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The Monsters under my bed are real (Supernatural RP)

Alright cool :3 I'll put it in right now. Like it can show up on Sam's laptop or something.

The Monsters under my bed are real (Supernatural RP)

Thanks, haha :3

Okay, so do you want maybe Sam and Dean to go knock on their door, and they all have a conversation? Maybe they like warn the girls about the recent murders?.. :o

The Monsters under my bed are real (Supernatural RP)

That could work I guess? Maybe like, Lucille would have talked to Dean again, and when she's in the hotel room, the shifter knocks on the door to talk to her, and she let's him in and we can go from there.

Brb gotta go eat.

Tons of 1x1s! :3 ^_~

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The Monsters under my bed are real (Supernatural RP)

YES. XD What's the plan for the shifters? Maybe when Karen is attempting to distract, Lucille should be coming in but she doesn't because of the other shifter?

So when Karen leaves to try and see what happened with Lucille, the Sam shifter could be like, nope. XD

The Monsters under my bed are real (Supernatural RP)

Sam listened and slowly nodded, frowning. "I guess nobody saw who exactly she was with..." He muttered. There was no body, so either she was actually eaten completely, or she was alive and maybe hidden somewhere. There was no way that she would be dead if she wasn't eaten. "What do you think it is?.." He asked, his chocolate eyes moving to Dean. Of course he was reading through the damn journal again. "Dean, I don't think anything useful is gonna be in there." He said, watching his brother, a small frown marrying his face. They had to focus right now, not reminisce in the past.

Lucille chuckled, grinning and shaking her head. She glanced at her friend and gave a nod. "Maybe we can call in for someone to fix the sink, it'll probably be her husband. As for the woman, you better get your acting skills on, stub your toe or something, make a scene. You know..." The girl trailed off, shrugging and sitting on the other bed. "How dirty do you think these sheets are?.." She asked, making a face. Maybe she was a bit of a germaphobe.

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The man behind the counter cleared his throat, glancing at the woman who helped him run thr place. Well, thr monster that did. "Think they're hunters?.." He said, the boys looking a little familiar. Their car most of all. As for the girls, they seemed like good prey, but something was strange about them as well.

The Monsters under my bed are real (Supernatural RP)

Ah okay. :3 maybe that's where the shifters keep people etc.

The Monsters under my bed are real (Supernatural RP)

Sam sighed running a hand through his hair. "Or maybe the monster is just good at hiding them." He retorted, a little annoyed with his brother right now. It was funny how he was younger but more mature, and sometimes less irritable. "How long ago was the most recent victim?" He asked, focusing on the door and sliding the card into the slot before pulling it out. He opened the door, holding it for his brother and rolling his eyes, before moving inside and starting to unpack, being the more neat one of the two, or course. "We should probably check to see if the victims actually checked out, or if they just kinda..disappeared.." Sam explained, shrugging and starting to put some clothes away in the drawers.

The blonde just watched the two, forcing a smile back, and as soon as the two brothers had left, her hand went to her warm forehead. She hated dealing with people, they were so judgmental, and a lot of them were assholes. Her green eyes glanced at the car as Karen asked about the car. "A 1967 Chevrolet Impala." Lucille retorted, sighing and gripping the bag a bit tighter, listening to what Karen had to say. "Sounds like a plan." She said, grinning and looking at Karen. "You gonna use your tits or your wit." She joked, nudging her friend.

The Monsters under my bed are real (Supernatural RP)

The blonde girl sat stiffly in the driver's seat of the car, noting the two men that had been in the parking lot as well. A friend of theirs had gone missing, and thought Lucille wasn't exactly close to them, the fact that other people had gone missing at the same place made her even more interested in figuring out what the hell was going on. So here they were, her friend Karen, and the blonde herself, checking into the hotel. Lucille had chosen to stay in the car, because she pretty much was shy about interacting with people, so it was best for her. But when she noticed the two guys, she cleared her throat to herself, her eyes lingering on the car. It was the only type of car she ever had eyes for. Maybe she could play it cool, nonchalant, just to make sure what car it was. So she opened the window, leaning on it and smirking, yet still feeling uneasy. "Hey! Is that a Chevy Impala?!" The girl called, staring at the guy who remained in the car. "It's a 1967, right?" The blonde continued, shifting a bit. What if people didn't like conversation?

Meanwhile, the other man went inside, shifting from foot to foot as he waited to get the keycard. He just gave a curt nod to the man at the desk, and he couldn't help but send a glance at Karen, before walking out and heading to the car. "Got it!" The younger man called, flashing the keycard, and then grabbing a duffel bag out of one of the seats. There had been a lot of deaths going on around here, and they were of course obligated to figure out what was going on, and get rid of the monster.

At the desk, the wife just smirked a little to herself as the dark-haired girl left. Her eyes moved to the side, glancing at her husband, as if speaking telepathically. Yet nothing was said, but everything was understood.

Lucille's green eyes moved to Karen as she came back, and she took the keycard, a bit flustered. The girl got out of the car and grabbed her bag, forcing a small smile at the two men.

The Monsters under my bed are real (Supernatural RP)

OH. Yeah. Sorry, I was like half asleep xD Sorry. KAREN BE SASSIN.

And Im gonna get a reply up, sorry im taking so long.