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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 9, 2013 15:06:00 GMT -8
The boy stuck his tongue out at Lena playfully, looking over to Amrita.
"Well, do you have your stuff with you?"
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Post by JW% on Dec 9, 2013 15:49:52 GMT -8
"All we can do is what we can do." Hecate said. "If we can't do that much, we can only hope someone else can do more. And will do more."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 9, 2013 20:42:51 GMT -8
"Ugh I look like a disaster... yeah I have some clothes in the room where we were sleeping, hold on." She ran to the room where her sleeping bag was and began hurriedly changing her clothes. She didn't want them all waiting for her sake.
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 10, 2013 3:20:04 GMT -8
"Stick your tongue out at me again, härlig pojke," Lena started, her tone and expression letting the boy know she meant it all in a playful manner. It wasn't in her nature to hate, let alone abuse someone she enjoyed the company of. "And you're going to have some real difficulty kissing your girlfriend with no teeth or a tongue."
"Agh. Girls take so long to change." The Swedish girl complained, pulling out her phone. It had literally been like... ten seconds. She scooped her keys up, rushing out the door after unlocking the car. "I'm going to warm the car up! Tell her to hurry up!"
Having gone from her apartment, to the stairwell, to the underground carpark, to her car, to May's house and almost immediately inside, she didn't realize how beautiful the day was. After turning the ignition on in her car, she sat with the door open, casually playing with some branches while she waited for the pair.
It was like her to just get wrapped up in shit as tranquil as this. She was the kind of girl that looked like she had an 'O-Face' when she saw a 'breath-taking' view of some trees at a park or some shit. Seriously. Who gets hyped?
Like the people who go to the Grand Canyon. It's a hole in the ground. Fuck off.
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 10, 2013 8:34:25 GMT -8
Soon the trio had piled into Lena's car, and would be driving out of the forest and into the city.
"What does that mean, by the way?" He asked suddenly, looking over to Lena, "What you keep calling me, that is?"
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"Sadly, I'm afraid you're right. It's inevitable that this, whatever this is, is going to happen... but that doesn't stop me from being scared for all of our sakes."
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 10, 2013 19:01:42 GMT -8
Rummaging through her car, Lena found a discarded black jacket, throwing it over her shoulders and pulling her hair into a ponytail after having found a rubber band on the floor. She gripped the steering wheel, until she relaxed as the heater went into full-effect.
Once the pair entered her car, Lena took off towards the city once more. She let her tattooed fingers grip the steering wheel hard, smiling.
"It mean's uh... 'Lovely Boy', in Swedish." She explained, before she put her foot on the break, causing the car to push the pair forward. Rolling her window far enough so that she could put her head out, Lena began flipping off the man in-front of her. "Learn to drive you obese cunt!"
With a quick retort, Lena quickly cut the man off before she finally relaxed and continued to drive like a sane Human being.
"I hate bad drivers." She apologized, looking at the pair with an exasperated look. She flashed her intelligent eyes, letting them know she wasn't angry. "Uhm... yeah. My mother used to call my boyfriends' that."
"It kinda' stuck with me." She continued. "Like, sometimes I just mix the two languages together. All the time I'll do it."
"Sometimes It's to insult people without them getting mad at me, or like... explain something." She kept going, almost to the grocery store. After a few minutes, she was almost in the car park. "Also, nicknames and things like that."
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Post by Alastor on Dec 14, 2013 23:52:58 GMT -8
Chris awoke like any other morning- at the crack of dawn, his phone-slash-alarm clock blaring the opening beat of Tonight (We'll Make Love Until We Die). He did the normal morning routine on his days off. Take a shower, put on some clothes, waste away on the couch watching whatever was on TV while eating some Frosted Flakes.
Of course that's when he heard screaming coming from the apartment right next to his- the apartment belonging to one Goodwife Saltonstall.
"Oh Goddammit, Goody." He sighed, setting aside the bowl of cereal and getting off the couch. He walked over to his door, grabbing the steel bat he kept by it (just in case something happened in that place) as he out.
A second or two later, Elizabeth would hear the man knocking on the door.
"YO, GOODY." He shouted, "DO I HAVE TO BUST SOME HEADS IN THERE? I BROUGHT MY BAT THIS TIME."
The last time he didn't was when the witch animated her teddy bear. He really didn't want to relive that day.
He even brought holy water in his pocket to make sure that he didn't.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 16, 2013 1:27:17 GMT -8
Amrita had quickly gotten into the car, after changing. She listened carefully to Lena's rant, "You're lucky. My father spoke Hindi, and I always wanted to learn it from him, but he died long before I could. I sometimes feel a bit detached from my Indian side..."
She just shrugged and looked out the window at the trees passing by.
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Post by JW% on Dec 16, 2013 14:07:53 GMT -8
"Sadly, I'm afraid you're right. It's inevitable that this, whatever this is, is going to happen... but that doesn't stop me from being scared for all of our sakes." "Is it supposed to be reassuring that you apparently don't have to watch the news to be scared for everyones soul?" Hecate deadpanned before sipping her tea. Kyle had left for work by this point, and would probably be reciting to himself the threefold rule of karmetic magick: Every curse you place on another rude driver who cuts you off makes your insurance preminums jump another 3%. Actually, the rule was that every spell you cast will 'come back to you' three times over, which supposably meant that you were not to cast curses at all unless you could withstand three times the punishment you were inflicting. But the insurance preminums seemed more reasonable to Kyle and kept him from practacing voodoo mechanics.
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 19, 2013 4:07:44 GMT -8
"I'm sorry to hear... about your, you know... Dad." Lena said, turning away from the awkward conversation to instead focus on parking the car, driving all the way up to the front of the store. There was only a few stray cars around, mostly coming from the staff. "Alright. Here we are."
Pulling the keys from the ignition, Lena smiled and looked at the other two.
"Come on. Get the fuck out of my car." She said, stepping out into the cold, wrapping her arms around herself as she waited for the other two to jump out before she locked it. "You got a list or something of shit you need, härlig pojke?"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 19, 2013 4:18:45 GMT -8
"Yeah he was born and raised in Mumbai. I dunno... I connected to him better then I do with my mother." Amrita said, still looking out the window.
She quickly got out after the car stopped, "What are we even here for?" she asked.
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 19, 2013 4:27:39 GMT -8
"Yeah, I know how it is." Lena said, walking close to Amrita and wrapping her arm around her, smiling at the girl affectionately. "My, erm... Mom left my Dad. So I know what It's like not to have one when you grow up. It's tough."
"Groceries." She said, letting the girl go as she stretched out. "We'll just get you some random shit. You guys just grab whatever. Maybe give May a ring and see if she needs anything."
"I just gotta' pick up some alcohol for Wetfoot and myself." She rattled off, before she sparked up again. "And some chaffing cream for Mouthflaps."
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 19, 2013 6:47:18 GMT -8
The blonde was silent as the other two went on about their families, mostly listening to them and trying to figure out what they thought about their parents, and really about their family lives in general. For him, family talks had always been... strange. But that was to be expected when you come from one big family and you have two other families who practically constitute as family members...
"My parents are divorced," he piped up hesitatingly, "Have been since I was seven. But I guess that's not a big deal, I didn't.... go without a dad or anything. I've always had Liz's family, and Mama dated Sergeant Dantes. So Willow and I have always just called him Papa." Content with that comment, he started out of the car with them, shoving his hands in his pockets and zipping up his jacket. He never did very well in the cold.
"Oh! Actually, she made a list yesterday..." he suddenly said, excitedly pulling out a crumpled-up bit of pink stationary paper form his coat pocket. "So, we have a list!"
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 19, 2013 6:57:43 GMT -8
"We've all got issues, man." Lena said, taking a few steps forward as she wrapped her arm around the boy affectionately and squeezed him close to her chest, flashing her intelligent eyes at him and smiling playfully. With one tattooed hand, she took the list from him, unfolding it. "Yeah. This is great."
"Alright. Awesome. Let's get going." She continued, hooking her arm to the girl as they walked, holding them both at her side. She was a very physical person, which was easy to tell. "I'm just glad to get warm inside. I mean, I grew up in Boston, so It had cold as fuck moments, but still..."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Dec 19, 2013 22:53:01 GMT -8
"...What the fuck is that?!" When and if Goody peeked back to her friend, she'd see her standing on the table, chair fallen over, and hands balled into fists, ready to punch an invisible fiend. As Goody asked her to get something from under the sink, she crouched down, leaning over the table to bat at the cabinet door to get it open. Mason, however, sighed and rolled his eyes. With all the nonchalance of an ancient cat who's seen some shit, he hopped down, opened the cabinet with his paws, grabbed a dishtowel with his mouth and calmly brought it to the living room for Goody. "It's . . ." Goody stammered, mouth agape in shock, horror, amazement, and accomplishment. ". . . it's . . . it's a--oh, thank you." With dishtowel in hand, Goody slowly - essentially on all fours - approached the skeleton. She was balling and unclenching her hands to keep them from shaking too much. The skeletal remains of the cat began to rise, and a sound came from Goody that was high-pitched and indecipherable, somewhere along the lines of "eeeeeeeeeeeeohmygod". Wobbly, shaky, and blind (much like a newborn kitten), the cat rose, stretching out its limbs and ligaments (or the lack thereof) as if it had awoken from a nap in the sun. It looked up with eyeless sockets, its teeth bore and grinning permanently. It sauntered lazily for a second, seemingly reacquainting itself to the feeling of walking and moving, and then opened its jaws to do something - meow, cough, yawn, scream, no sound came out but the rattling of an unencumbered bone structure - and lowered itself down again, curled in what might have been a ball, had flesh and fur clung to its remnant pieces. Goody looked at the dead cat. The dead cat might have looked at Goody. Who knows; no eyes. Then it burst into a bright plume of blue flame, much like the cauldron did, taking the close-enough-to-pet Goody by surprise, as she scrambled backward, reeling. Before she could scream, there were knocks at the door, and a shout. "Uhhh . . ." The fire, while it had failed to spread beyond the immediate circumference of the feline creature, blazed brightly and wildly. Goody, thinking quickly, took the dishtowel and tossed it over the miniature inferno, abruptly stifling the blue flames, as if they weren't, in fact, raging at all. ". . . no, Chris, it's all good," Goody called, her disappointment evident. She looked to Liz, defeat in her eyes. "Lovey's at the door, wanna get that? Also, am I missing any eyebrows?" Lifting the dishtowel from the scorched mark on the floor, Goody was astounded to notice that there was no cat left at all - just dust. Dust and ash. Back to the drawing board, it seemed.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 19, 2013 22:57:57 GMT -8
"Oh you're from Boston too?" Amrita asked,looking at Lena "I was born there, and I lived their until Dad died. My mother is from here, so she decided to come back after he died. The city life made her think of him too much."
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Post by Alastor on Dec 19, 2013 23:37:18 GMT -8
The day was like any other for one Sergeant Dantes. A long, bland day at his desk, spent reading paperwork and sipping coffee. There were no donuts.
The man wasn't stereotypical, after all.
"What I'd give to stretch my legs a bit." The man mumbled to himself, flipping through a folder for a recent robbery case.
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 20, 2013 6:31:05 GMT -8
"Yeah, but I was born in Sweden and moved to Boston when I was a kid with my Mom." Lena said, bringing the two closer to her chest as she wrapped her arm around the pair affectionately, walking through the automatic doors of the complex. "She moved for work and to get away from my cunt of a Dad."
"Alright. Let's get this going." She said, tapping Ryan on the shoulder. "Get me a cart, would you? Cheers, sweetie."
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 20, 2013 7:03:11 GMT -8
He nodded, pulling himself away from the warm embrace of Lena and heading off ahead of them through the doors to grab one and bring it over.
"Where first?" He asked.
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Dantes would soon hear a knock at his door.
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 20, 2013 7:36:46 GMT -8
"Eggs, milk and bread. Staples, really." Lena said, dragging the girl she had her arm wrapped around over to the boy, handing him the list and smiling as she walked next to him, occasionally walking off to poke or prod at something. "Grab whatever. Go nuts. I don't really give May anything for the trouble with the magical tattoo ink, so get her some nice shit too."
"I feel kinda' bad now, actually." She continued, shrugging. "Whatever. Impulse grab, guys."
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 20, 2013 7:46:07 GMT -8
He was pretty dutiful at this job, going and grabbing everything that May had put on the list.
"It's fine! It keeps her busy, at least."
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 20, 2013 7:52:05 GMT -8
"Yeah, but I ask for it a lot and she was helping me even before I moved to Salem." She continued, scratching at her tattooed arms. She picked up two melons, holding them at about chest high level and shaking them suggestively at Ryan before she put them back, laughing. "Aw, man. I'm funny. And smart. And fucking attractive."
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Post by Alastor on Dec 20, 2013 15:30:46 GMT -8
"YOU SURE?!" Christopher shouted, still holding his bat and ready to swing at a moment's notice.
He tended not to believe Goody when she says things are 'fine'.
---- "Come in." The police sergeant shouted from his desk, not even moving his eyes up from the folder.
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Post by JW% on Dec 20, 2013 16:10:15 GMT -8
Kyle wasn't happy at work. It seemed there had been some breakins recently, and at least two of the places had used their companies alarm systems. If there were any other burglaries, Kyle didn't know about it, all he knew about was the pressure from above 'not to screw it up'. Whatever that meant.
As near as he could tell neither of the alarm systems had been ones he'd worked on. He didn't even know the town had a jewelry store, and the alarms had worked fine. There was only so much an alarm system could do after all, it wasn't like a ringing siren would make the police instantly appear at the scene. Neither would the alarm even ring if the user forgot to arm it before they left for the night. Besides, Kyle mostly worked on fire alarms, not security alarms. The wiring was similar enough, usually running throughout the building, and it signaled similarly, but entirely different conditions were needed to set it off. Most of the time.
So, Kyle had been dressed down for slacking off and screwing up alarm wiring and coding from his immediate supervisor. Gravity, it was said, had a social component to it. When somebody at the top put pressure below them, it force multiplied it's way down. In the end blame had to be assigned to someone, justly or not.
Such was life.
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 20, 2013 16:48:07 GMT -8
Into his office stepped a relatively young, dark-skinned woman. Beneath her arms she held a thick binder, and her face was taut, lines creased out of her features in an attempt to look much less nervous than she was.
"Case file 149's been taken down," she murmured. "You might remember her, Max... the girl who could talk with all those animals, and who just moved away from Europe a few months ago because a few stray cats told her they'd overheard some things?" Still stiff, she moved over to sit on the chair, dropping her binder onto the desk. "I'm afraid that things are moving closer in, Max. This isn't good...."
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The boy's cheeks flushed and he gave a small, snorting giggle.
"You're also silly," he added to her list.
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Post by lovely corte on Dec 20, 2013 17:13:11 GMT -8
"Man, how do I not have a boyfriend?" Lena said to no-one in particular, letting out a quiet and self deprecating laugh, scratching at the words "TENT" along her fingers before she occupied herself with dragging items from the list towards the cart. "I should just like... get a cat. Jesters will probably eat, though."
"Life is hard, man." The older woman joked, stretching out and pushing her hair away with a laugh, letting him know her playful attitude. She leaned on the cart, checking it to make sure that they had what they needed from the list. "Real worried about getting a man and he finds out I can do all this cool shit. I mean, sex wouldn't be that great if he knows I can kill him by just like... a fucking thorny vine slamming through the window from outside or some fucking shit."
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Post by Alastor on Dec 20, 2013 17:22:30 GMT -8
Into his office stepped a relatively young, dark-skinned woman. Beneath her arms she held a thick binder, and her face was taut, lines creased out of her features in an attempt to look much less nervous than she was. "Case file 149's been taken down," she murmured. "You might remember her, Max... the girl who could talk with all those animals, and who just moved away from Europe a few months ago because a few stray cats told her they'd overheard some things?" Still stiff, she moved over to sit on the chair, dropping her binder onto the desk. "I'm afraid that things are moving closer in, Max. This isn't good...." "The one who barely spoke a word of English, right?" He replied, setting aside the folder he was flipping through as he looked at Angela. "Strange. Didn't we have someone monitoring her?" He moved his focus to the binder, skimming through it. Even for someone who'd had spent so much time on the force, his stomach churned as he flipped through photos of the scene, showing the scattered remains of the girl around the forest. "Jesus Christ." "There's no way that's just an animal attack. It's too precise- the claw marks, the bites, all of it." Said Max, looking back up at the woman as he shut the folder. "The hell has gotten them to act so often lately?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 20, 2013 17:37:24 GMT -8
"...They eat cats?" The boy's voice broke, strangely sensitive to that mention of gore as they went on grabbing things for the cart. "And I mean... don't do that? Tell him you have powers but don't tell him THAT sort of thing can happen..."
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"We had one, yes," she replied, resting her elbows on the desk and holding her head in her hands. "Our only boy on the force who spoke a word of French. I have no idea. There've been a few cases rumored to have happened overseas in the past month, and then there were the two boys out in Missouri who blew themselves up... Something big's going on. We haven't had a case like this in Salem itself in... how long?" She paused, thinking back. "When was the last attack on a witch that you know of?"
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Post by Alastor on Dec 20, 2013 17:46:37 GMT -8
"Six, seven years ago." He replied, sighing. "Case 108. At one of those small houses near the edge of town, by the river."
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 20, 2013 17:55:12 GMT -8
"That long, exactly-" She stopped, and her features softened to look at him. "Oh. That one. You knew them, too, right?"
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