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So I've decided to restart my RP here. Hopefully it'll do better than last time. ^_^

WARNING: This RP will include slightly mature subjects, such as violence, gore, romance, and so on. Nothing really explicit mind you, but still be aware of it.

Also, the setting is modern world with magic/supernatural elements. Think...well the Supernatural TV show.

EDIT: Okay this is MY fault, but I should have mentioned this before. If you want to JOIN my RP (any one can, within reason), please either PM me (Mr_Stick) first, or post in my LFRP thread here....

https://www.rprepository.com/community/forumthread.php?t=71621

Again sorry for the confusion.

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A young man sat morosely at the bar counter, nursing a single drink for the whole night. There was nothing odd about a moody man wasting time in a bar. What was odd however was his bare arms, especially on such a cold night. They were covered from shoulder to wrist in strange dark tattoos. Rather eye catching, but his "leave me alone" attitude ensured he was left alone.

For a little while at least.

A trio of very thuggish looking men entered the bar, their leader taking a moment to scan the environment. Upon spotting the tattooed man, the leader pointed and the tree approached the drinker.

"Mr. Graves?" The man looked up from his drink, looking at the lead thug with disinterest. "That's me. What do you want?" The leader sneered. "You've been asking questions about my boss. Too many questions. The boss doesn't like that, so he sent us to...polity...ask you to stop."

Gideon Graves sighed, slowly standing from the stool to face the three men. "Your boss has information I need. That's all." The lead thug wasn't having it. "Yeah, but seems our boys get a little roughed up every time you ask questions. So you're going to stop, now!"

The three thugs went at Gideon in an instant, two grabbing his arms, and the leader driving his fists into the man's stomach. "Listen...you really...need...to stop..." Gideon rasped between impacts. The men didn't listen, just continuing to whale on him.

"Fine...we do it the hard way..." Gideon grunted, the tattoos on his arms glowing red hot before the sound of thunder erupted from him a flash. The three men jerked back, rubbing their eyes. As their vision returned, Gideon, but not Gideon, stood before them.

He wore a skull like mask, black hair long and wet looking, and he seemed to be wearing some sort of body armor over his chest and abdomen. He let out a long low breath, mist pouring out of his mouth in thin wisps. "Now...where is your boss?"

A few minutes later Gideon, back in his normal attire and holding the lead thug's phone, stepped out of the bar into the cold night air. "Hmmm...well this is a start." He mumbled, pocketing the device. As he moved to leave the bar door burst open, the lead thug limping out and pointing a gun right at Gideon. The man was covered in blood and bruises, his two compatriots on the floor behind him in worse condition.

"You...bastard..." The leader slurred, blood dripping from his mouth. He suddenly jerked, looking down to see a long thick chain impaling him in the chest, right through the heart. Looking up he saw the chain was some out coming out of Gideon's wrists, quickly sucking back into him as if it were never there, save for the now gaping hole where his heart was. The man shook, took a step forward, and slumped to the ground, blood pooling out quickly.

Shaking his head, Gideon walked into the night to find a place to get some rest, not knowing that he was being watched.

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For Sarena, life in Scotland was easy since she was one of the most loved person in the town. Her day had started out normal, and she had woken up and gotten ready for the day. She was in a sky blue sun dress as she made her way to the school where she taught. Just a year ago, she'd been preparing to take her daughter, Amela to school with her as she taught now that she was beginning to talk.

Then her daughter had gotten sick, and she felt completely useless since she couldn't help her daughter. Once her daughter had died, she couldn't find a way to live. Then she became a teacher, and teaching children was her way to live, helping them learn.

She'd reached the school, and within the hour, children began to arrive. During the day, she was bright and energized, towards the end, she was getting a bit lazy and let the kids do what they wanted since they finished early. When it was time for them to go home, a little boy came up to her and handed her a flower from his mothers garden. "Oh it's beautiful" she said in a thick scottish accent.

She smelled the flower and the boy ran off with a giggle. She smiled and took some books from the school and began walking home, saying hi and smiling at everyone who said hi or looked at her.

When she'd gotten home, there was something strange in her home. It looked like a portal of some sort? She put the flower and books down and looked at it curiously, wondering what it was. After a few minutes of observing, it sucked her into it, and she appeared in some dark place.

The place made her scared, and she began to breath heavily as she tried to figure out where she was.

"Here you go, stay out of trouble."
the guard behind the wire mesh smiled almost tauntingly at Henry as her pushed a plastic tray through the compartment below. Inside was a few items- A silver zippo lighter (not his), a old and very out of date cell phone, one pocket knife, and a silver ring.

with a roll of his eyes Henry grabbed his belongings and walked away from the scene. He scanned the booking room where he saw Duraham, North Carolina's best and brightest. one man was hunched over hugging his knees with a small trendil of spit connecting his mouth to the bare concrete below, a woman was snapping in the air and following her fingers with wild and frantic eyes, and some person (gender unknown because they were wearing a hoodie and curled into a ball) was slumped against the wall in the fetal position.

Henry walks through the heavy steel door out into the night air and soaks it in- he was still high from the hit he had taken a couple hours before but he knew it would drop soon and when it did...He couldn't think about that, right now he just needed to get to a dealer- the only issue being that no one was stupid enough to sell this close to the police department and he had now way of getting there in time. the fear was building.

He began walking down the sidewalk smiling contently at anyone who passed it- but everyone looked at him with fear or confusion. I mean could he blame them? with his wild hair and the mascara caked under his eyes he didn't look like someone you would want to talk to. after walking for an hour the high was completely gone. and he started feeling the burn in the pit of his stomach, a feeling he was all too familiar with
"No, nonono, no" he rushed into an alley way and pulled up the sleeve on his jacket just as he felt the burn begin in his finger tips. he looked at his hand as they started to fall apart like particles and blow away in a wind that he couldn't feel.
it started slow but began building until his whole body was collapsing into the dust.
"****!"
he was gone in just an instant. and then he was back- this time outside an old house somewhere far away from where he started. He didn't know where he was but this wasn't the first time this has happened and it won't be the last.

he kept his brain numb with drugs so this didn't happen but he couldn't get a hold of anything so now it happened again. he teleported somewhere on the planet and didn't know where the hell he was.

((While any one can join my RP if they like, please PM me or refer to my LFRP post first so there aren't any surprises. I'm sorry, I should have mentioned that before hand. My bad))

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