~Supernatural : Dark Rising~ {IC}

[MissKatieKillU]

~Supernatural: Dark Rising~ {OOC}



There are evils in this world that only few know about. They sit in the shadows. Hide in the dark. Prey on the weary. These creatures are dangerous, to me, to you, to everyone. Ghosts. Vampires. Spirits. Werewolves. Demons. Things you could never imagine. Luckily, there are people in the world who know of these creatures. They make it their job to hunt them down and kill them. Many lives are saved thanks to these hunters, but unfortunately for a few, help came too late... Whether born into the life or dragged into it by some even, the hunters are experts in the world of the paranormal, the Supernatural. They fight in the shadows, saving lives and taking revenge. They didn't choose the life, the life chose them. The Dark is Rising, as it always has. Hunters must fight to maintain the balance of good and evil in this world.

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Kennedy pulled the red and black Camaro into the parking spot outside of the motel room she had just rented for a few nights. She grabbed her bag out of the back seat, and looked to her companion who was sitting in the passenger seat. Kenny gave the big dog a pat on the head and then she opened the car door, waiting for her canine to follow her. "Good boy, Kahne. C'mon." She closed the car door, locking it. Kennedy walked up and unlocked the door to her motel room, letting Kahne inside before she followed.

Kenny set her bag on the bed and got her laptop out, setting it on the coffee table along with her journal from her grandfather and her folder with the information on the case she was working. She then took her shoes off and threw herself onto the bed. Her German Shepherd climbed onto the queen sized bed and layed down beside her with a huff. Kennedy was exhausted from driving all night to make her way to Savannah, Georgia. She soon fell into a deep sleep.

Kennedy awoke several hours later, around 7 PM. "Oh man..." She grabbed herself a change of clothes and went to take a shower. When she came out, she was wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a black tank top. Kenny sat down at the table and began looking over her info on the recent murders in the town. Three people had died in the last two weeks, and she was sure it was a case that the cops weren't going to solve. Kenny started researching, trying to find connections between the victims.

[Question]

It was ironic. Chamus appreciated irony. That was why, in his movements across the world, he had momentarily settled down within the Bible Belt. Georgia, specifically. Hopefully he would be able to lay low in Georgia for a few years before moving on. The on-the-road life had been hard at first but now he appreciated it. He felt free, unchained. There weren't any labels stuck on him and he didn't have to follow orders. Hell, he didn't even pay taxes. Previously, he had been kept down in a figurative cage. Now the tiger was unchained and ready to run free and stretch its legs. In fact, exile could be good for him. He never looked at it that way but it did give him time to be his own vengeful spirit cloud-thing. Demon was such a prejudice term so he was trying not to use it to describe himself anymore. He still had demonic pride but he didn't want to be chained down by labels that would make others biased against him.

Leaning against the side of his Jaguar, he lifted up a black mug to his lips. The mug was decorated, brazenly declaring it's message to the world:
"Sorry, I'm Allergic to Bullshit."
What could he say? It suited him and he had to buy it in the store. As for its contents, well the mug was filled with a strange dark liquid topped off with white cream. Bobbing around inside like passengers abandoning the Titanic to jump into the sea were marsh mellows. The mini kind, naturally. Yes, the great demon from Hell was drinking hot chocolate from a mug in the middle of Georgia while leaning against a 1961 Jaguar Type-E. And, despite the small smile on his face as he took a sip from the mug, he was obviously worried. His shoulders were sagged downwards, there were bags under his eyes and his complexion was a bit on the pale side. The biggest out of all the signs was the fact his hands were violently shaking, barely able to hold the mug in place without sloshing the liquids within all over his outfit. Being a demon he didn't sleep much but the bags were not from lack of sleep. They were from stress, just like everything else. No matter how much he told himself exile was good for him and things were getting better, every day made his vessel's hair grow greyer. He became paranoid, distracted, unstable. Any moment could be his last.

Raising the drink again, he took a long, deliberate sip from it then exhaled loudly. This was bad. When he got worried, he got clumsy. When he got clumsy, he made mistakes. If he made even one mistake, it would mean his head. Figuratively and literally. The Devil would probably mount his head over a fireplace with some sarcastic plaque underneath. There would probably be bits of blood the Devil kept on the head to make it look more realistic. And his face would be frozen in place so the Devil could always cherish the last look on his face before he was destroyed completely.

"Snap out of it," Chamus scolded himself, hitting the palm of his hand against his forehead slightly. What sort of creature thought up their own death in such detail? All this running was getting to his head. He needed a good place to try and relax, even if such a thing was impossible for him. He needed something to distract him from what was happening at the moment. He needed to get his mind off of being exiled and put it somewhere else for a bit to get rid of ome of his stress.

[Regomania]

Charlie Macdonald finished her long bike ride from her house from downtown Chicago to Richard Roman Enterprises. She parked her bike at the near by Bike rack and took off her Helmet. Her shoulder length red hair touched her shoulders gently As she picked up her bag from the Bike basket, and swung it around her shoulder, the end of it smacking her back with small force. Charlie pushed a piece of her hair back, and continued walking towards her building. Charlie pulled out her phone and Batman headphones, and played a song. It played in her ears, and Charlie swiped her card into the ID register. Soon, Charlie walked into the Elevator, and swiped her card again. She pressed the top level, and the elevator slowly and smoothly lifted up. The elevator only stopped once, to drop off the 4 other people in the elevator. Charlie was left alone, and smiled. Charlie began dancing. After a while, the elevator stopped, and Charlie walked out of it. She brushed a piece of hair from her mouth. And walked over to her desk, sitting down in the swivel chair.

Charlie noticed that her co workers were singing happy birthday to some girl who turned 20. They handed out cupcakes to those on the top floor. Charlie was given one. She smiled, and said a polite "Thank you!" And looked at the cupcake.

[JiggleYourPuffs]

Belle slid onto the bar stool with a sigh, allowing her shoulders to relax. It had been a long drive from New Orleans to Richmond Hill, Georgia almost nine hours in fact. Belle loved the exhilaration of driving, but her muscles would get cramped after being in the same posture for too long. Unfortunately she had not quite arrived to her final destination of Savannah, Georgia, but her style was to camp out of the town she had found an interesting series of events that may be a case. Richmond Hill was roughly half an hour outside of Savannah so she stopped here to spend the night and do her research.

And so after checking into her motel she immediately made her way to a bar, in desperate need of a drink. It wasn’t too crowded, but when he stepped through the door she caught a couple gazes from some of the male patrons, which she was not surprised. Belle was vain for a hunter. She had decided to let her bleach blonde hair fall down, about to her shoulders, framing her face. She wore a thin white tank top, revealing some cleavage and a black bra through the thin material. Overtop that she wore a black leather jacket with a pair of dark aviator sunglasses tucked into one of the breast pockets. Skin tight white jeans tucked into black boots covered her legs. On closer inspection one would see the small black nose piercing she wore.

Belle decided to remove her jacket as the temp in the room was fairly warm, folded it up and placed it on the bar. As she did so, the bartender, a big man, fairly tan and dark hair made his way to her. His eyes flicked down, obviously looking her over.

“What will you be havin’ miss?” He had a southern accent that made Belle think of Taylor Kitsch, though the bartender was not nearly as good looking as the actor.

“Whiskey.” She said, locking eyes with the man. He smiled and went to fetch her drink. As he did so, Belle began muttering under her breathe a Latin exorcism. Her eyes looked in the mirror in front of her, checking for any reaction among the patrons upon which she saw none. Satisfied she pulled out the smart phone from her pocket and began pulling up the news. By then the bartender had set her glass down, for which she thanked him. He took one more look at her before going back to his duties.

Belle moved her finger along the screen, trying to fit the three deaths together. She knew there was something there, something the police wouldn’t be able to piece together. So far she had nothing, but her mind was made up on it being supernatural. Belle licked her licks out of habit; its what she did when she was stuck. She was so in to her thoughts that she didn’t notice the man who leaned against the bar, trying to talk to her.

“Hey there.” He said, his crooked smile obviously not interested in talking, only what would happen after.

Belle sighed, she wasn’t in the mood. “Hey.” Her voice was curt.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Idiot. “I already have one, so you should probably head off.” And with that she turned back to her phone and renewed her search for any correlation between the murders.

[Regomania]

As All of Charlie's friends walked off, Charlie unwrapped the cupcake from the cake cover. It was red velvet, with a cream cheese filling and chocolate icing. Those were 2 of Charlie's favorite things... Well 3 if you include red velvet. Charlie took a bite into the cupcake, as the pastry and filling broke off form the sweet. Charlie decided that some coffee would go well with this. Charlie grabbed her mug, and walked off to the coffee room.

After a while, Charlie walked out. Her coffee cup filled with the sweet, yet strong smell of a coffee with 3 sugars in it. Charlie sat back down, and took a sip of the coffee. Charlie was given the news by her neighbor. "You gonna check that out?" He asked. "I would be willing for a car trip to Savannah Georgia. If you come with me..." Charlie replied, handing the newspaper back. Charlie took another bite of cupcake, as she began typing away at her Computer. "All these murders have some sort of connection with each other. But I can't quite put my finger on it, Harry..." Charlie told Harry. He nodded. "Well, what ever it is, we should check it out." He replied. "I'm willing to go today. We'll meet at the entrance to the building."

[Castiel]

Stirring after a much needed snooze, Beau Foxworthy pulled himself upright into a seated position, arms raised skyward in a nice long stretch that relaxed his aching body. After a night of being knocked around and interrogated by vampires, it's no small wonder that the man was feeling a little sore. Bellowing a powerful yawn, the hunter trained in on the radio that woke him to find that multiple murders of an unknown nature had occurred in Savannah, Georgia. The police still had yet to find the root of the killings.

Heaving a sigh of annoyance, Beau downed a glass of whiskey in a single swig and immediately pulled up the article on his laptop. It appeared that all three killings happened in a span of only three weeks. After cracking open a cold beer, he continued researching the murders until he came to the conclusion that whatever was offing these people happened to stumble right down his alley. A lopsided grin played on his lips as he packed up what little belongings he had and fired up his truck. It was hunting time. Whatever was out there, he was going to find it.

The drive passed by in no time at all as the man parked his truck in the parking lot of a local bar to do a little digging. Upon entering, Beau didn't notice anything out of the ordinary that would trigger an alarm. After a casual inspection of the populous building, chocolate brown eyes rested on an empty black stool that beckoned for a drink and a nice chat with the civilians of the freak town of Savannah, Georgia. It's always surprising what falls out of a drunk person's mouth after a couple tall ones. Sauntering on over to his target space of investigation, he called out to the bartender and asked for a top shelf whiskey on the rocks.

[Regomania]

Charlie and Harry made it back to Richman Roman Enterprises. Charlie looked around, and saw Harry in his car. A small toyota. "Not the biggest car, but it looks like it has enough room." Harry said. "You got your stuff?" He asked. Charlie nodded, and opened the door to the passenger seat. Charlie nodded at Harry, and the car drove off. Charlie looked at the map. "it's gonna take us ages to get there!" She said "it's better than taking an expensive plane trip." Harry replied. "Better safe and spendy." Harry chuckled. Charlie looked at him and Smirked. She remembered the first day she met Harry at Richman. Charlie picked up her bag, and pulled out a little old 'Gameboy Colour' from the front pocket. She had that thing ever since she got it at 9. "I remember dad giving me this for christmas. Too bad he wasn't there for it..." Charlie said. "How is your dad?" Harry asked. Charlie sighed. "Still missing." She said rather quietly. "Maybe the strange murders in Georgia are connected with your father." Harry said "He IS a forensic scientist, remember?" Charlie nodded. "If we find him there, I want to give a piece of my mind." She said.

[Question]

He needed to relax. It was getting dark out and the streets were darkening rapidly. When the humans went indoors to sleep, he became more vulnerable. He had to go to a place where a lot of humans were so demons wouldn't be able to get the jump on him as easily. But where did you go when you needed to relax and it was getting dark? A bar, of course. Some alcohol would probably do him some good. It would calm his nerves about the whole exile thing. Downing the rest of his hot chocolate, he locked his car then stepped away from it. Moving down the street with his head down and his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat, he walked to the closest bar and moved inside.

The smell of intoxicated people and alcohol instantly filled his nostrils. Drunk humans were so easy to tempt. Just hold a beer in front of them, whisper in their ear and soon you would be sealing the deal for them giving up their soul in exchange for a lifetime supply of nachos. Or something else completely ridiculous like that. Even in his exile, Chamus still preformed deals. He used the souls he gained for power, allowing him to dispose of the creatures sent after him. How long had it been now? He couldn't remember. But the Devil was still angry with him so it would take a bit of time for him to go back to Hell. Maybe if someone else killed the Devil he could get back in. And then, his plan would start all over again. There was a special place in Hell for him and it was called the throne.
Moving deeper into the bar, he glanced around then slid into an open stool at the counter. Even in America, he was still English at heart. So he ordered a warm beer and accepted it from the bartender, ignoring the strange looks. Apparently, Americans did not appreciate warm beer. Lifting the beer up, he took a sip from it and stared at his hand, contemplating himself and all he had done. Hopefully he would get drunk soon and lighten up a bit.

[Regomania]

Charlie noticed that it was getting dark out. "Maybe we should stop at a motel." She suggested. "We'll be fine, I'm never found of sleeping." Harry said, looking at Charlie. She was poundering about a memory from way back.

"Charlie.... Chika! Wake up!"

Charlie soon jolted up from her flashback, and looked at Harry. "I'm getting some food, want anything?" He asked. "Just a cola and some Cheetos would be fine." Charlie said, resting her head on the window. Harry walked off, and soon after, came back with a bag of food. He gave it to Charlie, and started the car again. The car drove off from the petrol station, and down the highway. Soon, the left Chicago.

[ActRaiser]

Noticing Beau, Jake decided he would try to talk with Chamus and Beau, he noticed they were both in the bar room, and he could have used a drink himself. This time he used a taxi to make it here. The limousine was a far cry from being risked a parking at a bar. Yet he wanted to see what it was like to go to a bar. He was barely the drinking age, in fact he had just turned 21 a few days ago, yet he had decided it was a good idea to try alcohol out to see what it was like. "I'll order a nice, tall beer." Jake said to the bartender. Then he turned around to Chamus. "Oh hi." It was then he felt something strange about Chamus. . . did he know him from somewhere before? "Uh, do I know you from somewhere?" Jake asked.