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Post by kisses on Mar 19, 2013 13:49:04 GMT -5
 Anyone who knew Angel knew that she wasn't exactly the type of girl who liked to walk into dangerous situations. In fact, up until a few years ago, she was a girl who avoided situations like that like the plague. While her family had always been avid psychics, their life work to protect innocents, Angel tended to lean more toward the tamer side of things, or rather the side that didn't have a potential to get her killed. Unfortunately, things had a way of changing once her visions started to become more vivid and frequent. Not only had she been forced to make a living and survive in the work world, but now that the city had quite literally gone to hell with the array of supernatural creatures present, it seemed as though her destiny had brought her to the innocent saving business anyway. Wearing a black long sleeved sweater and a pair of low rise dark blue jeans, the young clairvoyant moved quickly down the street, her black heeled boots clicking rhythmically at each stride. It was funny just how comfortable she grew to be in these situations. It was well past the bewitching hour, around 1 A.M if her guess was right. Honestly, if this had been a year or so ago, she would have been scared out of her mind. It really is interesting what a few near death experiences did for a girl's confidence. Kick ass psychic powers and newly found bravery aside, there was still the question of what the hell a girl like that was doing in a dark alley. Surely there were alternate routes home, safer roads. Unfortunately, while the girl was well aware of the dangers of a hot piece of ass wandering the supernatural infested streets of L.A, she was there for a reason. A string of violent killings had been reported in the area and a recent premonition meant that another was soon to play out. She had taken it upon herself to investigate, and hopefully put a stop to it. Carrying a loaded gun in her purse and various occult items, she slowly turned into the dark alley, eyes wide and alert. The best thing to do was to pretend she was just another clueless innocent. Whatever or whoever it was that had been doing the killing was attracted to the defenseless type, and she had a feeling if she let on that she was a psychic, things wouldn't go down very well. TAG: The victim from her vision? OPEN to anyone. |
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Post by teamswiss on Mar 23, 2013 18:04:08 GMT -5
    
Even Athena and Joash knew what was going on around here. They were normally a team effort and worked best together, but tonight Joash was hunting closer to blood lust and Athena was hunting over here. Fire and water. They were the oddest team ever, but oh so much a like. Athena walked around another corner like she owned the place, and she kinda did. They were close to where Athena and Joash's rapper friends had come from, and they had spent a lot of time here as well.
She sighed as she reached the last corner of the boarders of the attack zone. Well this meant she was stalking further into an area that Athena was certain was being stalked by a blood thirsty vampire... Okay, not that all vampires weren't blood thirsty, but a particularly nasty blood thirsty vampire. Beyond demons, they were the only ones that attacked like that; demons, however, rarely left such a mess behind however.
Athena closed her eyes and allowed the humidity in the air take over. To bad it wasn't a full moon, she would be able to use what water there was in the victim to her advantage. She pushed the idea out of her mind, no use wanting what wasn't there. She began walking along the alley's, going this way and that as she willed. After about an hour, she was hopelessly lost and didn't mind. But it was quiet and that unsettled Athena more then anything. After a moment she heard another set of footsteps. She froze and summoned a wall of water behind her. She was ready for what ever was about to come around that corner.
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Post by kisses on Mar 28, 2013 9:58:20 GMT -5
After months of hunting and the like, it was a pretty safe bet to say that Angel didn't scare easy, at least not as easily as people would assume a girl like her would. After all, by looks alone anyone, witch, mortal, demon, or werewolf would take her to be just your average girl from the city. While her stereotype held true in many ways, her strength, both inside and out was a different story. She'd been exposed to evil of all kinds, the ugly ones, the pretty ones, and even the not-so-much human ones as well. It was that confident bravery that came with the experience. Up until recently the girl had no idea just how her mother and father had been able to risk their lives on a daily basis. It turned out she had a lot more in common with the both of them than she had anticipated.
Clutching her purse against her, she continued to walk down the alleyway, appearing as clueless, as "innocent" as she possibly could. Whoever it was that had been killing in that alley had been focusing on humans. She had a feeling if she made like she was there for a reason then the vampire would stay away, or at least be wary. No, with a look like Angel's, her best weapon was the element and surprise... that and the fact her power of foresight. It was actually a rather comforting thought, and arguably one of the only reasons she felt bold enough to take on this little project by herself.
It didn't take long for her plan to work. As she slowly made her way down the dark alley, she heard another pair of footsteps ahead of her. Was it the demon? Had she drawn them out? She stopped mid-stride for a second, her hand gripping her purse tight as she braced herself to turn the corner. Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath before pushing forward, her eyes locking onto the oddly dressed female and the wall of water surrounding her. "Freeeeze, mother-fucker!" she shouted, quickly realising she had watched way to many cop movies. Her plan of action of not making the first move had totally failed, she was clearly no innocent. With the gun aimed, she took the opportunity to take in the female, sizing her up. Angel couldn't be sure if this was the killer or not. But she definitely wasn't human. "Who and what are you?!"
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Post by teamswiss on Mar 30, 2013 11:56:27 GMT -5
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Post by ROBERT James lancaster on Mar 31, 2013 1:08:07 GMT -5
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Robert was out and about, He was not a morning person at all so the night was his area, he loved the time, the coolness, and the serenity that came with it. He loved that time of day and that evening. But he was not out to enjoy the evening just for the sake of it he was on a mission. He had received a vague message from a ghost. He usually kept his ear to the ground and there were a few spirits that liked to chat with him and he would hear some news, it allowed him to learn some things from the past. Ghosts could be a chatty bunch but when you were dead gossiping was kind of your life and he could be caught up in it from time to time. One ghost came and told him that someone was going to get hurt. He had no idea how they knew that, maybe a medium had been talking to the ghost but he decided to go out and check for himself. After all at least he could tell the spirit he tried and if he found nothing he would just continue on to the bar, he liked the bar and it was kinda fun. It would make the night worth it.
He was walking down the street when he heard, "FREEEEZE MOTHER-FUCKER" He ran down the alley with a bit of speed. He was making his way down the alley to see a woman holding a gun and other woman with a wall of water behind her. He focused his energy before him and threw out his hand infront of him. Just then a force field wall flew up between the two woman, it would stop the water or bullet hurting the other woman. He had the wall up so he turned his power toward telekinesis, just incase he needed to fight. Telekinesis was he fastest weapon at his disposal, and a minute or two of time and he could have dead to his aid, but it would be best idea to see what is going on. What the hell is going on.....
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