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Post by Pat Owen on Apr 30, 2008 16:30:35 GMT -4
Pat was happy to be far from New York as he pulled his motorcycle up to a street curb and got off. Greg had told him of a psychic who was interested in the Winchesters. He'd start there. Pat stopped as he heard a noise.
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Post by Tara Woods on Apr 30, 2008 16:38:15 GMT -4
Tara was just walking along the side walk tapping her fingers on her leg she was always alert but tonight seemed quiet to quiet. Tara grabbed her gun out of its holster "ok talk already cuz i will hurt you" she said into the dark and got no answer "perhaps im just para noid" she said out loud she was never a quiet person and normaly spoke everything even thing one outa keep to ones self "hello" she called agein
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Post by Pat Owen on Apr 30, 2008 16:42:22 GMT -4
"Hello." Pat came out of the shadows, smiling at the girl.
Pat had his hand on his Kris dagger and grinned at the young lady.
"Why aren't you a pretty face. It'd be a real shame to have to shred it apart. Now drop the gun." Pat's eyes flashed black.
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Post by Tara Woods on Apr 30, 2008 16:54:12 GMT -4
"fine i have other things in store" she smirked "los dominum requiem exedois" she beagan to chant but fudged the words "crap" she said shyly and backed up she put her fists up but that wouldent help her any
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Post by Pat Owen on Apr 30, 2008 16:59:06 GMT -4
Pat flipped his blade around, joyfully as he licked his lips.
"Witches...can't stand them. Such a pain. Can't wait to watch the life leave you."
Pat lunged at her with the blade.
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Post by Tara Woods on Apr 30, 2008 17:08:28 GMT -4
"rape" she screemed and ran like hell dodgeing the knife but she stopped herself "wait what do you want with me"she asked him
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Post by Pat Owen on Apr 30, 2008 17:32:55 GMT -4
Pat jumped backwards and smiled at her.
"I'm searching for a psychic that knows of two brothers."
Pat raised the blade.
"Ever heard of anyone like that?"
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Post by Tara Woods on Apr 30, 2008 17:36:04 GMT -4
"crap look i dont know alot ive never even realy met them" she said to him and backed up "and how the hell do you know bout me?" she asked
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Post by Pat Owen on Apr 30, 2008 17:46:26 GMT -4
"Just answer the question."
Pat tightened his grip on the Kris.
"Now."
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Post by Tara Woods on Apr 30, 2008 18:34:21 GMT -4
"so im physic big woop de do i stiil dont know were the winchesters are" she said as a vision started her eyes teares up she fell to her knees "no i said leave Dean alone" she yelled in her vision as she saw someone ready to kill the guy haunting her visions
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Post by Pat Owen on Apr 30, 2008 20:13:19 GMT -4
Pat looked at the broken down girl and smiled, venomously. He sheathed his blade and took a step closer.
"What the hell was that?"
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Post by Tara Woods on Apr 30, 2008 20:48:35 GMT -4
"no dont got dam i dont have family take me" she yelled in pain not hearing pat at all
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Post by Pat Owen on May 1, 2008 14:32:18 GMT -4
"Hey!"
Pat raised his blade.
"Well miss fortune cookie, where are the damn Winchesters?"
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Post by Tara Woods on May 1, 2008 16:03:21 GMT -4
"Dean ou dont need to go please dont Sam needs you she cryed" it ended she lay on the ground crying and swaeting
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Post by Pat Owen on May 1, 2008 16:40:33 GMT -4
Pat stood over her flipping his knife around.
"Well girl, that was entertaining but I guess the show's over..."
Pat raised the blade above his head and smiled, wickedly at the thought of her blood.
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