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Post by Ben Isaac Winchester on Oct 11, 2010 11:54:18 GMT -5
 “Oh my God, did you hear that? That was a crack, wasn’t it? Jesus Christ, did I just straighten up and my knees cracked? Oh my FUCKIN’ God, I’m getting ancient! Freaking thirty-five…do guys do the menopause thing? If I start losing my hair, I think I might kill myself and end it all—”
“Gah, stop whining already, you big baby. Care to get back to work, before a monster eats my face off? I don’t enjoy being bait, you know.” A voice cut through his tirade, echoing in the deserted alleyway. Sitting on a battered stool in the middle of the dirty asphalt, the woman in question threw in a very ‘melt your brows with my eyeballs’ glare in his general direction.
Sheesh, talk about a smack in the ass, here. What; big, strong Hunters weren’t allowed to whine to people they trusted? Man, and people called him grouchy.
Putting the last finishing touches on the circle he was making, Ben straightened and put his hands on his hips, admiring his work. A certain bad little monster was wreaking havoc in Mississippi, and lo and behold, he’d been called in to make the pain go away. Lucky him…and even luckier that he’d run into a certain Doc Helena Nicodeau; a trusted physician in his particular circles. Who better to use as bait for a baddy, than someone as sweet and innocent looking as the ex-surgeon?
Now, if only he could get away from that glare. Talk about lethal…and kind of homesick. How long had it been since he’d dropped by the old stomping grounds and visited his mom or Chey? Only women could dredge up that much annoyance to give him a look like that, and MAN, did it make him miss his family just a smidge.
With Helena secured to a chair in the circle, and armed with a silver knife, he hurried to the mouth of the alleyway, making himself scarce in the shadows. The monster had supposedly liked crawling around rooftops and leaping on its prey, so hopefully, it hadn’t spotted him trussing up its dinner with silver and holy water. Damn these baddies for actually having a brain…
Palming his sauer, Ben kept himself pressed up against the building, and thanked God for the lack of lit streetlamps around him. The night was just beginning, and most foot traffic was being directed toward the club part of town, which was definitely a bit of a Godsend.
Now, all he had to do was bag one monster, and he could join all those lonely ladies down in the nightclubs. Only he knew how to show them a good time, after all.
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Post by serenajoidefitzpat on Feb 6, 2011 20:52:00 GMT -5
 Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaround Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more And I will color you all red,
I will color you all...red [/size] This was probably one of the worst ideas that Serena had ever had. This demon seemed to live off of young women. And Serena was really regretting that she had such a soft heart that the plead of a young woman had sent her hunting this thing. She was as liable to get her own life force taken from her, as she was of defeating it, when she didn't really know much about it. She rather doubted Latin would work on this demon, seeing as it wasn't the typical kind of demon she normally dealt with. Plus, Serena didn't have much to go off of. All she knew was that it liked to descend from the rooftops to caught its prey, and they weren't all that pretty after that. She hated that she as reduced to wandering around out there and just hope that this demon was going to strike some woman...or her. In her small backpack was a few wrapped up vials of Holy Water, and quite a few rosaries. She was always armed to the teeth when she went anywhere like this, or did something like this. Her feet were carrying her somewhere. After all, it's not like she was going to find the thing in her Volkswagon. Her eyes roved around her as she walked, and heard someone give a curse about his knees popping. Her face took on a small smirk as she walked past the dark Alley and saw the woman who replied to the man's comments. She seemed like a woman that Serena could grow to like. Her smirk turned to a small smile as she kept going. At least she kept walking until she heard a small scream come from behind her. Not sure who, or what it was, she turned almost on a dime and ran back the way she had come. She didn't know what she'd encounter, but it was going to be dangerous, and it was going to go her way if she had anything to say about it. Her feet were clad in combat boots, and her leather jacket was longer then usual, going to her hips instead of her waist, though it was open, revealing a midriff baring shirt in black, and pants also in black. Her hands were clad in full leather gloves, and tied tight to her hands to hide the scars on them. {{OOC: Ben, you can play her showing up. She's got excorsims up her sleeves, as well as a ridiculous amount of holy water with her.}} |
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Post by Ben Isaac Winchester on Feb 15, 2011 8:21:59 GMT -5
”Here, monster, monster, monster. Come out and play now…please, I really gotta pee soon…”
Ben rolled his eyes as the woman’s voice drifted down the alleyway. He really did love being the one responsible for when the normally soft spoken Doc let her hair down, but now REALLY wasn’t the time for her to get all sarcastic on him! Hopefully, the nasty little monster didn’t understand when it was being so obviously led out of its hole. Gah, he just knew he should’ve gone for a stuffed doll, or something.
Palming his sig, the hunter tried to look casual as he leaned against the brick wall behind him. There were a few pedestrians that passed by, not giving him the time of day as they hurried to wherever they were going. It was pretty late and given the wary, sideways looks he was given, it was obvious that he wasn’t looking as casual as he’d hoped. Damn.
The sounds of Helena singing some Disney tune echoed in the alleyway, and he sighed. Damn, just his luck that the Chinese spirit currently making lunch out of young women’s souls had grown ears and learned English in the past week that he’d been hunting it. With Helena’s obvious ‘distress,’ he’d be surprised if the frikkin thing even peeked out of whatever hiding place—
”OH MY FREAKING GOD, IT’S FREAKING HUGE! BEN! BEEEEEEEEEEEN!”
The woman’s scream cut through the air, and Ben whirled around the alleyway corner, charging back inside. Instinct had him yanking out his gun as he ran, skidding to a halt at the edge of the circle. The huge, slobbering…thing was staring down at Helena like she was the nummiest thing on the planet, while the woman twitched and fidgeted in the chair she’d been told to remain in. If the spirit took two more steps toward her, it would be trapped. C’mon…just two more steps…
The sounds of running feet behind him had him turning…and FUCK, the monster as well. With a growl, it took two steps back and faced him and the stranger, rearing up to its full height.
”Well, this just turned into a fucking party,” He snarled, casting an irritated glance at the unfamiliar woman. ”Lady, if you know what’s good for you…run the fuck away.”
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Post by serenajoidefitzpat on Feb 17, 2011 7:17:56 GMT -5
Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaround Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more And I will color you all red,
I will color you all...red [/size] You know, Serena really had to do something about this bleeding heart of hers. Any other normal person would have just kept walking away. But no, because Serena was a bit of a hunter, and a hell of an excorsist, she had gone running back, sliding to a stop behind the man who had been bitching about his knees cracking, and saw the large.....thing take two steps back from the circle. Maybe she should learn to run quieter in her boots. She was pretty sure that it had been her fault. And now he was irritated with her. That was great, but this thing was something she had been contracted to hunt, just like he had been. "If I was smart, I wouldn't have taken this job on pal. But for now, I'm not fucking moving....I move and that thing is going to descend on me like a vamp on blood." She said as the thing stared right at her. "So for now your stuck with me. Just tell me what'll work, and I'll help." Her voice was soft and confident, though internally she was praying that latin would work on this thing so that she could freeze it in one spot. She only needed her faith to be stronger then before, and right now, it was being pretty strong. |
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Post by Ben Isaac Winchester on Feb 26, 2011 21:43:14 GMT -5
‘Taken this job on?’ Aw, FUCKIN’ hell, she was a hunter! He knew it…he just knew that something like this was gonna happen. Now, he’d have to try to kill the monster, save Helena from being eaten AND look after the damn ‘huntress’ in the meantime, to make sure her fool head wasn’t ripped off. This was why he always hunted alone, man! THIS WAS WHY!
”You don’t have anything that’ll work, unless you’re one to hide bing-yang tree wood up your ass!” Ben snarled back. The monster proceeded to look from them, to Helena, who was currently trying to do the ‘you can’t see me’ dance in her chair. The thing was tall and slim, and black like a shadow. The only things apparently visible on it were the razor sharp teeth, currently bared at them…and a pair of red eyes that locked on the doctor’s struggling form.
Nah shit. These stupid foreign monsters and their…CRAP, WARP SPEED!
Taking the safety off his glock, Ben shot off three wooden bullets as it streaked toward Helena. For her part, the doctor didn’t faint or scream; just stared wide eyed as it careened toward her. With a scream, it flew up, seemingly disappearing into thin air.
Ben wasn’t so stupid to think that it was gone for good.
Cursing all the way, he ran over to where Helena sat and cut her loose. Once free, the doctor immediately started moving for the street and nodded at his ‘stay in the street lights!’ command.
Reloading, Ben glared over his shoulder at the lady-hunter. ”Yeah, you REALLY did your homework, lady. Did you know that this thing is a Chinese demon and doesn’t answer to Latin or holy water? Didn’t think so. Just get the FUCK outta my hunt before I gotta scrape you up off the floor.”
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Post by serenajoidefitzpat on Mar 11, 2011 17:05:01 GMT -5
Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaround Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more And I will color you all red,
I will color you all...red [/size] Serena was a bit taken back by his attitude. It definitely didn't surprise her, after all, she had the same reaction as he had on one of her hunts, it was just that the girl had actually been useful to her as apposed to her being useless to this guy. Serena didn't move while he did what he was doing, and the woman ran by her. Her back went up and she glared right back. "And how the fuck do you know that this thing is Chinese? Do you have ANY idea of how many demons fit the description of this thing?! You deal with the demon and I'll do what I do best, which is protect people. I've done my homework on the demons that normally haunt our waters, so I'll leave that foreign demon to you since you seem know SOOO much more about it."Serena didn't turn her back on the hunter, and kept her eyes up on the roof tops since that was where this thing was most likely to come down from, and she'd rather not get pounced on or shot in the back. She backed out into the light, and pulled out her gun that was loaded with rock salt. It might not work, but she wasn't going to chance herself, or the guy's bait getting killed. {{OMG, forgive me for taking so long...I lost inspiration to write her, and then found it again.  }} |
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Post by Ben Isaac Winchester on Mar 19, 2011 14:49:23 GMT -5
Holy fucking shit…was this one serious? She was SERIOUSLY going to stand there and question him about the fucking monster he was obviously fucking Hunting? Really? Really?! God, what did he look like; some civvy right off the damn stupid bus?
Cutting her an incredulous look, Ben stopped moving for a second, as if he could read her true intent in her face. Normally, people took one look at his freakishly handsome self and thought ‘definitely prepared.’ And here was this skinny little thing, who roared into HIS hunt and began questioning HIS research abilities. What the fuck? Had the world frikking ended, or what?!
”Yeah, you do that,” He snarled back at her, keeping his eyes on the area around them. ”And while you’re at it, sweet cheeks; do me a favor and shut the fuck up.”
Cursing up a blue streak, the hunter loaded his gun with the special wooden bullets Curse had managed to set him up with, and scanned the shadows for his new ‘special friend.’ How did he know what the demon was…jeeze, did he really look like he was new to the game? Duh, it really wasn’t hard to research demons…obviously, someone had slapped this one with the Stupid Stick recently. But he couldn’t think about all that now; he had a monster to kill.
…Or a monster to scream at, as the thing came charging out of a freaking wall, intent on biting his fool head off. Popping off a few shots, he crowed in triumph when a scream sounded and the thing disappeared. There was black blood on the ground; evidence of a hit. Okay, now to wait. The legends said that the bing-yang tree was pure enough to ‘turn it mortal,’ or some crap like that, so all he had to do was wait…
With another ear splitting scream, the demon flew out of the shadows at them again. Its claws glistened in the moonlight, its fangs gleamed and dripped blood and with an almost lazy air, Ben lifted his gun and shot it right in its ugly face. The head exploded, he was gifted with half his body covered in some really nasty smelling goo and if his grin was anything to go by, he was having a really fucking good night.
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Post by serenajoidefitzpat on Mar 23, 2011 16:29:49 GMT -5
Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaround Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more And I will color you all red,
I will color you all...red [/size] Oh she was tempted. She was so fucking tempted just to keep talking, but that was liable to get her killed, and while she really didn't care for how ever this guy turned out after this, she liked her skin the way that it was right at the moment. Her feet took her towards the other woman, and she said nothing, merely holding her hand gun pointed at the alleyway. Stupid handsome son of a bitch. He's a freaking chauvinist. And I'm so totally in the wrong here that it's not even funny. Stupid bleeding heart. I've gotta learn to say no, gotta learn how to actually figure out what the hell I'm dealing with when there isn't a whole hell of a lot to go with on it.. It was a rather good thing that Serena couldn't read minds, since if she could she would have charged in, and more then likely shot the man for the hell of shooting him. It was a good thing that the guy knew what he was doing. Because if he hadn't, Serena likely would have just sent the spirit into hiding and thought she had defeated it. One had to be pretty damn stupid to think that they knew everything, and Serena was not that stupid most days. But having just gotten back from Europe on a trip with her sister, Serena had just took one of the first jobs to drop in her lap, and it had almost cost her her life. The game hadn't changed much since she had left, but she had managed to find tone of those solo hunters that had a stuck up their ass. And about right now, even thought she knew it was her fault, she wanted to remove his shit stick and beat him with it. She didn't holster her gun when he walked out, with a grin a mile wife, and covered in....something. She couldn't tell what it was, but it was something. Yeah she loved to fight. She loved conflict, but sometimes she had to swallow her pride and make peace, and apologize. This was one of those times. So she waited a moment, her gun still held in her hand because she would still like nothing better to do then to bust a shot into this guy. But she was in the wrong, and it was time to get down to it. Before he could chew into her again for being an idiot, she spoke to him, with a somewhat less hostile expression then before. Taking a soft breath, she started. "I'm sorry for jumping in on a hunt that you had under control. I reacted without thinking, since I knew so little about what this thing was." But you didn't need to jump down my throat you ass wipe. She tacked the thought onto the end of her words, with her face slowly exiting the hostile expression it was in at the moment. |
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Post by talon on Apr 15, 2011 17:33:27 GMT -5
 After poking at the healing scar on his abdomen, Talon let his shirt fall and stared out the window with an irritable huff. He was pretty sure this was not what Dean meant by Ben taking him out to learn the hands-on aspect of hunting. Sit in the fucking car? He could do this at home! Most would consider him lucky to be back in the game so quickly after the seriousness of his injury, but Talon was not the type to let things hold him back. Apparently the good doctor Ben had tagged along too saw fit to put a stop to that one. But when he saw that face in his protest, he had to wonder if what they were facing was really going to be so much worse than the doctor. And he thought Rachel was bad. Seeing Dr. Nicodeau come back around the corner, Talon was about to get out of the car when Ben’s cell phone rang. Without thinking that it might be overstepping boundaries, he answered. After a brief and initially skeptical conversation, from both ends, Talon finally got out and quirked his brow at the second woman who seemed to be involved in this little outing. Great. So this chick was allowed to be in on it too, but not him? This training was worse than trial and error on his own! At this rate he’d think they were just as soon tricking him into not hunting. That was, if he at all got the impression that the Winchesters would waste their time with such a chore. [white]“What’re ya pickin’ up chicks now? Totally had ta stay in the car for that.”[/white] Talon said sarcastically as he joined the little street corner soiree. Turning his attention to Ben, [white]“Com’on, ya gotta call ‘bout…”[/white] He looked at Serena over appraisingly and frowned, [white]“somethin’ ya need ta check out.”[/white] He finished decidedly. Heading back for the car, he muttered,[white] “And if you’re gonna leave me in the car, jus’ as soon ya dropped me off home.”[/white] He opened the door and looked at Helena impatiently, silently suggesting she take the back seat. The teenager was still displeased with her after all, and blamed his boredom and lack of involvement entirely on her. [white] “Real dangerous, huh? See ya’re all torn up an’ stuff.”[/white] He whispered bitterly to her as she passed in one, seemingly untouched piece. Really it would have been a shame if she were. She was attractive for an old lady. If it were him, he would have preferred using ugly bait. Maybe Ben was gay.
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Post by Ben Isaac Winchester on Apr 18, 2011 16:03:09 GMT -5
Oh, thank you holy Jesus, the freak was dead and now he could get the hell out of there. Holstering his gun, Ben resisted the urge to sag back against the brick wall behind him, instead forcing himself to start scanning the shadows around him. He ignored the woman- currently known as Lady With The Dumb Ass Mouth- in favor of making sure that another baddy wasn't going to leap out at his head and squinted into the darkness. From his reports, he'd pretty much guessed that there was only one Chinese evil spirit haunting the Pennsylvania streets. Hopefully, the things didn't spawn like crazy, sharp-toothed bunnies, like those damn mutated gnome-things from last week did. Man, if there was one thing he'd never thought he'd find himself doing; it was fighting off little possessed lawn gnomes.
Landscaping could be life threatening. Go figure.
When the woman started apologizing, the Hunter turned around and fixed her with a dark scowl. "You got that right, lady. Next time, when you see a huge ass monster and a guy with a really big gun...just leave us alone. I promise; if the gun fails, you can get your turn. Until then? Learn Hunting etiquette and don't fuckin' impose on another guy's monster extermination."
And he was ready to go on; to really let her have it, now that sleep deprivation and an empty stomach was making him crabby. But, like the little alarm clock that he was, Talon pulled his brain back to the present...his presence. The little turd; going and cutting into a really nice curse-fest...
"Hey, that was the Doc's orders, not mine. You keep those stitches clean for a few more days, and you can tag along. You ain't never seen her angry!" He called out after Talon.
Turning back to Serena, he gave her another curt nod. "Whatever; see ya around, lady. Just a warning, though? If you ever barge into another one of my Hunts, I'll shoot you instead of the fuckin' monster."
And with that, he turned on his heel and headed out toward the Impala. He rolled his eyes as Helena's voice sounded in the silence. She was probably giving Talon a what-for, for getting out of the car. If the kid wasn't careful, she'd pull another 'Doc Moment' and follow him around until he was all healed up.
Bah, it didn't matter; he'd just gotten the monster and saved the day. What's a little ulcer on the side compared to that feeling?
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