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Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Anthony continued down the stream, staying silent now. All he could hear was the water rushing next to him and the light wind sifting through the leaves. Nothing around him stirred, but he stayed vigilant. As he continued down for a little bit longer he could hearing some running in the distance. Drawing his rifle he looked towards the sound, but couldn't see anything through the dense forest. Should he call out? The hunter wasn't sure. Anthony's hand went to his pocket where his ammo was, but decided to refrain from using it until he knew that he was dealing with a threat. Anthony held still, keeping his breaths short. Finally, after a moment he grabbed a rock with his right hand and threw it far away from him down the stream. If whatever made that noise was hunting for something, it should go after the noise, and the hunter would be ready. Anthony saw something emerge from the bushes. He narrowed his eyes and grabbed for his ammo.

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Rand stared up at Mike, confused. "Are you trying to destroy yourself? That kind of silver will kill you or by the least cripple you where you're walking like an old man. Besides, I can't even get up from this or I'll get shocked immediately like I just found out," Rand explained, then intentionally dropped the syringe on the ground. A year here had been too long. He needed to figure out how to get out.

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Anthony stopped his whistling as he heard something nearby. He looked around, wondering what it was. Moron, making noise in this place, he thought. Anthony got down on the ground, pulling out his dagger. After several minutes of nothing, the hunter slightly relaxed. Was heading back to the town more ideal now? He seemed to be just getting lost from following this stream. His head was cleared now, or at least he assumed it was. He wasn't helping anyone hear and only endangering himself now. Anthony breathed, it was time to go back.

Filthy or Golden?

Father:

Name: Crowley Adams
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Class: Golden
Description: Crowley is of slightly below average height at 5'6" and has a weight of 160 pounds. His skin is pale and the surface is only slightly harder than normal, making only his pure green eyes marking him slightly inhuman. Whenever Crowley shows visible anger, his irises will turn into slits.
Splice: Eastern Diamondback Rattlesnake

Abilities: While Crowley hardly looks able, he has almost instantaneous reactions. His spit-if consumed-is a quick acting venom that can kill a normal human in under an hour from just a small sample of it. The venom is uncurable unless the same kind of venom is mixed with Crowley's blood is consumed by the victim. Crowley's sight is amplified and he can see much better in the dark, but not perfectly.
Personality: Several people have compared Crowley to a snake, saying that he's the perfect fit for the things. Crowley seems like a good jolly man who'll treat everyone like his friend and help him out, but then he strikes right when they get too close. The little emotion he shows is usually a smile and is usually false.
History: Crowley holds a high position of power among the Goldens, gaining more through his twisted deals that favor him. He's left countless enemies six feet underneath, including his wife. He treats life like a game and like he's close to winning. The only stakes now are his two sons, whom he respects greatly for their triumphs.

Son:

Name: Nicolas Adams
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Class: Golden
Description: Nicholas stands at 6'4" and has a very lean body. He is not really muscular but he isn't obese either. He has deep green eyes and tan skin. Nick unintentionally cocks his head sometimes just out of habit when he gets aggressive.
Splice: Eastern Diamondback Rattlesnake

Abilities: Nicolas has the same abilities as his dad, except he hasn't developed his as well as Crowley, but is on his way.
Personality: From a lot of influences with his dad Nick learned how to take advantage of most conversations and profit from each. While he knows this ability, he tries his best not to exercise it but sometimes he finds himself thinking the world as a game he needs to win. When he's not Nick tries his best to stay kind.
History: Nicolas was born at a confusing time when his parents still loved each other. They were in a wonderful relationship until his fifth birthday, and ever since...well...it was Michael and his dad. Only years later did Nick figure what what happened, and he still doesn't have the heart to tell Michael.

W.I.P!
Second Son:
Name: Michael Adams
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Class: Golden
Description:
Splice: Crocodile

Abilities:
Personality:
History: Michael knows little about the dilemma that happened early in his life other than his mom passed away. Nicolas got weird about it later but Michael's pestering never worked. He's been ahead in his studies by an entire year and has been given several awards for several academic competitions he's been in. Michael works hard on his assignments and hasn't really shown any creative side to himself.

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Perrin looked at his hand which the spike impacted. He closed his eyes and braced the pain. Perrin had experienced worse from this place, but he still wasn't used to it. Perrin grabbed his pad again but had to write with his left hand now that his right was damaged. Perrin held it up for the man to see. I'm a prisoner like you OK? I have to do this or they'll torture us both double what I'm doing. Perrin sagged his shoulders, hoping the man would understand. The hunter looked at two devices and grabbed them both. One was a large water dropper, the other a bone saw. Perrin held them both up for the man to choose one.

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Rand gave a questionable look at Mike when he cut the bonds. First off, how'd the guy know his name? Well, Rand's mind was never all there in the hotel especially when Sashia held it so he supposed he had met Mike at some time during that. And inject the guy with silver? What was the guy planning? If he was a lycanthrope it wouldn't kill him but drive him to the point of being permanently crippled. "Alright, so just-" Rand yelled in pain as he tried to sit up and remove his hands. An large electric shock had surged through his entire body. "I can't get up, guess prisoners trying to break each other out is too...easy." Rand cringed, staying down.

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Mike the Bloodwolf said
I did see Gonzo post but nothing for rand

His OOC post assigned torture companions. I posted with Rand in the middle of page 10.

And Kang are you really leaving?

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Perrin stared at the other man that was strapped down for a while, slightly confused. Young age? With that tone it sounded like the guy was older than Perrin, but he looked the same age as him. He supposed the man was supernatural which made him slightly have less regret for what he was being forced to do now. Perrin looked down at his pad and wrote two words down. He revealed the pad to the man, showing the words; "I'm sorry". Perrin grabbed the scalpel and began his work by stabbing the center of the man's right hand.

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Anthony continued down the stream, whistling a slow, quiet song and continuing to skip pebbles. He had been gone now for quite some time, but felt like he should stay here while he still could. Anthony picked up another pebble and tossed it into the stream. Maybe he should go look for the complex Daniel had led the other half to. According to Mason Perrin was supposedly there so maybe it would be good to speak with his hunting mates.

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Mike the Bloodwolf said
Not sure what to do, with Mike and Nayra

If you saw Gonzo's post all prisoners are locked in a room and one is ordered to torture the other. Mike's in the same room with my hunter Rand with Rand restrained and prepped for torture.

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Perrin got up from the floor slowly, checking his surroundings. He was in a small room of some sort, but his vision was still blurry and he couldn't see well. Was there someone else in the room with him? Perrin would've loved to ask aloud but his ability to speak had been taken away from him months ago after his torturers cut out his tongue. Perrin felt his pockets for his pad and pencil. They were still there fortunately. The hunter put his hand in his pocket ready to pull them out when he finally noticed the other person in the room. Now he knew what Vlad was taking about. Why was it not me lying there? Perrin wondered. Please, why can't we switch?

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Rand sniffed as he woke up, wondering where he was. The hunter tried getting up but noticed he was strapped down and couldn't even turn his head to look at the other half of the room. Rand twisted his arm slightly to try to get out of the restraint, but it was of no use. "Oh come on, again?" He muttered, used to this. Rand gritted his teeth, ready to embrace the next edition of pain. Please make it quick.

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Anthony walked down by the stream, heading against the flow. He had been hiking for a while now but fortunately hadn't encountered anyone or anything to make the trip turn worse. He couldn't really hear anything else other than the stream, but he wasn't sure if it was a good thing. Silence was dangerous, because you never knew when something was waiting for you to fall into a trap. Anthony shook his head and continued down the stream, taking his mind off of that but keeping his caution. After a while Anthony grabbed a pebble and tossed it into the stream, watching it skip twice before falling into the water.

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Anthony looked up at Nayra and smiled, putting the tracker in his pocket. "Thank you Nayra. Can you please tell Eline I'll be back soon?" He requested. Hopefully he would be back soon, but he honestly wasn't sure. Anthony gave a deep breath then put on his camo hat, and walked into the forest.

Everything was eerily quiet in there. No birds or really much other wildlife. It was a cold reminder to what was out here. Why are you doing this? You're going to look like a complete hypocrite, Anthony thought. But he knew he needed this, someway to cool down and not get into another violent fight with someone. The hunter sighed and continued through the forest. He eventually came upon a small stream and began to follow it downriver.

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

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