Posts by mackie jane.

Melody sighed and went to the door. She yanked it open after peer I through the window next to it. She held her knife up. She couldn't trust anyone anymore. She gave the boy a questionable look.

Melody gave him a small nod. "Hi." she said. She sheathed her knife and crossed her arms.

Melody was actually shocked at his politeness. Every other person she had met immediately tried to kill her. "Melody." she said. She never gave a last name. It was never needed. she looked up at Olivia. "I can't really saw that I'm not." she replied with a small smile.

Melody leaned against the doorway. "Are you guys with another group, or what?" she asked. Most of the people she met was in a group, all trying to kill her.

"I was at first..." Melody's soft voice trailed off. 'Forget them. They are never coming back, Mel.' she told herself. She shook her head. Sad Melody wasn't coming back either.

Melody looked over at Michael. She put her hand on on of the many daggers she owned, watching him. "Come to join our conversation, 'ey?" she asked, her eyes narrowed.

Melody, not trusting Michael, kept her hand on her dagger. "Well, Mr. My Name Doesn't Matter, I'm Melody." she said.

Melody rolled her eyes. "I'd really like to get going. I have a three day walk to where I'm heading." she sighed. She hated asking for help from her insane uncle bit he had been planning this day for ten long years. Plus, he was the only living family member.

Melody seemed a bit surprised. She was about to say she was better off alone but hesitated. "Actually, that'd be quite lovely." she replied, her slight English accent showing. She kept her hand close to her dagger.

((Yeah...I'm confused as well.))

Melody grabbed her bag from inside. She checked, making sure her knives and Joey's shotgun, were in it. She shouldered her bag and looked at the group. "Alrighty then." she sighed.

((Gotta get off. Bye, guys! :P))

((A recp would be lovely! .-.))

((A'ight! I'll wing it, I guess.))

Melody stood near the group. She glanced around. "I'm wasting my time here..." she thought. She was debating on whether or not she should leave the group. "If I leave, I might make it on time. But, I could get eaten by the brain-eaters. But, I can take care of myself so I might not." she thought, arguing with herself. She settled on staying.

((My characters always argue with themselves! XD

Harry looked at Marly. They both heard the gun. Marley's eyes widened. Harry put a finger up to his lips. Marly nodded, grabbing a nearby kitchen knife.

Harry pushed Marly behind him. "Move to the basement." he thought. Marly shook her head. 'I'll be fine. I told your father I'd protect you. Go." he thought with a smile. Marly looked at the two Hunters before running down the steps. Harry turned back to them. "Who's first?" he smirked, holding a dagger.

Sierra picked the flower and twirled it around between her fingers. She got up and went inside the small building. She set the flower down on the staircase as she hurried up the stairs.

Harry ducked as he threw his knife towards Ryan. He dove into the kitchen. Marly ran down the stairs. She gasped and looked up, hearing the gun fire. She could hear Harry's thoughts. She breathed a sigh of relief as she went to the backdoor. She threw it open and began running again.

Harry whispered something in Latin before slipping out the door. He searched for Marly. Marly had ran around front. She had keys in her hand. She jumped in to Harry's black truck and started it up. Harry heard the sound and hurried to the front. Marly slid to the other seat as Harry got in beside her.

Sierra knocked on her brother's door. "Get up, you lazy bum!" she exclaimed. "Five more minutes." her older brother, Seth, muttered, his face in a pillow. Sierra opened the door and stuck her head in. "Get. Up. NOW!" she growled. "Fine." Seth grumbled, sitting up. "Good! Now, get dressed." she said. She shut the door and walked off.

((I'll post Seth's pic later))

Seth got out of bed and went to his bag. He searched through it, muttering curses in Latin. Sierra was in her room, looking for Baxter. "Where a you, you old mutt?" she sighed, checking under her small bed. The blue eyed pitbull looked up at her and wagged hid tail. "Come here, baby." Sierra said, pulling the dog put. Baxter ran around her. Sierra smiled and rubbed his head.