jamison, his family..." Sam had begun to speak, but then trailed off, looking to Jamison. "Murdered." Jamison finished tightly, hands clenching into fists on the table top in front of him. "You didn't happen to see anything unusual last night here at the bar? No new people?" Dean asked, turning more professional. It was the first step in figuring out who had done this. If the thing that had done it could even be considered a who. "Please Jinx, I just want to know who did it..." Jamison asked, his voice soft as he looked up at the bar tender, hands still clenched into fists. God he needed another drink.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 22:30:58 GMT -5
Jinx's face went from her usual devious grin to a horror-struck shock. Her hand went to her heart - a genuine gesture, her heart was pounding painfully hard. She was fond of Jamison's family, everyone was. The twins she had a special fondness for, and often showered them with little gifts. "Oh my lord," she breathed, her voice cracking slightly. She laid a comforting hand on Jamison's shoulder, then whisked it back in case that made things worse. "My deepest condolences, Jamison," She said somberly, dippingher head respectfully towards him. Jinx was never one to sugar coat anything, nor hide her opinions - and unlike many people, never offering too much sympathy. She would, of couse, comfort those in need, but never drew it out like the average friend.
When asked if she saw something, she gave a short hum, tapping her fingers against the table top thoughtfully. Then, she reached over to the next table and pulled up a chair, perching down at the edge of the table. "Last night, 'round one in the mornin'," She said, her voice hushed and concerned, a tab confused, "There was a bit of a lone man at the edge of the bar. RIght over there," She looked over her shoulder, motioning to a dark, quiet corner. Shadows overlapped there - it would be difficult to see much. "He was young, perhaps no older than myself at twenty four. He ordered a Dead Bolt for a lovely young lady around one thirty, but put... something in her drink." At this, she glanced back at the boys, her voice still hushed. She didn't want this news to spread. "While the lass was looking at her cell, he tipped a thick gel into her drink. I couldnt see much - but it smelt foul. I swapped their drinks when neither looked -- the lass walked out unharmed. But I've saved plenty a'lass and young men from being roofied here, sugar. Usually, it's a white powder. This was... red. Dark red, like blood." She leaned in, her green eyes intense and serious, much unlike her usual self. "And I swear - the man smiled at me once, and he had... fangs, I swear by the almighty." She shivered at the memory - it terrified her. "But next time, they were gone. Like magic," She shrugged. Her name was called from the bar by another worked, and Jinx raised her hand in acknowledgement. Standing, she pushed the chair into its usual place. She looked at Jamison once more, a simple frown on her face. "No more drinks," She said quietly, "For any of ya'. Vodquilas gon' kick in soon, and that's all you'll need. You get water or soda from now on, boys." She rapped the table twice with a loose fist, a sort of friendly goodbye, and sashayed away. She seemed a bit more somber than before - the knowledge of a loved families death tended to do that to one.
However, there was a prick of something strange in the back of her mind. Jinx, for some reason, had accepted the deaths of the Greyson's easily. The news should have shocked her into stillness - and here she was, mixing another drink for a young lady. The deaths... they seemed familiar, and Jinx was more than freaked out by how her stomach rumbled as she passed a shockingly sweet-smelling man. Her teeth ached, and Jinx ran her tongue over them, unsure what was happening. Another worker silently dropped off some more water at the boys' table after Jinx gestured over to them, but that was the last recognition she gave the table. However, there was a strange quietness around the table - Jinx had subtly had workers remove people from surrounding seats, leaving the three boys be. She knew how to keep gossip down by now.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 1:21:57 GMT -5
{{ skip to that night were they are trying to route out the vamp now? }}
Jamison's fists clenched even tighter as Jinx's hand came to rest on his shoulder, it took all of his self control to not flinch. Thankfully it disappeared quickly. "My deepest condolences, Jamison," she had said, which Jamison just nodded to in acknowledgement. He wasn't one for sympathy, and even though this didn't really count as sympathy, he couldn't bear the thought of others talking about it. Talking about it just made it real. Jamison forced his hands to unclench and lie flat on the table as Jinx pulled up a chair to sit at the end of their table. Jamison's eyes didn't leave the corner Jinx gestured to as she kept talking - he was trying to envision the man sitting there. The man that might have murdered his family. The man that had ruined his life. Jamison's eyes flicked back to her, the breath he hadn't known he'd been deflating out of him as she seemed to finish. The guy had just been trying to spike a girls drink.
That didn't help him at all.
But then she continued. Dark red like blood? That didn't sound like any roofie he'd ever heard of. Taking a quick glance at Sam and Dean he could tell by their slightly puzzled expressions that they hadn't either. So maybe this was something else. When Jinx mentioned fangs, the boys all looked at each other, a knowing glance passing between them. It all added up. A vampire, maybe more than one. The rest of Jinx's words rolled over Jamison, the words going in one ear and out of the other. They had a solid lead now. All they had to do now was follow it and kill the vamp. Simple.
Except it wasn't.
But Jamison couldn't think about that now. He couldn't bear the thought that his family's killer would live for another 24 hours while they tracked him down, ensured he was the one who had done it and then finally killed him. He felt like he couldn't rest until this task was completed. Next thing he knew, Jinx was gone and Sam and Dean were talking strategies. "Normally I'd say this is too personal for you to get involved in..." Dean said, turning to look at Jamison. He was probably right. On all the cases he'd done, where a mother or partner had lost a loved one to a supernatural creature, Jamison had refused to let them get involved - they always did stupid things in desperation to get revenge. But this was different. This was his family. "I'm not staying behind if that's what you're going to suggest, Dean." Jamison said quietly, not flinching as he locked gazes with the older Winchester.
"I know." Dean sighed.
"Good. Well - we'd better get out of here and get ready. I'll meet you both back here tonight and we'll see if the vamp comes back. If he does, he's mine." And then Jamison stood and left the bar, sucking in the sweet air outside as if he'd been drowning.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 1:47:35 GMT -5
(Sure!)
Jinx was, the next night, in her living room, her stomach absolutely burning with hunger. She had tried to eat, of course - but every piece of food she tried to eat, had made her violently sick. Now, she curled up on the couch, wearing the same clothes she wore the previous night, her lipstick gone and eye eye makeup smudged. She could barely breathe - the thirst and hunger clawed inside her, and she gripped her stomach as if something were to claw out of her belly. Something snapped inside her - something intense, fiery, instinctual. Jinx found herself drowning in thoughts, sounds, smells.
Oh god, the smell! Jinx groaned out loud as the smell washed over her, her mouth watering as the scent seemed to haul her to her feet. Jinx wasn't 'awake' durring this, her consciousness tucked away into a soft padded corner of her mind. Jinx's body moved on it's own - jerking open the door and seething down the hall, her body grotesquely graceful. Something sharp - no, two something's sharp jabbed at her lower lip, but her body didn't care. If anything, the vile taste of it's own blood riled it further. A door - the street. Outside. Jinx lurked in an allyway, her eyes practically glowing from instinctual hunt. And it just so happened that there was a little something-something to eat here, behind this filthy dumpster....
Jinx whirled around the corner, her face a feral snarl of a wild animal, rabid and hungry. The couple, half-naked, took in a breath to scream. The scream never came - instead, a flood of scarlet washed down both their chests, and Jinx latched onto the man, a quiet snarl in the back of her throat as she dug her fangs deep in his throat, her hair soaking blood into its strands. Jinx drank greedily, her mind and thoughts tucked away behind instinct, unaware of her actions. The man was dry - the woman was next, her body suffering the same fate. Two pale bodies soon lay in a pool of scarlet, and a tan figure stood above them with a feral snarl. Hunger sated for now, Jinx was slowly, slowly, able to seep back into her body. Fang retracted into her jaw - she didn't have a clue. However, she did she something - the man, the man who tried to 'roofie' the girl two nights ago.
And then, she felt the blood. Jinx fell to the ground in her panic, a piercing shriek ripping through the silent night air, bloodcurdling and sharp. She was always uncomfortable at the sight of blood, and this... this was far too much for her to handle reasonably. She couldnt breathe - couldnt feel anything but the scarlet practically covering her head-to-toe. Her tights had rips, soaked with the blood of these strangers. Her face, her neck, her back and sides - blood, everywhere she looked. Bodies - two of them. The sight of these bodies had her voice well into another piercing shriek - Jinx stumbled to her feet, barefoot, her heels long lost in the pool of blood and shallow body count. Her back hit the wall - her head followed. Blood-red stars limited her vision, falling back onto the ground and curling her knees into her chest, her eyeliner tearing down her cheeks. It was impossible to tell she had been drinking the blood - it was too thick, everywhere. It looked like she had simply tripped over the bodies and fell into the pool of scarlet. Such a large amount of wasted blood - an amateur vampire.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 18:44:32 GMT -5
{{ hey - I don't think i'm going to be able to keep up with this and my other rps right now since i'm not on much due to christmas, sorry! }}
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