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Post by Jorn Kopaka on Aug 19, 2010 22:30:47 GMT -4
Jorn had been on edge ever since signs of the demon he fought in colorado had been poping up every where. The demon he fought had aperantly been causing trouble for some hunters in Los Angeles and he had been atracting attention here in Texas aswell. Jake was tired, he had driven all through the night to make sure he would be here before that demon killed again. When he defeated the demon in Colorado Jorn expected him to be gone for a while, but he had been screaming for attention ever since he was back. Killing people in the most obvious ways which attracts hunters like bugs on a light bulb. Jorn was holding his shotgun with custom made bullets. They were filled with salt and they would spring open on impact. Jorn had also been working on holy water grenades but they hadn't been perfected just yet. Jake had been trained as a hunter ever since he was born, this demon didn't stand a chance.
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Post by Kelly Ryan on Aug 20, 2010 2:06:43 GMT -4
Kelly had his rifle on his back. It was texas, no one gave a damn if you had a gun with you. It wasn't loaded, he just felt like it was nice to have something with him from his old life. Kelly was amazing with a rifle, he had been able to his traget one thousand yards away. There were thre clips on his belt, hidden under his shirt. The jacket of the bullets had been mixed with holywater. So upon hitting most anything, it seemed to burn them alive. Well anything he met in his line of work. His rile wa slung over his shoulder, held by a leather strap. He did his best to act like the mindless people he saw evreyday, though hidden by his sun glasses his eyes were bouncing evreywhere. He knew something was afoot here. He had read in his mothers book, he knew something to do with deamons was going on.
He went into a Coffee shop, which seemes partly run down. Several smells hit him all at once, and Kelly greatfully took them all in. He soon walked out with a black coffee, no sugar no cream nothing. It was the best thing to wake him up, when he was like this. There weren't many people here, which just let his mind wander which was never good. He bit down on the doughnut he had ordered, savoiring the mixture of the two amazing tastes together. He looked down to his cloths, noticing disstasefully that he had been wearing the same thing for quite sometime. He had jeans, that were rippsed and torn at the knee. Not to mention cuts all over it. Than his shirt was... or used to be a shirt than said 'My way or the highway' but no read 'My w way' because of a cut running down the middle of the shirt. He sighed, knowing he would have to get something new to wear later on.
He had noticed it, the owmens on the new channel and had spent the last seven hours drving from Kansas. There had been rumors of a hive of Vampires. Kelly was hoping to confirm these and pass the new to others. But there was nothing, he could find. Not even a trace. So he had come to Texsas. Hoping to find some clue as to what had infact happened to him. A deamon had done something to him. Kelly looked down to his hands, as he raised them up alittle and clenched them. He felt himself grow slowly weaker, while his mind's keen eye started to fade. He knew it wouldn't happen anytime soon. But over the corse of weeks or months he would he nothing more than an empty shell.
Kelly sighed, looking up he saw the storm upon the horrizon enclosing fast. He sighed, and walked back to where he parked his car. A red mustang sat there, it wasn't truly his. But after a few wires were crossed, the car was under his controll. His threw his empty sniper though the open door. It flew in and gently fell to the back seat. He slid across the hood, when his feet his the pavement he looked and saw a man standing across the way. He looked at the shot gun, and with a confused expression walked up to the man. "Hello there?" The shot gun was the normal weapon for a hunter, he himself had the same gun. Though he wasn't going to scream out was the other guy a hunter.
Kelly quickly though of what to do. He held his hand out to shake, "names Kelly Ryan." He knew his parents had neem hunters, hopfully the other would have known them. "I must say, nice gun. It seems to be ready to gun down, anything." He smiled, making light talk. "You know? For some odd reason, I always put salt into my shot gun rounds. What about you?" He had droped quite a few hints to the other. The whole salt conversation was to tell the guy that he was a hunter aswell. "I must say, there is something I need help in? Would you be willing to help?" He nodded to his car, and walked over. He sat in the drivers seat. Looking though his sun glasses he said, "now that where alittle more sacluded. My friend, I take it your here for the same reason as I?"
His joking tone he had used at first was gone. Now tht he could speak freely, his tone was strict and professoianl. "We know something is a foot. Though i'm sure you would be able to shead some light on it. May I help with you plan or action?" Even though Kelly was only twentytwo, he was very mature. He had to be. He sighed, waiting for what the other would say. "Look before you say anything, I would be able to help. I know I am young, but I'm a really good short with my rifle, on bad days 900 meters. A good say, 1200. I want to help. So please let me."
((Sorry Jake, my muse is explosive right now. Thanks for starting dude!))
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Post by Jeff Jefferson on Aug 21, 2010 21:14:25 GMT -4
Jeff's plan had worked, the only hunter that had ever succeeded in beating him was here. Jeff had been killing random pedestrians for days and now it had attracted him. The only bad side was that he wasn't alone. Like always these damn hunters had to work in groups or they would run home to their mommy's. Jeff had a plan though, he knew that his rival wouldn't try anything if he had a hold of the other guy. So Jeff just had to get the younger hunter and then it would work out just fine. He took out his favorite machette and charged. He grabbed the hunter by the troat and held the blade next to it. "Hello again." He said to the hunter.
((Sorry mate, I left my muse in Belgium XD))
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Post by Kelly Ryan on Aug 21, 2010 21:36:29 GMT -4
Kelly saw the demon appear, with a weapon no less. It was quite odd they had supernatural powers, why use a over sized knife. He knew there was no way to kill Demons, but you could hurt them by touching them with holly water. Kelly ripped out a Beretta with in seconds, he pointed it at the side of the demon. He pulled the trigger twelve times until the bullets were all gone. The bullets jacket was made with a mixture of holly water, so while the bullet is in the boy, or demon it would be burning him as well. He did this in seconds, he was sad about the kid he had just killed. As long as the demon retreated now the kid may have had a chance to live when Kelly exercised him. He made that a goal to send this demon to hell. He reloaded his clip and ripped open the car door hitting the demon. "Don't move." The holly water would be hurting the demon allot. He looked to the other hunter, "I'm guessing you don't know a exsersizim off the top of you head right?"
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