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Post by ethanrayne on Sept 7, 2012 16:23:32 GMT -6
At the end of the day, Ethan really should have known better. There was a lot to be said about old idioms, and if one of them gave warning to wandering along down dark alleys, there was probably more than enough reason behind it. Maybe Ethan was just looking for something to do. If a vampire jumped him, or some hooligan held him up for his money, then it might at least lend some excitement to his life. As it was, he was bored, drab, and feeling like he had little direction (and that was not just because he was lost in an unfamiliar city.) Hold up his cellular, he adjusted the trajectory of its signal to the rotating satellite in the skies one more time. The only thing worst than being lost in Richmond was being lost with no signal strength on one's useless disposable phone. Served him right for being cheap and paranoid; it may have doomed him to a cursed ancient device with indecent coverage. He was offered a little illumination from it, but his main concern was trying to get in contact with Giles. As promised, he had gathered everything that was asked of him, the banal scavenger hunt that it had been, and was holding on to them in his clunker of a car. (Just because he worked as a consultant for the Initiative did not mean that they paid him well...) The car itself had been abandoned about 1 mile out of town, considering that it had run out of petrol from his trip to a neighboring city, just to be sure that he hadn't crossed any paths with any of Rupert's precious Slayers. Ethan was working in secret, as ordered, aye aye! What it had done was cause a massive headache, a world of looking over his shoulder, and he still was not sure if he had remained unseen. It seems like the little blighters were everywhere! He expected to turn a corner and run into one of them right now, even, and he would not be surprised in the least! bloop-bleep? The cellular made an active noise in his hands as one bar of coverage flashed to life in his hands. It didn't seem to sure of itself, so Ethan opted to make it quick. Pressing the associated quick dials, seeing as it was the last number he called anyway, he rang up the number for the Watcher's Council, knowing he was going to be an answering machine (knowing Rip, one that still worked off of magnetic tape.) "Rupert, ol' mate! I'm finally back in town! Thought we might be able to get together, for a drink. For old times' sake, and all that. You know where to reach me, and we can have that chat I know you've been dying to have!" As if through serendipity, the phone made another chirp at him to let him know that, while the call was made, reception went with it. Now, he was really alone, but at least business was tended to. Now, to get petrol for the clunker, and find a place to settle down for three days before he would meet with Rupert at the aforementioned location... So... That feeling that folk keep on talking about when they are feeling particularly paranoid? That "I am not alone in this dark place" feeling? Ethan was getting it in large waves, a type of energy that to a normal person could be chucked up to an over active imagination. For the caster, though, for all his years buried in the world of magic, he knew better than to ignore these vibrations. Fear coupled with curiosity, and made for him to pull a bonehead move, the kind of thing everyone yells at the bottle blonde in the horrors to not do! Calling into the darkness, afraid of the answer, Ethan opted to be more ballsy in his approach. "Look, if there is someone lurking in the shadows, I would just be tickled pink if you came out to play. No sense hiding. It's bad manners."
[/color] . the banter |:. Come and get me...? . the pledge |:. Outfit . the turn |:. Air Conditioner! . the prestige |:. Glory . the benefactor |:. Jess <3
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Sept 7, 2012 23:20:52 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -There was just something about the color red that Glory found so enticing. It was bright and it was colorful. Plus it was sexy and not to mention totally radiated power. Something about it simply seemed to draw her in. Even her lips were currently a shade of bright red, standing out against her creamy colored skin. All in all it was just about the only color that she ever wore. Different shades of it were currently in her walk-in closet, but she didn't go into any other colors. Perhaps she'd invest in a black dress and switch it up with red shoes...though even then she wasn't sure if that was enough red. Sometimes she would wear black shoes with her red dresses, only because finding shoes of the exact same shade of red proved harder than she thought.
Picking through her closet she soon became frustrated when none of her dresses seemed to call out to her. Of course she only ever wore dresses, as she looked completely fabulous on her. She picked one up and after looking at it for only a few seconds, she angrily threw it over her shoulder. Soon she began to simply continue chucking them over her shoulder and tossing them onto the floor behind her. By the sounds she could have sworn a couple of them went all the way out of her two-story upper floor, completely open window. However she didn't care in the slightest at the moment. She was running low on energy and it seemed her vessel was trying to break through.
Her vessel, was a man named Alexander. Which just happened to be her previous vessel, Ben's, brother. Although it seemed like such a strange coincidence it hadn't been one at all. In fact she had quite literally sought him out and it had been one of the very few reasons she'd come to Richmond. Once here she'd found out that the slayer was in town, though she'd yet to have that run in with her. Nonetheless she was definitely anticipating seeing the pesky little blonde...though more so she just wanted to catch her bratty little sister Dawn. Dawn was quite literally and figuratively the key to everything in Glory's world...if she were ever to return home, she would need the slayer's sister's blood. Being the sister of Bunny the vampire layer made things more difficult, though not impossible.
Finally landing on a beautiful, not to mention expensive red dress, she decided it was perfect for tonight. It was a simple empire waist dress that flowed across the bottom half of her body. It was nice and sweet looking and she paired it with a pair of strappy heels. Throwing all of this on she walked over to the mirror to check on her lipstick and do some freshening up. As she was changing her vessel Alexander seemed to be itching to come out. Which only meant she was growing weaker. With a quick curse word to Alexander, she finished changing and she was out the door.
Somehow she'd ended up in Downtown Richmond, the not so nice area of town. It didn't bother her much though as it wasn't like she couldn't take care of herself...Strutting through the alleys with a click of her heels she felt a presence nearby. The mind was drawing her in, the energy and mischief about it all too enticing. The clicking of her heels stopped as she heard him call out to her. Smarter than I thought... Stepping out of the shadows she simply stood before him, about twenty feet or so and stared. It seemed she was trying to read the level of energy he currently contained. With a smile drawing on her flawless face she closed the gap to only about ten feet or so. "My my, your mind is absolutely stunning... even though he wouldn't understand her, she didn't care. Not one bit. "At least you can semi-dress yourself, unlike most other of the pathetic patrons on this dimension" she said, giving him the once over.
She didn't care if he thought she was crazy. Soon enough, he would be the crazy one.
Word Count:: 722 Tag:: Ethan Rayne Outfit::Click to see Glory's outfit Note:: Hey whenever you're ready just give me the go-ahead for the brain suckage.
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Post by ethanrayne on Sept 9, 2012 21:12:23 GMT -6
The woman was absolutely gorgeous, there was no way that Ethan could deny it, and he had met some very lovely creatures in his time, so when he saw beauty, he knew it. He also had been around enough times to know danger when it crossed his path. There was a reason why the most venomous snakes were often the most colorful...
It was that level of venom that he could feel leaking into the world that had Ethan on edge. He had no problems playing with fire. He did on a regular occasion dabble in such things, merely because he was having a boring Tuesday. He was on a first name basis with Janus, and Loki was a being he considered calling over for tea. This woman standing before him, dressed in shades that reminded him of plankton in the wake of an orca (in a nice way), was sending similar feelings into the world. He felt like if he had never worshiped at her altar before, he really missed her in the “gods of chaos and insanity” circulation. He didn't have second sight, so he could not see her aura, but there was something palpable about it, since he was standing in the glow of a sun... an angry one... bent on destroying anything that did not allow it to glow.
It was that element of destruction that had him unnerved. Destructive chaos was often a force to be dealt with, and non-discriminatory against who it hurt and who it served. He had a feeling that this being did not bend to many people, and Ethan knew that he was not the type to bend himself, not to many, only to those that he worshiped. She was not amongst them... That, and he didn't like the way she was looking at him, like he was something to be devoured, and she was a beast with a hungry belly.
I don't want to be an entree... I don't even want to be an appetizer! Rayne is not on the menu... Oh, gods, I hope she isn't a telepath!
“Well, I put my pants on one leg at a time...” he said, attempting to be as cordial as he could be without screaming and running in sheer panic from the woman. His nerves were on end. Fight or flight was pumping through him strongly, and Ethan was never a fighter. He was a coward. A yellow bellied coward who knew better than to run just yet. The mention of “dimension” as in “I am not from this...” sent even more warnings shots through his brain. He was having a hard time hiding it now, a general understanding cresting over him.
“I don't know who you are, but I just need to know. Are you going to kill me? Because I need to know if I need to make peace with my maker...” You went for shit head? Oh, good move, Rayne? Remember the “If someone asks you if you're a god...” rule? “Don't be a shit head in the face of sheer death” is right under that one. Above it some days! I hate being your brain some times. You are going to get us both killed! . the banter |:. You can go ahead and tap his brain juice. ^_^ . the pledge |:. Outfit . the turn |:. Irresponsible by Voltaire . the prestige |:. Glory . the benefactor |:. Jess <3
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Post by Sam Michael Winchester on Sept 10, 2012 18:30:20 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Although it shouldn't have surprised the beautiful hell god, she noticed him quite enjoying her amazingly wonderful features. Being flawless it tended to happen quite often. While the man wasn't exactly Glory's type she did find that he was handsome enough. More so then some of the humans that she ran into, which wasn't saying much at all. Honestly she didn't think there would ever be a human as attractive as her. How could a meat bag possibly live up to all of her glory? It was an impossible feat and didn't seem to be anything worth even trying for the pathetic little humans. This didn't mean that she didn't like to watch them pretend to live up to her beauty though. Like that pesky little slayer...Bitch's hair is as flat as a rail.
Almost immediately she began to smell the stench of the man's fear. It hadn't taken long that was for sure. Perhaps he was even smarter than she'd originally assumed. To sense that she was dangerous was something that might have helped him to survive...Although generally Glory didn't kill her victims. More so she enjoyed seeming them suffer as mindless entertainment. Wherever she went the Psychiatric ward at the local hospital's attendance seemed to sky rocket. Nonetheless they never found out the actual cause of what was causing this to happen. Most assumed it was because of the weather or some other environmental factor. Some blamed the economy and others blamed childish things such as domestic violence in families and the growing rate of divorce. Never did they think to wonder if a notorious Hell God was wandering through their town...
Just makes my job all that much easier...those who don't believe are even easier targets than others. Not that I need them to be easy...
Glorificus simply scoffed at his foolish attempt to humor her. "Was that supposed to be funny? Guess I missed that lesson in adapting to the lives of human scum."
[/b] With this she slowly began to walk closer and closer to the man. Each step she sauntered closer made her feel a frenzy within her, wanting to consume his energy. It seemed to simply be radiating off of him along with his fear of course. The stench of the fear was nearly overwhelming as she got closer, but she pushed forwards anyways. Did he really just say that? With an annoyed look on her face causing her lips to become a straight line, she ushered forward until she was standing directly in front of the man. "Why are all of you humans so rude?!?"[/b] she asked with a tilt of her head. Adding a shrug of her shoulder she picked him up by the scruff of his jacket and tossed him into a nearby brick wall. As he slumped to the ground she moved next to him again with the click clack of her heels following her. Might as well smack this one around a bit.. Noticing the blood gushing from a wound on his temple, she leaned down on her knees in front of him. "I'm sorry. That was careless of me"[/b] she said softly. Reaching out she wiped some of the blood off of his hand and gently caressed his cheek. It was almost eery how gentle she was. "Let me make it better"[/b] she cooed, leaning in with both hands on either sides of his temples. Slowly she began to pulsate faster and faster and eventually...her fingers slipped right into his mind like butter. Sucking what little energy he had left out of him, she watched as he again fell to the floor. Nearly unconscious, he looked around confused. With a smile she gave a quick shake of her shoulders as if stretching. "Much better."[/b] With this, she walked away. Word Count:: 691 Tag:: Ethan Rayne Outfit::Click to see Glory's outfitNote:: Loved this post. We can end it here, or you can post an ender. If you want me to end it here PM my Admin Kasey account. [/blockquote][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center]
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Post by ADMIN ASHLEY on Dec 1, 2012 0:12:56 GMT -6
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