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[font=georgia][color=black]-Yeah, I completely underestand! Tilly gets her cast of on Monday Yayyyyy!
I watched in slight amusement as Amya's mouth fell open, Storm's calm demeanor seeming to surprise her. While Storm could be excitable, she usually understood when enough was enough. Amya was so visibly off right now, I wasn't surprised that Storm got the 'stay-away' vibe. I gently pulled her inside, flicking on a light switch and watching as Holly blinked angrily at me, slinking up the stairs to avoid us. Holly is pretty anti-social. She was merely a black smudge of fur as she turned and went into the study.
Amya's voice tugged me back to the matter at hand, her child-like demeanor growing. "Okay, let's get you to bed." She didn't have anything to change into- would she want to change? Or did she want to sleep in what she had on? I ran a hand through my hair, regretting the awkward situation. I went up the stairs, turning the hall into my room. I would sleep on the couch- I didn't actually have a guest bedroom, I'd turned it into a library. Besides, I would feel better sleeping on the couch, so she couldn't run out again.
We reached my room and I let go of Amya's hand, flicking on the light switch. "So, here it is." Going over to the closet, I took out one of my old T-shirts and shorts, setting them on the bed. "If you want to change, there's that. Think you'll be okay on your own?" On one hand, I didn't want to leave her alone, but on the other, I just wanted this day to end. Actually, to erase the day. Completely erase it.
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[size=30pt]ˢᵉʳᵃᵖʰᶤᶰᵃ {ˢᵉʳᵃ} ʳᵃᵇᶤᵉᵐ[/size]
[ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ’ˢ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ˒
ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ’ˢ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ˢᵗᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᶰᵉᵐʸ]
[color=black][sub]The girls red-brown hair quivered, the harsh winds of winter making her smile. The demon felt most comfortable in the most miserable weather, although who could blame her? Her kind thrived on misery, pain, and loss. The cold February weather was enough to make anybody miserable- and, with it being Valentines Day, there was the perfect mix of happiness and despair. She could practically taste it in the air, like a storm about to erupt. It was absolutely beautiful. Running a hand through her auburn hair, the girl continued her way down the busy sidewalk.
The demon couldn't remember any of her human life, not even her name. When she died, the higher-level demons had given her a different name, one that reflected her personality. They had immediately noticed the rage in the girl, and given her the name Seraphina Rabiem, meaning burning rage. It certainly fit her, for the demonic girl was almost always angry at someone. Most of the other demons were afraid of the girl, whom they knew as Sera. No one ever knew who she was going to blow up on. That was partly how Sera had earned her reputation as one of the worst demons in hell, because of the constant rage that boiled inside of her. She also had a reputation for hanging out among the mortals, bringing pain and misery onto the human world. It was what demons were meant to do, like the other worlds little devils, wreaking havoc on the world above them.
That was what Sera was trying to do right now- cause trouble.
[color=maroon][font=georgia][ᶠᵃˡˡᵉᶰ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵃʳ
ᵃᶰᵈ ᵈᵒᶰᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵈᶤˢᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳᶤᶰᵍ˒
ᵇᵒʷ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶤᵍʰᵗʸ]
[color=black][font=georgia]The girls deep brown eyes landed on a bar, the sounds of pounding music erupting through the doors. It seemed like the kind of place where a mixture of people- both happy and miserable - would be. The perfect place to find a soul to ruin. Her black leather boots clicked against the sidewalk as she hurried towards the small building, the sounds of music growing louder. When Sera opened the door, the smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and sweat bombarded her, the demons nose filling with the bitter-sweet smell. The bar was covered in cheesy pink hearts and "I love you" signs that made the demon want to puke. The mushy decorations were disgusting- but, humans seemed to be into that sort of thing. Sera was sure that, at one time, she had also been a fan of the lacey hearts and short love poems, but that was all behind her now. Way behind her.
Making her way towards the bartender, Sera's eyes surveyed the seats. As a demon, she felt no desire for alcohol or anything of that nature, but it would seem strange for her to enter the bar and not ask for a drink. The demon's eyes turned black for a moment as she surveyed the souls of those sitting in the seats. Her ideal victim was someone who's soul was near-perfect, but had a little crack in it. An imperfection that she could latch onto, and exploit. Then, once their soul was ruined, she would kill the human, and send them down to hell. It wasn't pretty work, but it was certainly fun. Sera enjoyed watching the humans struggle, it was what her own soul lived on, what it craved.
There. Sera's now black eyes caught on a man sitting at the bar, his soul perfectly visible to her. It was strange- his soul was a battling mixture of light and dark. A perfect half and half. Probably one or two more good or bad acts would tip the scale, in either direction. Certainly seemed like easy prey, even though Sera had never seen someone who's soul was perfectly divided. It did make the dark-eyed demon slightly wary, but her curiosity outweighed her fears. Besides, only Angels and Hunters could kill her, and this man was certainly no Angel. And even if he was a Hunter, Sera was one of the most powerful demons known. She had fought off and killed many Hunters, if this man was one, she could easily kill him.
[color=maroon][font=gorgia][ᵈᵒᶰ’ᵗ ʳᵘᶰ˒ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ʰᵒˡᵈᶤᶰᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵒᶰᵍᵘᵉ
ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ ᵃ ʷᵃʸ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵍᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᶤᵛᵉ]
[font=georgia][color=black]Sera sauntered over to the man, who was downing a beer. Her eyes had now returned to their normal dark brown, a faint smile playing on her lips as she ordered a beer. She turned her eyes to the man, brushing back her red-brown hair. "Hey there." Her voice was admittedly flirty- that was usually the only way to get through to most mortals. "Why so glum?" The man seemed upset- which could partly be because he didn't have a girl with him on Valentines Day. That was enough to make any mortal sour.
The demon smiled at the bartender as he handed her the drink, giving him some money before turning her attention back to the man in front of her. Sera took a quick drink of the beer, the alcohol smoothly sliding down her throat. While the dark-hearted creature certainly didn't crave alcohol, it was nice to have one during her trips to the mortal world. Especially if a soul was soon to follow.
[color=maroon][font=georgia][ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰ ˡᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶤᵍʰᵗ ᶤᶰ
ˢʰᵒʷ ᵐᵉ ʰᵒʷ ᵇᶤᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇʳᵃᵛᵉ ᶤˢ]
[font=georgia][color=black]ooc; plot; My character, Sera, is a demon. As you read above, she isn't one of the nicer demons. So, she sees you're character and plans to take his soul, which is exactly halfway between being claimed. Your character, however is a Hunter, and he knows she is a demon. So, when they leave the bar, he pulls her into an alleyway and threatens to kill her, which would completely destroy her soul and send her to oblivion. To save her soul, Sera tells him that she can save his, which as I mentioned earlier is exactly half and half. He begrudgingly agrees, and as she helps to save him, they begin to fall in love, which is completely forbidden. We can go from there, but that's my start up plan.
All I ask is that you are fairly active, and can make long posts. Just jump right in, no need to make a form or anything ^^
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[shadow=black,left]just another rainy day.[/shadow]
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[shadow=black,left]just another rainy day.[/shadow]
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[color=black][font=georgia]Sera smiled slightly, her eyes following the mans gestures at the sign. So, her hypothesis was right- he was alone. The smell of alcohol burned her nose as she took another drink, batting her eyelashes. Misery was practically dripping off of him, giving her a greater buzz than the beer. The demon lived off of misery, and someone this miserable was a rare treat. She rested her elbow on the counter, propping her head up with her hand. The demons tight jeans were uncomfortable, her black boots a little too tight, but her discomfort didn't show. This was what humans wore nowadays, and the most important thing was to fit in. To walk down the street wearing seventeenth century clothes would be a dead giveaway that something was wrong- especially to Hunters.
Running a hand through her thick auburn hair, Sera smiled again, determined to get one more soul tonight. Then she would be forced to move on. She had already killed eight, and the Hunters would start to come around, sniffing for trouble. Honestly, the demon was amused by Hunters. A handful of degenerates, addicted to killing things that would give any normal human being nightmares. Hunting was their drug, and they couldn't live without it. Most of them gave up everything for it- families, friends, even their lives. Yet, no matter how hard they tried, they remained a minor annoyance, a pebble in the shoe of demons. Sure, Sera was always on the lookout for Hunters, but she was honestly more concerned about Angels than a couple of half drunk knife-happy lunatics.
"Really? Hard to imagine a lady killer like you would be here alone." It was the same routine she pulled almost every time- flattery altered the minds of even the most level-headed humans. They were an interesting species, humans. So easily deterred from their common goal, so consumed in their own lives that they couldn't step back and see the big picture. The truth was, if humans opened their eyes just a little bit, they would see all of Hell's little demons running around, killing off their families. Sera knew that the demons didn't cover their tracks well- although she was a little more careful than most. Humans were blind, and would always remain that way. It was what made them so easy to prey upon.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 425px; height: 150px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px; font: 10px georgia; color: black; text-align: left;]"Okay, thanks! Sounds great!" Eli's sentences ran together from excitement, and he kept bouncing on the balls of his feet. It was slightly adorable, actually, like a little kid that had just been given a puppy. He opened his mouth to say something, but a ringtone erupted from his pocket, the sound of a text. Taking his phone out, Eli quickly scanned over the text, his smile fading slightly.
Where are you? You were supposed to meet me here an hour ago!
It was from his sister, Melanie. Every Thursday Eli went to a coffee shop with her, as she rambled endlessly about college. The conversations ended the same way every time. Eli, you're smart. You should go to college, get your degree. Stop wasting your time riding those stupid bikes. You're going to get yourself killed. Mel was the complete opposite of him. Responsible, hard-working, mature. And she was only two years older than him. Sighing, Eli shoved his phone back in his pocket.
"Sorry, I've got to go. I promise I'll be here tomorrow though- thanks again!" He was clearly reluctant to leave, but if he missed his weekly coffee session with Mel, he would never hear the end of it. Waving goodbye, Eli began walking in the direction of the coffee shop, which was only a few blocks away.
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[shadow=black,left].ally corrigan.[/shadow]
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| [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .70; width: 470px; height: 210px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=black]I stared at him for a moment, shocked at his outburst. This Human seemed less than sane, and now he was insulting me. Saying all these horrible things. It made anger rise inside of me, made me want to shift. But I couldn't. Then he would definitely kill me. But what he said about my parents, it made me want to lunge forward and claw his eyes out. He had absolutely no right to talk about my parents. None. My mother was a soldier, who fell in love with my dad before the war. I was three when the war started, so I can't remember what life was like before. But, I can't really remember my mother, either. The Humans took her from me when I was five. They captured her, killed her, and I was the one who found her body a few days later, thrown unceremoniously in the river in which I often played. I still remember how cold she was, the life in her long gone. Her eyes staring blankly at nothing, never again to shine with love like they used to. When I was younger, I wasn't close to my father at all. He was to wrapped up in the war to care for me, and my mom was the only one who stopped to say that she loved me, that I existed. Then, once she died, my dad took a sudden interest in me. He never let me leave his side, even took me to war meetings. I remember sitting at the window, making faces at Alexander, who always sat outside to wait for me. I think the only reason my father loves me is because I am the only thing left of mom. Occasionally, he'll even call me Caroline, and then his eyes will grow dark and he'll turn away. Part of me resents him for it, but the other part just wants to make him happy. After all, if it hadn't been for me, my mother wouldn't have been home when the soldiers came. I was sick with a terrible cold, and she had taken a break from fighting to stay with me. The soldiers overtook camp, slaughtering everyone in sight- even children. I remember my mother turning to me, gripping my shoulders tightly and staring into my eyes. "Lucy, baby, listen to me. I need you to run into the woods. Go towards Alexanders house. Run as fast as you can, and no matter what, don't look back. Do you understand me?" Being five, I was terrified by the look in my mothers eyes, and the sternness in her voice. "Mommy? What's going on?" Tears ran down my face as I heard windows being smashed, and people screaming. She ran a hand through my hair, smiling at me. "Nothing baby. Nothing you need to worry about. We're just going to play a game of hide and seek. Make sure to hide from anyone wearing a dark blue coat, okay? If you're found, you'll loose the game." I didn't understand that she was describing the uniforms of the Human army. I nodded, not knowing what else to do. She gave me a kiss on me forehead, cupping my face in her hands. "I love you, Lucy. You know that right?" "I love you too, Mommy." I gave her a hug before running out the back door, making my way quickly towards Alexanders house. I did as she asked, hiding from the men in blue coats. It wasn't until the next day that I found out she had been taken. When my father found Alexander and I hiding in the woods. Alexander lost both parents in the attack. I angrily pulled my thoughts back to the present, gritting my teeth. "You have no right to talk about my parents." My voice was tight, like a coiled spring. "Sorry for bothering you, you clearly have some important things to get back to." I started to walk away, but turned around, wanting to shout one more thing back at him. "And for the record, my parents died in the war when I was young." And with that, I turned, angry tears burning my eyes. Technically, I wasn't lying. My fathers spirit died a long time ago. Dark thoughts burned through my mind, coursing through me in time with my steps. I hate Humans. I hate them all. Father was right- they are all evil. |
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[font=georgia][color=black]I watched as Amya crawled into bed, fear sparking in her eyes. Her request startled me a little bit, my eyes widening in surprise. If Amya was sober, she would never even think of asking me that. I wanted to say no- I really did. Because I knew that Amya would regret it in the morning. She would beat herself up over it. But Her voice made me want to crumble, the absolute fear and innocence making my heart break. There wasn't any way I could leave her alone, not after the way she looked at me. It would be like leaving a child alone after a nightmare. You just don't do it.
Sighing, I sat on the edge of the bed, hesitating before laying down. This was strange. I didn't like it. Before, Amya didn't even want to be in the same room as me. I was sure that we didn't touch as I turned on my side so I could look at her, the hesitation clear in my eyes. "See? Everything's fine. No one can get you, you're safe here." My eyes traveled around my room, wondering how she perceived it. The room was pretty large, but not overly so. It was a navy blue color with white curtains, and a TV set up in the corner. A bookshelf sat at the end of the bed, books crammed haphazardly in it. Random titles, really. From Lord of the Rings to David Copperfield, I had basically everything. The window was tall and went from the floor and almost touched the ceiling, arching at the top with a small slab of roof outside. I sat out there all the time, even though it was technically dangerous and I could fall o my death.
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[color=black][font=georgia]ooc; What is this idea?! //dances in excitement because I really had no plot past this point//
(Also, Sorry for any spelling errors. I'm o My tablet and, well, Rainy+Tablet+Role-playing= FRUSTRATION)
Ic; Sera laughed lightly, her dark brown eyes threatening to turn black. Every word the man spoke screamed 'I'm miserable' it was enough to get any demon drunk. Her eyes flirted about the room, taking in the few people left. The bar tender, who looked like he was more drunk than the customers, a woman at the far end of the bar, staring at some random point in the distance, and a handful of college couples, still trying to dance in their drunken state.
"I'm pretty sure I can handle myself, thanks." A light accent graced her words, although it was hard to place. Many demons had it, a broken remnants of what they used to be. For some, it was a nervous habit. Fro other, it was a choice in food (not that demons needed to eat). For Sera, it was her odd little half-British accent, and her occasional choice in words.
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[color=black][font=georgia]ooc; OMG that's a great idea! And it would help explain why his soul was all freakish.
The girls stomach tightened against the force of the knife, her heart quickening as the man turned from a withering drunk to a capable hunter. Eyes turning black, Sera gritted her teeth, her eyes traveling around the bar. The Deon knew that causing a scene wouldn't be good. The hunter would just kill her, then make a hasty escape. She had seen it happen before, and she really didn't want to be sent to oblivion. Her eyes rested on the knife, struggling to tell if it was a serious send-you-to-oblivion knife, or one that would just send her back to Hell. It was impossible to be sure, but Sera really didn't want to take that chance.
Oblivion was exactly how it sounded- a blank, conciousless oblivion. No one had ever returned from it. Oblivion was considered shameful, the place where failures were kept. If Sera went there, her reputation as one of the most powerful demons ever known.
Taking a deep breath, Sera stood up, taking the Hunters hand as she led him to the alleyway, struggling to keep her cool exterior. If she was going to die, Sera was determined to go out fighting.
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[color=black][font=georgia]It took every ounce of her willpower not to turn and lash out at the man, but the demon knew that would be suicide. Still, being led around like a dog made her sick. Somehow, Sera managed to keep her anger under wraps, the cold knife against her stomach a constant reminder that she was one snide comment away from death. Her eyes remained black, something she was usually able to control, but in this situation, who could really blame her for not keeping her Demon side under wraps?
However, as soon as he spoke to her, the demon unleashed the fury of hell itself on him. "Because if you kill me, I'll drag your damn soul to oblivion with me." She practically spat the words at him, her eyes narrowing and her muscles tightening. Every possible 'don't-mess-with-me' signal being sent. Still, Sera knew that she was at a disadvantage. He had a knife, and she didn't. Simple as that.
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[color=black][font=georgia]Sera gasped in pain, her skin burning where the knife touched. Yes, this was definitely a send-you-to-Oblivion blade. He wasn't playing around- clearly not an amateur. Although, the demon should have guessed that, from how quickly he could tell what she was. Most mortals just felt a little uneasy about her, but Hunters could tell a demonic presence from a normal one, it just usually took a while.
Plus, Hunter's souls were always distorted, she should have guessed it from the beginning.
Another screeching gasp escaped her lips as the knife was once again pressed to her skin, blood leaking from the wound. Jesus that hurt. Sera wanted to do something to stop the bleeding, but she was afraid if she moved the Hunter would take it as a threat, plunging the knife into her skin and making it good-bye Sera. This type of fear - the fear of dying- was new to the demon. After so many trips to the surface without being harmed, she had gotten over-confident. No Hunters could touch her, no Angels dared to try. Besides, they were too busy flittering about and doing whatever good-deeds were on their quota for the day.
Her skin burned as the blood dripped down her stomach, making her pale pink shirt dark as the blood seeped onto the Hunters shirt. She contemplated her answer for a few moments, but no matter how hard she tried, the demon couldn't keep the contempt out of her voice. It was just how she operated.
"You're soul is already pretty much damned. Exactly half and half. You kill me, that will tip the scale, since you'd be killing someone who's helped you. Then, when a few of my friends come after you, it's off to Hell with your sorry ass." It was one hundred percent true- if he killed her, then all of her friends would come after him, and they wouldn't let him live. Sera was viewed as a superior by most, and even though almost everyone was frightened by her, they had a lot of respect for her. Any hunter that could kill the Demon of Rage was too dangerous to let live, and deserved to die.
ooc; it's fine- that's actually what I imagined happening anyways.
romance, yay!
Yes, it is one hundred percent okay if you use blatant Supernatural references. Supernatural makes me happy ^^
Just nothing too major past season three please, because my friend is making me watch it with her, and can't go ahead, and she like, never watches it. So, yeah. //dies//
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[font=georgia][color=black]I listened as M'Kayla seemingly rambled, her words getting tangled in each other like a vine. She seemed nervous, or maybe scared, but it was a little funny, for the daughter of Hook to be nervous around Peter Pan. She must be the girl I saw earlier- the one that captivated me so in the street. So, Hook did have a daughter. It was strange, to picture him caring for anyone other than himself. Hook was a tyrant, not a father, although from the way she spoke of him M'Kayla didn't much care for him.
I opened my mouth to defend myself as she accused me of being rude, but then decided not to speak as she seemed to be giving me an odd sort of compliment while making me feel guilty. Were all girls this confusing? If so, I'm glad that I've only got boys to hang around with. How could she cram so many words into one sentence without taking a breath? How could she simultaneously ridicule yet praise me? How could her eyes be such a clear shade of blue? Wait, scratch that last one. I shouldn't be thinking of things like that, especially not about the daughter of the man that took Tootles from me. But, how bad could she be? She said so herself that she tried to feed him, and that she didn't really agree with her father, and already said that she would help me. Perhaps Hook's influence had changed her for the better.
Then, of course she had to ask about her father and I, and make my thoughts turn sour again. If I told her how I had caused her father to loose his arm, maybe she wouldn't help me anymore. Maybe she'd run back to Hook's ship, and shout from the crows nest that I would be coming, and for everyone to be on their guard. Why did she have to ask? The whole time I was contemplating, my mouth hung open slightly, a sentence forming in my head but not in words.
It took me a moment to jar my voice into working again, shaking my head slightly. "It doesn't matter. Just please show me where Tootles is, I need to get him home."
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[fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .60; width: 180px; height: 155px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto;][justify][color=black]ic: "Of course it's fine, Ally. How could I Get sick of you?" He teased lightly, pulling her into another hug. Abby was still fast asleep, she had probably gotten used to hearing them talk late at night, and become able to sleep through it. He gently rubbed Ally's back, desperately wanting to relieve some of her pain. "It's going to be okay, Ally." [hr] [color=black] ooc: Sorry for the crappy post.[/justify][/fancypost] |
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[font=georgia][color=black][sup]Alexander hesitated, wondering what to say. "No, not yet." Something about the look in her eyes made him want to keep her hope alive, even though she was a Dupont. She was still a young woman, and it wasn't right what had happened to her. No one deserved to have their entire family ripped away.
Alexander surprised himself with his thoughts, a different look crossing his face, similar to that of a puppy. It was quickly replaced by his normal expression though, one that was unreadable. "But you should stay here until you get your strength up. You are in no way fit to go off on your own"
ooc; OMG YOU WATCH SHERLOCK?!?!?!?!
(Sorry for the short post, I'm tired but wanted to respond)
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[color=black][font=georgia]A small smirk crossed Sera's face at the effect her words had on him. The fear had pretty much left her- now that all her cards were on the table, there was no way he would be able to kill her without selling his soul directly to the devil. Still, it was hard to relish her victory with blood streaming down her shirt, and her skin burning in pain. Whatever that knife was blessed with, it was enough to put even her in agony.
A strangled gasp erupted from her throat as the Hunters hands closed around her neck, her mind instantly cursing her body for making such a weak sound. The rage in his voice shocked the Demon of Rage, which was an impressive feat in and of itself. But, his threat was half-empty. Something was tying the Hunter to this world, something strong enough to make him okay with being in cahoots with a demon. Someone, she concluded, must have a pretty strong hold on him. Rather it was a sibling, or a parent, or a lover, it didn't matter. They were saving her immortal soul.
"Hmmm, doesn't seem I've got much of a choice." She somehow managed to maintain her snide tone while admitting she was forced to help him.
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[color=black][font=georgia]The demon winced when the Hunter pressed the gun into her wound, a slight groan of pain sliding out of her tightly closed mouth. He certainly was pushy- after all, she had agreed to help him. Blood continued to spill out of her wound, The hem of her shirt now soaked a dark red. "Crystal clear." She muttered, the feeling of pain slightly new to her. It certainly wasn't pleasant. The sky above was dark, with the promise of rain soon to come, with the rumble of thunder in the distance. "If you don't mind me saying, we should probably go back to wherever you're staying before it starts pouring."
ooc; terrible awful post. My puppy just got her cast off, and I'm completely exhausted after waiting at the vets for over two hours.
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[color=black][font=georgia]Sera nodded, glaring at the Hunter every time he prodded her side. It seemed like he was trying to do a powerplay, showing her that he could kill her in an instant. He was certainly doing a good job of it- the demon, who was so unused to feeling pain, found the wound in her side excruciating. What's worse, she was pretty sure she couldn't make a call to any other demons, because this Hunter would sure as Hell have his eyes on her all night. Probably dump half a ton of salt everywhere too, so she couldn't even play with the thought of escaping. These Hunters, they were so predictable. It would have been amusing, had Sera not had the threat of Oblivion hanging over her head.
His choice of home was also typical, a run-down, sleazy motel where no one would question anything he did. The thought of staying in this place made the demon slightly sick, but she didn't have the audacity to tell him that. Whenever Sera came to the Human world, she always found some pretty worthwhile accommodations, either by possessing someone who lived in the high-rises of society, or jumping inside some poor soul at the ATM machine, extracting enough money to probably max out their bank account. It was amusing when the Humans woke up from that- looking around confused, then shouting as they realized their bank account was in the negatives. For the rest of their life they would preach to anyone who would listen how a demon possessed them and took all the money out of their bank account.
But, honestly, who would listen to that?
Sera nodded tensely when the Hunter spoke to her, wishing to Hell and back that he didn't have to be so close. At this range, he could just slice her and pretend she'd had a heart attack or something.
Maybe that was a little paranoid.
Putting on a slightly... loopy smile, Sera walked inside, making sure her steps weren't exactly graceful. The hardest thing was pretending that she was okay with the Hunter being so close to her.
ooc; Thanks :3 She broke her leg on labor day, but she's okay now.
