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Post by charlesenglund on May 11, 2011 16:17:43 GMT -5
Charles Englund was spending his down time in the Mid-Manhattan library in New York. He was wearing a black Punisher T shirt with a blood red skull (It is said it wards off evil), black jeans,Rob Dyrdek DC signature shoes, a pentacle necklace around his neck. He could feel the stares going through him by the other library patrons, but he didn't care they weren't away of the world outside their own. In front of him was a large stack of books on various subjects. One on possession,one on spontaneous human combustion,one on werewolves, one on vampires, in front of him was a large volume of Greek mythology. It was an unusually quiet,calm day. The weather was calm when suddenly outside the sound of screeching tires and people screaming. He closes the book in front of him with a loud bang and rushes out to see what happened.
Outside he sees a four call pile up, and at least eight people running around on fire. He crosses his arms over his chest. He speaks quietly to himself
"Goodness gracious,great balls of fire."
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Post by caine on May 16, 2011 11:19:17 GMT -5
How Caine hated the city. He hated virtually everything about it. Everyone clustered into one area, completely obvlivious to most things going on around them. This is a good thing mostly. There's alot of folks who just couldn't handle knowing what's really going around them.
Alot of thoughts of "Wow, that guy's dressed like a fool." and "Damn, she's just begging to get bitten." as Caine sat in his red and black 1972 Chevy Suburban. Leaning back in his seat he takes out a Marlboro light 100 cigarette. He grabs his zippo off the dash board and lights his cigarette. Placing the zippo back on the dash he takes a long drag, ashing it out the window as he exhales the smoke.
Caine sighs as he looks around his surroundings, almost expecting to get attacked. When you're a hunter as long as he's been you tend to gain a certain amount of paranoia. It's partly because of this he didn't even want to come here, but the damn kid just wouldn't listen. He just had to come here. Him and his damn fascination with this city. Caine would never understand it.
Caine was all about big outstretched spaces of nothingness. He was a country boy, pure and simple. As Caine turned off to the side to take another drag, still wondering why the hell he was here he heard a massive smashing sound of metal on metal. Within seconds the old man had his gun from the dash, placing it in his belt, and was out of his Suburban. Although, never losing the cigarette because these damn things were expensive nowadays!
He rushes over to the library steps and stops up at the top. From there he spots the man consumed by flames running around. Caine notices Charles stroll out of the library and stand there calmly among the other gawkers as if taking in a show. He walks over with a semi annoyed look on his face and smacks Charles up along the back of his head. "Damn it boy, the hell'd ya do now?"[/color]
From there Caine glances down toward the street and notices a nearby group of firefighters already on the scene putting out the man on fire and attending the crash victims. Caine continues his glare at Charles. "You find some book and start mumblin' funny looking words again? You screwed shit up real good for that little city in Louisiana. Doubt we could clean up your mess so easily this time."[/color]
Charles just seemed to be looking for trouble most of the time. It was like he had a deathwish or something. Caine was rather hard on the kid, but it's not like he made it easy on him either most of the time. Plus he doesn't want Charles to wind up like the other if he can help it...Still with the same annoyed look he shakes his head with a slight laugh.
"And let me guess, ya made some damn stupid lyric reference after seein' the mayhe, huh?"[/color]
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Post by charlesenglund on May 17, 2011 17:04:31 GMT -5
Charles flenches back from the slap from his mentor. Of course he'd catch the blame. He speaks in a hush awed voice.
"Yes I did. "Great balls of fire". It's a classic ya know. Though I can't be blamed for this one. I was in there the whole time."
He jerks his thumb back toward the library. Eyes slowly taken in the scene.
"I was just doing research like always. This would be one of those times where we could use a witch to reverse time or something. The way I see it something must have jumped out in front of the first car, spooked the driver. He slammed the brakes caused the pile up. I'm sure if we got a closer look at the scene there'd be a huge dent in the front of that Mustang. Can't really explain the Johnny Storm "Human Torch" theatrics though...The cars themselves are on fire."
Charles sighs as he runs his hands through his hair.
"So much for sight seeing at Coney Island.
Yea so Charles had a fascination with New York,Coney Island specifically. Thanks in part to his favorite movie "The Warriors" and also the small time he spent on the streets after his parents death. He runs his hands down the front of his Red Punisher skull shirt, then smirks.
What now Obi Wan?
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