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Demon Hunter: Chicago

In Elizabeth's barely-conscious state, she recalled the feeling of being lifted. Not as if her spirit was finally crossing over to the other side, either to join the angels or the demons, but as if she were being carried in someone's arms. It was in her instinct to struggle, but she couldn't. This caused her to feel distressed. Either she was being taken off by a human who was going to try to care for her (and inevitably, find out the secrets that were best left to be known by the Demon Hunting community) or she was being taken off by a demon that would either turn her over to their leader or torture her or kill her or eat her or-

Calm down, a voice inside of her said. After all, the only thing she could do was hang limp as she was carried. There wasn't much that worrying herself into full unconsciousness would do for her, other than possibly eliminate the chance of waking up.

The next feeling Elizabeth knew was sudden warmth, and then the sound of a door being slammed shut. Only moments after, she was lain upon something soft, cozy, and comfortable - a bed. What bliss it was to be lying upon a proper, comfortable bed. Back home, at Mason's shack, she slept upon a straw cot that Mason had fashioned specifically for her. This time, she could feel herself falling asleep, and what a nice feeling it was. However, her danger senses were on high alert, and she pushed herself to consciousness.

Elizabeth didn't immediately push herself to a sitting position like she might would have had she not had specific training in Demon Hunting and the dangers it brought. Instead, she cracked her eyes open and slid them side to side. Beside the bed, she could see only a glimpse of a person, because her eyes could not see that far sideways. Slowly, she turned at a slight angle toward the person and was a bit taken aback to see a girl not much older than her lounging upon the couch. At this time, she made her consciousness present. She coughed, gently sitting up, and looked at the girl.

"Where am I?" she asked in a soft, feeble voice, feigning innocence.

Demon Hunter: Chicago

@Tracyarmav Of course! Just make a CS and wait for my approval. :)

@Shikaru Your post is perfect. :)

@Apollosarcher Accepted. Move David over to the character tab and jump in the IC. :)

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@FantasyChic Ohhh yess. :P

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IC is up! Veeerrryyyy short, I apologize!

@FantasyChic @Otome Otaku @Bishop @iDunbanFan @Shikaru

Demon Hunter: Chicago

The morning brought cool, crisp winds to the city, as it so often did in the winter time. For Elizabeth, there was never a finer time in the world. Though she had not been on this earth but a measly decade, she had come to realize that the colder months were her favorite. During the times that she was traveling through the city, they left her shivering on the ground at night, restless. However, the cold (and more notably, the snow) reminded her of her dear friend, Mason Timothy. He left her some time ago, and since then she's been living in that old shack he once called a home. Now, it was hers, and she couldn't have been happier. Until hunger struck. It gnawed at her stomach frequently, but Elizabeth always found ways to feed herself. Her abilities. Her traps. Stealing. Begging. It wasn't too terribly uncommon to see people begging for change and food in the streets, and being so young, Elizabeth could gain what she wanted easier.

They'd ask, "Oh, but where are your parents?"

"Home, ma'am. We're very poor," she would reply.

Most never questioned it, but some wanted answers. It made Elizabeth uncomfortable. When people began prying at her for information, she would pick the quickest way to get lost in the crowd and run, grinning widely. She smiled as to not alert people that she was panicked, and they would assume she was simply playing in the streets. Or perhaps running home.

Elizabeth was not a fool. She knew that if she continued to frequent the storefronts, begging for food, people would begin to become familiar with her and either not give her what she wanted or track her more easily. This would also make her more open to attacks from demons. To keep her anonymity took little skill, for mostly she only had to cut her hair, pin it up, or dye it. There were many faces that blended in with one another. Hairstyles matched with a face were more recognizable than anything. Elizabeth used this to her advantage to keep her identity hidden.

On this particular cold, windy morning, she was sitting upon the edge of a pier that stretched out into the lake. She knew that if she fell, the water was could that it would sting her. This didn't keep her from swinging her legs merrily, watching the sun rise slowly above the water. In her mind, she recapped the last few hours before sleeping. She had inspected a hunting trap she'd set up to merrily find a rabbit inside. It was waiting for her at home for when her stomach began to gnaw itself of hunger. Then, as if on cue, her stomach did begin to rumble. Eyes half-lidded, credited to exhaustion, Elizabeth brought herself to her feet and dragged herself back into the city. As it was so early, there were not many people lively ready to wake, and the streets were mainly empty. She could recall taking a few feeble steps past an antique shop before she felt herself falling forward. Blackness.

Demon Hunter: Chicago

The only person I'm really trying to wait for is @iDunbanFan because they haven't put up their CS yet, BUT, I might put the IC up today.

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@Shikaru Your CS is great. ^_^ Accepted. Picture is fine, too.

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@Shikaru It's perfectly accepted for your character to be any age so long as they are 10 or older. Also, depending on the picture, I may accept it, and if not, a written description is fine too. :)

The Girl With The Phoenix (Solo Story; Re-write of "Jenna.")

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The Girl With The Phoenix (Solo Story; Re-write of "Jenna.")

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