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Post by Rosella Lestrange on May 28, 2008 20:09:51 GMT -4
No one ever locked the cemetary's gate. Truthfully, Rosella could not remember the last time someone had both closed and locked the gate. And that was ok, because that made it easy.
With an unlocked gate, people came. Usually, it was teenagers who came to drink their beer, or to break the gravestones, but whatever the reason the whole point was that they came.
Rosella hung from the open gate, rocking it back and forth so that it swung. She leaned backwards, letting her long dark hair fall as she clung tightly with both hands and hummed softly. Humming meant she was happy, so she turned it into words.
"A penny for a spool of thread...a penny for a needle....that's the way the money goes....POP!" She jumped down to the ground. "Goes the weasel."
Dead leaves rustled nearby. Rosella smiled. Someone was coming to play with her. Her eyes began to burn with excitment.
She could see clearly in the darkness. And that made her particuarly happy. Things that moved about in the darkness did not want to be seen, so that made them even more exciting. And they never counted on the fact that someone was watching them, seeing them.
And Rosella didn't want to be seen either, because that spoiled the surprise.
Stepping away from the cemetary gate, she followed the sound, still singing softly.
"All around the cobbler's bench, the monkey chased the weasel....."
There it was. Only a fox. Rosella pouted for a moment, but quickly got over it. A toy was a toy.
"The monkey thought it was all in fun....." Rosella moved closer. The fox saw her, freezing for a moment.
"POP!" Rosella dove for the fox, pinning it to the ground by its tail with one of her feet, "goes the weseal." She grinned, kneeling down to stroke the animal's back.
"All in fun....all in fun....." As her hand passed over the fox's back, the animal began to tremble. Rosella saw the animal's vision. It was being run over by a car, dying in the roadway.
Rosella sat down on the ground, continuing to pet the fox.
"Everytime when I come home, the monkey's on the table.....cracking nuts and eating spice.......POP!" She snapped the animal's neck with one hand.
"Goes the weseal."
Rosella slumped back on the ground, pouting again. She'd broken her toy. Oh well, that was part of the game anyway. And another would come along.
She got up from the ground, picked up the dead fox and walked back to the cemetary. In the very back corner, she dropped the fox to the ground. Rosella grabbed a nearby stick. In the soft dirt in the corner, just inside the V formed by the fences, she sketched a pentagram. Carefully, she laid the fox along the top and got up, wandering back to the gate to wait for another toy.
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Post by Shane Brute on Jul 3, 2008 23:56:15 GMT -4
"That.... was really sick." came a voice from the shadows. Shane was disgusted; what kind of person- no monster would do that to an innocent animal? He took out his shotgun, staying in the shadows. He could sense she wasn't human; and he wasn't scared of her either. Shane was confident in his healing abilities, and also his fighting skills. No demon (except Azazel) brought about fear in Shane Brute, he learned from the very best. Shane had not driven here; his baby (the Convertible) would give too much away.
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Post by Rosella Lestrange on Jul 6, 2008 11:04:31 GMT -4
Rosella's excitment peeked as a voice crept from the shadows. A new friend had come to see her.
"Who's there?" She called, turning on the trembling child voice she was so accustomed to using. "Mommy? Daddy?"
Tears began to run down her cheeks as she pressed herself into a far corner of the cemetary face.
"Who's there? Please don't scare me."
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Post by Shane Brute on Jul 31, 2008 6:07:52 GMT -4
"Don't toy with my head, it's dangerous." Shane's eyes narrowed to slits. He was in no mood to play games tonight; more rather, he was a little reckless at the moment. He didn't care who this girl was; all he knew was that she wasn't what she seemed.
"Quit the childish act, it won't work." Shane's voice was filled with venom and disgust.
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Post by Rosella Lestrange on Jul 31, 2008 10:24:31 GMT -4
Rosella's whimpers turned off as quickly as they had begun. Her head shot up, a look of anger clouding her dark eyes and child's feature. Someone out there didn't want to play her game-and she didn't like that.
"Who's there?" She demanded, getting to her feet. "Someone's out there. You wouldn't be speaking if you didn't want to be found...."
Rosella strolled to a tall grave stone that faced the direction the voice had come from. She rested her chin and arms on top of it, staring into the darkness before her.
"Come out, come out wherever you are." She sang playfully. "Olli, Olli, Oxen free!"
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Post by Trickster on Jul 31, 2008 10:44:27 GMT -4
The Trickster hated being bored it grated on him like nothing else and he had hit a dry spell recently as there hadn’t been anyone worthy of a good old lesson or even a good old game to be played. Boredom usually gave way to disaster especially considering that for all he knew the last lot of hunters he had tried to teach a lesson to were still probably rotting at the bottom of the pit he had sent them into.
There was something about the Winchesters which not everyone knew how to do; they knew how to play the game.
So he had spent his night aimlessly wandering around searching for anything to catch his attention he had a few trips planned out in his head but he would need to scout the area for hunters and general pains in the asses first; it seemed as if everyone now a days was wanting to rid the world of “evil” though they hadn’t really gotten it through their thick heads … he played for his own team.
Usually the best place to find an un-trained hunter was poking about the graveyard at night and since boredom had plagued him for far too long the Trickster decided he could perhaps find some unsuspecting tools to prod at for the evening. But something else caught his eyes and ears for that matter as he appeared in the back of the cemetery with a simple snap of his fingers.
The voice of a child filled the graveyard but he could sense hat she truly was immediately and he neared closer interested at least for the moment on what it was doing. He watched rather amused and slightly disturbed as the young girl murdered the fox this would definitely hold his interest for the evening. Another voice filtered through the sky and he shrunk back slightly to be out of sight.
“Something to sweeten the pot,” he whispered to himself as he immediately picked up that the voice belonged to a hunter.
The demon child was good immediately putting on the water works but the hunter wasn’t buying it and the Trickster couldn’t very well have the hunter ruining the fun for the evening so he improvised a bit changing his clothes with a simple wave if his hand and brushing his hair back he cleared his throat with a mischievous smile as the little girl began to sing once more no doubt taunting the hunter in the darkness.
“And action,” he whispered to himself as he noisily and methodically scrambled out from where he had been keeping himself out of sight.
“There you are!” he exclaimed as soon as the little girl was near enough to hear as well as the hunter who was still keeping himself in the darkness.
“We were worried sick about you! What were you thinking running off like that? Me and your mother were very very worried,” he scolded as he made his way to the child’s side staring down at her with an amused smile.
“Little girls shouldn’t go wandering off in the dark now should they honey? Especially when daddy and mommy are spending time with uncle…Bob’s grave right?”
He had no idea what either of their responses would be but either way he knew it would prove the proper amusement and for the moment save the demon child’s existence. Besides after all what was wrong with a well played game?
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Post by Rosella Lestrange on Jul 31, 2008 14:58:01 GMT -4
Rosella's eyes had been focused intently on the spot in front of her where the voice had come from. She waited, patiently at least for the moment. But nothing came and the voice didn't speak again. She frowned, highly disappointed that her playmate didn't want to reveal himself.
She pouted for a moment, at least until her senses picked up some movement behind her back. Turning around, she stared in amazement for a moment as a man approached her and proceeded to declare himself as her father.
He wasn't human, that was certainly for sure, so it had to be some other form of supernatural being. Rosella wasn't sure exactly what type, but there was one way to find out. Her touch had the power to bring out memories of horror and fear in humans. In another being, it would seek to only identify them.
"Daddy!" She exclaimed, immediately turning on a child's fear at having run around in the dark, only to be scolded by a concerned parent.
"Daddy, there's someone in the woods. I heard him talking and he sounds scary and I think he's going to hurt me Daddy! Daddy, don't let him hurt me!"
She flung her arms around the man's waist, clinging to him as she buried her face into his stomach. A quick white flash went through her brain. A Trickster. That's what he was. This could make her game so much more interesting.
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Post by Trickster on Jul 31, 2008 23:35:56 GMT -4
The Tricksters smile widened as the demon child immediately began to play along he had to hand it to her she didn't miss a beat. He staggered backwards as the girl flung herself at him her small arms wrapping around him as she buried her head in his stomach. He knew what she was and he was rather certain she at least had a vague idea of what he was.
"Now now peanut I'm sure there is nobody out there right...not some creepy...obsessed...self serving...socially challenged...deranged...mad man posing as the poster boy for morality out there...I'm sure it's just your imagination sweety," The Trickster replied with a sly smirk as his eyes flashed towards the darkness of the woods where he knew the hunter was still lurking.
Hunters were an interesting breed; there was a sense of immortality yet doom which surronded them. Every single one of them was destined to die broken and alone yet not a single one of them would admitt it.
It was the hunters turn to show his hand now or not either way there was a game to be played.
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Post by Alexis London on Aug 20, 2008 21:40:28 GMT -4
Alexis liked lurking about in the woods. It struck her as a very supernatural being thing to do. Plus, any humans that one might encounter were not likely to be missed.
She strolled along, disappointed that she hadn't come across one single person that night. Digging her hands into the pockets of her brown leather jacket, Alexis decided it was probably time to give up this hunt and go back to town.
But suddenly, she heard voices-a child's and 2 men's.
"Well what have we here?" She whispered, smiling.
Two demons-no, one demon and a Trickster-were lurking about a cemetary. A human-clearly a human by the smell-was lurking in the other woods. Probably too scared to come out.
"I can play this game." Alexis shrugged. She unfastened her jacket and pulled her long hair over her face before running towards the cemetary.
"Oh Dave! Did you find her?! Oh you did! You did!" She ran towards the other two beings, hoping they'd at least humor her and play along.
"Oh, where did you go, darling?" She yanked the demon girl from the Trickster's arms, clutching the girl to her chest as she met the other's eyes, giving him a knowing stare.
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Post by Shane Brute on Aug 21, 2008 5:25:37 GMT -4
Shane watched the eventuating scene, wondering if the child really wasn't a demon after all. But he knew what he had saw, and he stuck by his eyes. He didn't like the look of this as the kid's supposed father came to pick her up. Great, just what I need... he thought dryly. Shane scowled as he lurked in the shadows, hoping to hell this wasn't a trap. He hated traps, and usually he fell for them. Choosing not to reveal himself just yet, Shane decided to observe the now three closely with narrowed and alert eyes. Cursing silently, he kept a grip on his gun which was loaded with silver bullets. Not much use, but it'd come in handy.
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Post by Rosella Lestrange on Aug 21, 2008 18:50:36 GMT -4
Rosella's eyes widened in amazement as now a woman appeared and proclaimed to be her mother. The woman wasted no time in embracing her-only to quickly have Rosella identified as a vampire.
A vampire, Rosella had never dealt with one of those before. Tonight got more and more interesting.
"There's a man out there!" She turned in the woman's arms and pointed in the direction she'd heard the voice come from. "I know he's out there! Daddy, you should go find him!"
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