MysteriousPanzer

Living Life as a Supernatural OOC

Zach stumbled into a nearby alley. He still hadn't fully recovered from his gunshot wounds, and even though he was a vampire, he felt pain surge throughout his body. "Ah, damn..." He pulled a bullet out of his arm, and got up to find a clothes store to get a not-so-destroyed shirt.

Living Life as a Supernatural OOC

Zach reemerged from whatever shadowy plane he was just in. Unfortunately, he didn't reemerge in front of the bar as planned. "Aw... S-" He was in the wrong side of the neighborhood, and the residents weren't happy about his arrival. "You one dem' pale dealers? Tryna encroach on our turf?" Zach got into a defensive stance, and said, "I don't mean any harm, I'm going to leave if you let me..." His 'captors' were not impressed, and they pulled out pistols and opened fire on him. He dropped to the ground, with enough lead in him to make a regular human look like swiss cheese, but they kept shooting, and shooting. It was a neverending barrage. He got up, healed and looked down on what was his now bare chest. "You shouldn't... Have done that!" He lunged and killed one, and the others fled. "My favorite hoodie..." He sighed and wandered around; the bar he enjoyed going to wouldn't let anyone in that wasn't wearing a shirt. "What to do... What to do."

Supernatural High School

"Well, I don't know what any of the clubs are," He responded sheepishly. "But I'll come. Maybe they'll have a dark magic, or a track team or something. Where do we go to sign up?"

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

Rick carefully approached the truck, unaware of what was happening inside. As he approached it, however, something slammed out the window on the front door. Rick almost fired his weapon, but decided that it was not a threat. "Curious.... What liquid is this?" He managed as he approached the back of the truck. He grabbed the handle and lifted the door when...

Supernatural High School

"Uh... Yeah. I mean, I drank quite a bit and... You're my friend Flint, and even though you can heal..." He swallowed hard. "I just had some rough experiences in the past, so I don't like drinking in excess." By the tone of voice he used, he hoped Flint would understand he didn't want to talk about it.

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

Rick knocked down the door to the hall with the butt of his gun. It wasn't hard; the place was in shambles. He spotted some frightened people, none of which had a gun. "Don't move! I'll shoot ya!" Rick did his best to sound intimidating as he searched the makeshift satchel he found nearby. All he could scavenge was a small bottle of painkillers and a fresh apple. He started out of the town hall, gun still pointed at its residents. He shouted, "Stay back!" as he left, and started his ascent out of the crater. When he got out, he saw a truck, tilted sideways with an unknown substance dripping out of it.

Supernatural High School

"Don't worry, this won't hurt... Probably." He lunged forward and sunk his teeth into Flint's flesh. The warmth of blood soothed his nerves. He was done in mere seconds, but had made a mess regardless. "Well... I kind of made a mess..." He admitted while cringing at how bad he had beat up Flint's neck and face. He knew it would heal, but what he had caused was... excessively gory.

Its Been 6 Months Since The World Died. ( A Post Apocalypse RP)

Rick stood in a crater the size of a town. In what used to be a town. It was huge. "I am in the middle of where one of the bombs dropped..." He muttered to himself. Behind him, the mangled remains of a radio tower creaked and started to fall. It dropped onto dead telephone lines, crashed through them, and landed on an old school. Rick had learned to expect this, being in this sorry wasteland for... Damn. He forgot how long it had been. He heard suppressed voices coming from the old town hall, no telling what was there. He raised his gun and slowly started his advance. He hated having to rob other people, but he had only one weeks rations left. If there were supplies in the town hall? Well, they wouldn't be there for much longer.

Supernatural High School

"Well, yeah. Somewhat like a viral infection. I suppose you can handle it. So..." Excitement flashed briefly through Zach's eyes. "When do we start?" He asked mischievously.

Supernatural High School

Zach was surprised. "I was only kidding. Look, Flint. You may be no ordinary human, but something like that is beyond dangerous. You could be turned into a vampire, which is agonizing. And pretty dull. In fact, I gave up on drinking blood because I watched what my victims went through." Flint looked determined, though. "If you want, we can try, though."