Posts by Strawberry

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid red; border-right: 1px solid red;][justify][size=10][color=white] August shifted and turned her head to look at the other woman as she spoke. Dakota? That was an interesting name. "My name? Oh, it's August. I'm a hunter as well." She said softly. She sighed and straightened in her seat.

"Uhm, where are we going?" She asked, blinking with the realization that -in her shocked state- she'd gotten into a car with a complete stranger. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black;][justify][size=10][font=georgia][color=white] Sam followed the two cars, aware of how quiet it was in the girls Ford. The sound of the tires splashing through puddles -and of other cars tires as well- was the only sound he heard. Unable to take the silence, he reached over to her radio and turned it on.

Unprepared for the blast of music that came from the speakers he immediately turned it back off, not because he didn't like Fall Out Boy, but because he had been unprepared for the sudden onslaught of noise that came bursting through the speakers.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid red; border-right: 1px solid red;][justify][size=10][color=white] August didn't verbally answer, instead choosing to nod her head yes. She looked ahead, brown eyes staring out the windshield and at the lights of the town.

Everything seemed so familiar to her, and yet so strange at the same time. This was the town she'd grown up in, those people on the sidewalk was people she knew. And yet now that her family was gone, everything felt strange and foreign.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black;][justify][size=10][font=georgia][color=white] Driving in silence, Sam was careful to keep the cars ahead of him in sight. The familiar license plate of his brothers car was hidden by Dakota's vehicle, but the sleek black form of the Impala was still noticeable and he made sure that no cars managed to sidle into the space between his and Dakota's car.

With nothing to distract him, Sam began to think. What was this thing that was creating so much carnage? They didn't know.What did it want? They didn't know that either. What did all these murdered people have in common? The only thing Sam had managed to dig up was that they'd all been adopted. Why was August the only person in her family to escape unscathed? Perhaps she knew.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid red; border-right: 1px solid red;][justify][size=10][color=white] August unbuckled herself and slid out of the car, shutting the door behind her as she looked around. Her hand lingered on the handle for a second before she headed towards Dakota and Castiel. "Thanks," She said softly to Dakota, appreciating how she'd driven her here. Glancing over at Castiel, her lips formed a small smile at his familiar face.

I can't believe he's really an Angel. She thought. Even though she'd only met him, she didn't feel like he had lied to her about what he was. And although Angels were something strange and foreign to her it definitely wasn't the weirdest thing she'd ever experienced.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black;][justify][size=10][font=georgia][color=white] Sam pulled into the parking lot alongside the his brothers car. He cut the engine and pulled out the keys, stuffing them in his pocket. He looked over to the gun in the passenger seat, but figured it would be wiser to leave it there. If anyone in the motel saw him carrying a gun around (even if for a second) it wouldn't be good.

He exited the car and quickly walked over to the others. Sam pulled out the keys and handed them over to the girl, who took them with a quiet "Thank you." He nodded to her before looking over at Dakota and then to Cas. "Let's get inside." He offered as Dean opened the door. He walked in after his brother and headed over to his laptop, which he had left on a small table. He pulled out a chair and took a seat.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid red; border-right: 1px solid red;][justify][size=10][color=white] August entered the room last and shut the door quietly behind her. She sighed happily as the warm air washed over her and she pulled off her rain soaked sweater. While her black t-shirt underneath was still damp, it was better than the soaking wet article of clothing that she now held.

She pulled her damp curly brown hair away from her face, pulling the dark strands behind her ears as she looked around. The hairs on the back of her neck rose as she sensed someone looking at her. August turned to see Cas looking at her strangely.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black;][justify][size=10][font=georgia][color=white] Sam looked between everyone before realizing it was he who was expected to speak. "Okay." He began. "We need to try and figure out this guys motive;what he's trying to accomplish by killing all these people."

"Maybe he's just a serial killer." August suggested quietly. "Maybe there's nothing supernatural about this at all."

"No, a serial killer would have taken a break by now. A 'cooling off period' as it were. But these murders are consistent." Sam said with a shake of his head, eyes narrowed in thought. "But this is...this is different. Every murder has been one person at a time." He glanced at August, his next few words dying on his tongue. Not an entire family.

"What do all the victims have in common?" August asked.

"Nothing much." Sam said with a frustrated sigh. "Only that they've all been adopted."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid red; border-right: 1px solid red;][justify][size=10][color=white] "Nothing," August said with a frown in answer to Dean's question. She was mentally went through a list of supernatural beings that the strange killer could possibly be. Ghosts? Ghosts would normally only haunt a single spot at a time, and only bother people in those spots. Hellhounds? No;unless a bunch of adopted kids had made deals at the exact same time ten years ago. Wendigos? No, it had to be something that could plan and think. Wendigo's usually relied on instinct.

"It'll do us no good to speculate." The hunter said aloud. "There are hundreds of things that we know, and probably hundreds of things that we don't." She shook her head, eyes narrowed in puzzlement.She sat on the edge of one of the beds and pulled her legs close to her chest, resting her chin on her knees.

"Personally I think we should try and catch up to the thing, see what it is first." [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black;][justify][size=10][font=georgia][color=white] Sam shook his head."We could try, but this thing has always been one step ahead of us. We just barely managed to figure out where it would be tonight, who knows where it could be right now." He ran a hand through his thick brown hair.

"Unless it left a clue back at that house, there's no way to know. It's smart and doesn't leave an obvious trail to follow." Same rested his arms on the table and leaned forward, eyes cast downwards as he stared at the wood; deep in thought.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid red; border-right: 1px solid red;][justify][size=10][color=white] August scowled and looked down at her knees. "You guys are more than welcome to go back to the house." She said while averting her gaze. "But if you don't mind, I'd prefer to stay here."

August understood that it was necessary to find as many clues as possible, and that her home would be the only possible place to hold them. But while that was a fact, it was also a fact that she had no intention of going back there for the time being; even if she wanted to help. [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black;][justify][size=10][font=georgia][color=white] Sam looked to Dean after hearing Augusts comment. He understood that things were rough with her right now and he felt no need to push her to come with them. While they needed all the help they could get, it would do her no good to come back to a place of anguish that would only cause her greater despair.

"We can either head back out now, or go in the morning." He advised. "But I personally think now would be better. Before anyone shows up at the house and complicates things, anyway."

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The small room was a bit uncomfortable for him. After his time being frozen in a small casket like chamber he'd developed a bit of claustrophobia. He'd never mentioned this to Steve as it had never been a problem before. Now he was only tense, though his fingers were curved ever-so-slightly, on their way to curling into fists.

After Arabella spok, he didn't answer her question verbally, instead opting to dip his chin in a brisk nod. From his peripheral vision he noted how Steve was also looking at her intently, blue eyes narrowed with focus. [/fancypost]

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It was a good thing Bucky was still getting used to having emotions or else he certainly would have done something by now that would have given Arabella the upper hand. That being said, his eyes remained trained on her with his body still prone -the only movement being the rise and fall of his shoulders as he inhaled and exhaled slowly and evenly.

Use your own against you. That little comment brought Bucky back to his earlier plan, the one where he had thought of tricking her into thinking he was working for Hydra under cover. With that thought in mind, he blinked.

It wasn't much. Most people would overlook that little detail. People blink all the time. But Bucky? That was like him nervously sweating under pressure. Except Bucky didn't sweat. Bucky didn't blink. Bucky didn't give any sign of anything. That was one of the great things about him as an emotionless robot-esque ex-assassin. So him blinking was just a planned and yet casual looking reaction in the face of a statue.

"Why did you need those files?" Bucky asked, voice soft and quiet yet menacing like a storm brewing on the horizon. His eyes were cold like ice as he stared down at her. [/fancypost]

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"How long have you been working with Hyrdra?" Steve inquired. His eyes glinted with a kinder light than Buky's, especially compared to the harsh stare of his dark haired companion. "And why are you working for them?"

Bucky looked at Arabella intently at that. Why was she working for Hydra? What had happened to make her part of such an evil organization?And if she had truly been in The Chair would she even remember?[/fancypost]

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August rested her head on her knees and inhaled and exhaled slowly. She was tired, wanting to just collapse onto the mattress and fall asleep.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black;][justify][size=10][font=georgia][color=white] Sam stood up, looking over at his brother and then to Dakota. Even with only three people they were sure to find something quickly. He headed over to the door, grabbing his soaked jacket and shrugging it back on. "The sooner we go the better." He commented as he opened the door.

The rain was gone and the sky was clear save for a few stray clouds. Puddles glistened because of the motel lights. He stepped out onto the pavement, feeling a cold wind toss his brown hair.

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"Where were you supposed to go after obtaining the files?" Bucky spoke up as he looked back to her. Though he figured they were too late in intercepting the files travel, he was sure that S.H.E.I.L.D could do something if they could find out where they had been headed.

Bucky shifted his weight as he crossed his arms over his chest, the uncovered metal of his arm glinted in the harsh light of the small room. He tilted his head to the side as he studied Arabella, eyes still guarded and face still blank like unmarked paper.[/fancypost]

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"I'm just...kind of depressed I guess." She pursed her lips and looked away, ashamed of herself and feeling weak for admitting that to a near stranger. Quickly changing the subject she looked over to him again. "So you're really an angel?" She asked, warm brown eyes looking at him curiously.

August tilted her head to the side, her damp brown hair curling around her shoulders. "Why are you hunting?" [/fancypost]

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"The Harris' lived in a pretty remote area, so we don't know if anyone will have alerted the police yet. I think we should have badges out though, just in case." He advised. He glanced back at Dakota again. If there were police and they did need to lie their way through, how would they explain her? It wasn't like they could just take a photo and glue it on a previously made badge in the time it takes to get there. They didn't even have a camera.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid red; border-right: 1px solid red;][justify][size=10][color=white] August listened intently, enraptured by the idea of angels really existing. They weren't exactly what she had though of; some divine and glowing being who radiated power. Cas was...well. Like a serious faced man in a suit. At least -August tilted her head to the side- that's what her first impression of him was.

"Me?" She said for a second. She looked at the wall. "I'm just a hunter. I travel the country, kill a few things." She shrugged her shoulders. "There's really not much to it." [/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 350px; border-left: 1px solid black; border-right: 1px solid black;][justify][size=10][font=georgia][color=white] Sam glanced at the badge to see what the name was this time before putting it in his pocket. He looked out the window for a few moments before speaking. "I think we should each take a separate floor -if there's a basement or attic. I'm not sure what we should do about the bodies though." He looked at Dean and then Dakota.

"I don't want to salt and burn them without..." He trailed off, realizing that he had never gotten her name. "Her say." He said finally. "But I think the man in the bushes should at least be brought inside."

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