Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 15:04:34</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e63/consortium11/7892f069-c958-4e6b-8869-363685cb33ef.jpg)</div><br><em><em>OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169359.0)<br>Character Sheets and background information (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.0)</em></em><br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u">Fairview Woods - Just outside the Campus</span><br><br>The woods of Fairview were normally quiet. Dark, mysterious, able to be both breathtakingly pretty and heartbreakingly sinister in the way only woods could be, there was normally a serene sense of tranquillity that wafted through them as if carried on a breeze. People came to the woods of course, sitting as they did between the campus of the college and the town, but they came to be at peace, to commune with nature, to hike, to trail, to watch or just to relax. One could lose themselves in these woods, under the majestic trees, letting time drift by. It was a place for quiet contemplation, for meditation, for rest, for relaxation.<br><br><strong>“Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug!”</strong><br><br>Not tonight then...<br><br>No, tonight was not a night for quiet relaxation or for deep contemplation. No, instead tonight was a night for shots, for beers, for cheap wine, for hard liquor and possibly certain illegal substances. It was a night for drunken debauchery and the truth was virtually anyone who was anyone was going to be there. College was kicking off and it was an open secret that on the night of this party you came to the woods, got stinking drunk, possibly made a fool of yourself and woke up the next day with a pounding head and a warm body next to you that you didn't recognise. It didn't matter if you were a nerd, a geek a jock, a goth, a gangster or whatever other subculture you wanted to lay claim to. This was college, the best years of your life, the times when memories could be made that would last forever. It was a time to let your hair down, to make friends, to meet lovers, to party, to drink and... in between the fun... eventually get some studying done. And while there would be no studying done tonight, the rest were quickly being ticked off.<br><br>Fairview had its secrets but people either didn't know, didn't care or just buried their heads in the sand and pretended they didn't exist. Mysteries were covered up, secrets buried, bodies disposed of. But what you don't know doesn't hurt you, right? And most of the teenagers cavorting in the woods didn't know a damn thing about what went bump in the night. They didn't know about what rose from the graveyards or what spewed from the Hellmouth. So they went about doing what they did know... underage drinking and illicit sexual encounters.<br><br>The main party was going on in a large clearing where the trees broke ranks and fell back, leaving a&nbsp; meadow that was instantly claimed by the students and other revellers. A large bonfire roared in the centre, crackling as darkness softly fell. Some of the attendees were obviously more prepared than others... a semblance of a stage had been put together, generators hauled in to power amps as one of those college rock bands the play the sort of inoffensive, up-tempo guitar rock that such bands always play did their thing. A whole row of kegs had been rolled out along with a couple of large vats of what was optimistically called “punch”. More cases of beer littered the ground, free for anyone to grab one, glasses of wine were passed around, bottles of vodka, rum and anything else suitably alcoholic opened up and glugged. The party was already in full swing... lots of people dancing to the music from the band, others involved in an impromptu game of flag football, a couple of tables turned into a beer-pong court, hula-hoops being hula'd, a limbo pole being limboed, others sitting and talking by the fire and yet more were splitting off from the main section, new friends being made, old acquaintances renewed. One could find almost any type of pleasure in the dark corners of the woods if one went looking. Of course there were the two certainties of a student party... several people who had hit the drinks a little hard were passed out and others with more amorous intentions were in various stages of hooking up, some more self-consciously, others openly brazen.<br><br>It was going to be a fun night... wasn't it?<br><br><hr><br><em>I'm bored out of my freaking mind</em><br><br>Sam Reid didn't say the thought out loud. He may be bored, but he had no wish to start antagonising people left right and centre. He'd only just arrived in the damn town and he wanted to make some friends at some stage. Telling the crowd how outrageously boring they were wouldn't endear him to anyone. <br><br>Not that he cared that much in all honesty.<br><br>Two girls were flirting with him as he stood by the fire, part of the rolling mass of humanity. Sure there were lots of new arrivals, many from out of town, but he was the new guy with a father who owned the best bar for miles, came from the celebrity hotspot of L.A, and could talk personally of nights spent dancing with whoever the hot new star of the day was. The stereotype of the small town girl wanting to know about the big city was apparently true.<br><br>It's not like the pair were unattractive. They were hot, sure. But when you were used to flirting with stars from TV and films, of doing coke in the toilets with an A-list name, or hanging around while those far more famous than you got their debauched parties going, the attention of two attractive girls from freaking Fairview was never really going to compete. It was all Sam could do to pretend he was still interested in the inane things they were saying. He'd shared a line of coke with Taylor Momsen... these women couldn't compete.<br><br><em>Why the hell did you bring me here Dad? </em><br><br>Sam was sure he'd adapt. He more or less had to. He didn't see his dad snapping out of this grief-induced social coma any time soon, and Sam was at heart a social beast. Soon he'd think the mundane gossip of who was dating who was the most interesting thing in the world. Soon he'd think that the college football team was the only thing to measure success by. Soon he'd think that Fairview wasn't that bad a town. But right now he really, really, really, didn't.<br><br>He sighed as he saw the Quarterback, Maxim or something, take a huge swig from his bottle of whisky, two or three girls hanging around him, desperate for even a glance from the hero of the school. It was Sam's fault for bringing good whisky; he knew that. But it was the first thing he could grab, and he'd had enough of it himself. At least for the moment. Maybe something more... organic... a little later on.<br><br>One of the girls was telling some story, clearly trying to impress him, while the other was busy playing with her hair. Give him a few more weeks here... or hell, just a few more swigs of whisky tonight... and he may be interested but for the moment it was just a bit depressing. How did it come to this? How did he find himself sat in a field rather than perched on a barstool with a fake I.D?<br><br>Surely something would liven this up? And not a drunk football player collapsing into the fire...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 17:30:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/Heroes/100109447_10142008-heroespanettiere_zps65b4380a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scarlett Steel (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>She'd probably been one of the few people to actually show up <i>early</i> to the party.&nbsp; She'd helped set up, though also it was a good time to stash her bag nearby, but away from the party.&nbsp; She put a lock on it, so that someone snooping wouldn't be able to open it easily.&nbsp; The only reason she's here is to protect all of the teens here from anything that <i>does</i> go bump in the night.&nbsp; It's rather difficult to hide the leather bodysuit, but she'd managed it with a well placed leather jacket and zipped it up.&nbsp; She'd pressed out her normally curly hair for this and figured she may as well <i>look</i> like she's going to have a good time.&nbsp; <br><br>While the sun is up that's when she's most relaxed, though as more people gather and the sun sinks below the horizon is when she pulls away from the others.&nbsp; She puts herself close, relatively, to her bag full of wooden stakes, a mini crossbow, an ax, and some silver stakes.&nbsp; She's warm and flirty to anyone that comes up to her, but her eyes always seem to be elsewhere.&nbsp; With this many people here, she's just going to have to rely on hearing a scream, which means not a drop of alcohol for her.&nbsp; Not that her constitution lets her get drunk anyway.&nbsp; Not easily at any rate.<br><br>Still she doesn't want to risk it, no need for Slayer to show up drunk.&nbsp; She reaches into her inner jacket pocket to make sure her paint-on latex mask is still there, in it's case, and in one piece.&nbsp; It'd be easy to apply in an emergency and show up.&nbsp; She leans against a tree chatting with some guy about how cool and rockin' this party is.&nbsp; He noticed she didn't have a drink and offers to go get her one. "No, I'm fine, thanks." But he goes anyway, and Scarlett rolls her eyes.&nbsp; "He'll probably forget on his way there what he was doing." She agrees with Sam, this party is boring.&nbsp; Just the way she likes it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 01:16:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/RyanDavis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Simon Tobias<br><strong>Location</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Simon eyes tracked the crowd , he had a beer in hand but it would be the only drink he'd have this night and in truth he was only drinking this beer to be sociable, three years earlier he'd been to a party and drunk so much that he'd ended up in hospital, he didn't need his parents abject disapproval to resolve never to get drunk again and so far he'd stuck to that. limiting himself to a single beer at parties and never drinking away from them.<br><br>His eyes stopped at one girl she was incredible, as Simon continued to look he began to notice more than her beauty , he noticed the way she stood, the way her eyes moved there was something about her that appealed greatly to Simon.<br><br>"Not bad" His friend Chris said looking at the same girl "I'd give her one" Simon looked at Chris they had been friends since elementary school, well that wasn't quite correct they had known each other since the age of seven but had really only become friends in high school, Chris was a good guy but when it came to females he based his opinion of them on how good looking they were, when he did manage to hook up with a girl it never lasted.<br><br>"Do you know her" Simon asked<br><br>"Dude I wish but I have seen her before a few days ago , I..."<br><br>"SIMON" that voice could only belong to one person and Simon braced himself as he turned to face the caller , she sounded half drunk which was only going to make this conversation loud and messy. It seemed half the crowd had turned to look at the person who screamed his name. <br><br>Emma, they had dated for just over a year, hooking up a few weeks before his sixteenth she was the atypical cheerleader having just made the senior squad, she was very attractive long legs firm arse and great tits, she had taken him two days after his sixteenth. The break up had been hard she wanted him to choose between his friends and her friends, the alpha's... he'd tried to walk that tightrope for as long as he could but it took the death of his friend Jack, from what the police called an animal bite for his relationship with Emma to end, she wanted him to go to a party at a neighbour town instead of attending his friends funeral.<br><br>For weeks after she either hurled abuse it him or was in tears begging to be taken back and then she started dating a college guy and had mostly left Simon alone... but when ever she saw him while she was drunk she was all over him wondering why things hadn't worked out.<br><br>Emma rushed over and gave Simon a giant hug and then stood back and pointed a finger at Simons chest "YOU..." she was unsteady on her feet but was trying to focus "This is my ex boyfriend everyone...my EX , he's a good guy....he'll beat the shit out of any of you...."<br><br>Simon closed his eyes , he didn't need this.<br><br>Emma continued at volume " He's the karate kid..but he does that Maga shit..." Emma laughed "I love you Simon we should get back and be us instead of you and me ...you know I'm sorry...you know it I'm SORRY SORRY SO....." suddenly Emma lost balance and landed on her butt. Two of her girlfriends came forward and looked at Simon apology in their eyes . Simon shook his head and helped them get Emma back on to her feet<br><br>"Take her home" Simon simply said and walked away...his eyes looking once again for that girl he'd seen before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 04:47:05</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Fortula Portoculus<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/023/d/e/helen_of_troy_by_jun_k-d4nb824.jpg)</div></div><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, Scarlet<br><br>Fortula arrived in The Woods in a suitable long dress, wearing flowers in her hair and pretty made up to the nines but looking like a lady with her rainbow flag and pink triangle pin. Its a nice evening for her she picked out her majors ,finally, one a degree in mathematics with a High School teaching credential and her second major in music at least it will please her parents. But she enjoys both. Going around she avoids all the alcohol favoring sealed bottles of Pepsi everyone seems to be ignoring. When she is questioned she is not old enough to drink was the response she gives.<br><br>But she is hard to miss she is exceedingly beautiful, is pleasant and gentle in her demeanor and in a good mood mostly with all the women around.&nbsp; <br><br>Getting a Pepsi she pops the cap off and takes it to a fine looking woman not drinking and hands it to her with a smile to Scarlet ,"Hello a pretty woman should have a drink in her hand even if a Pepsi, I don't like drinking either but there are plenty of soda pop bottles."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 18:09:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/20091104-hayden-panettiere-jimmy-choo-shoes-030.jpg:original)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scarlett Steel (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>With the way Alexis always spoke about the slayer, she's not sure it's worth it to pick out any majors, she's probably going to die within the next couple of years anyway, why put effort into something if it's only going to get ripped away from her?&nbsp; Although, there's a pang in her stomach, a lot of the other kids here might not make it either.&nbsp; At least she knows what's coming and can prepare for it, she even has super powers to help herself out.&nbsp; Of course, she doesn't exactly have the convenience of running away when a vampire attacks, and knows well that they're a lot smarter than animals about hunting, at least...most of the time.&nbsp; There are your dumb as a box of rocks vampires, but they don't tend to last long.<br><br>She's propped a foot up on the tree behind her, letting it rest there, which also gives off that she's relaxing.&nbsp; Truth is, she's chosen this tree for a number of reasons.&nbsp; It's big, no one is going to sneak up behind her very easily, not without coming around the tree, and by that time she'll be able to see them with her sweeping gaze.&nbsp; Second is that because it is a big tree she can shove off of it with that foot, bent at the knee, placing the heel and ball of her foot against it, she'll be able to launch into action if a vampire is dumb enough to attack the crowd.&nbsp; She does have one stake in her jacket sleeve just in case, though her bag is nearby with her thigh holsters for her stakes and a number of other goodies.&nbsp; A lock that she can break off if it becomes necessary.<br><br>Simon seems to have picked up on it, that she's doing a little more than sitting against a tree and chatting.&nbsp; He's probably taught to do much the same with his training.&nbsp; She's noticed him checking her out a couple of times, and she's flashed him a smile after big-dumb-and-jock left to get her that drink.&nbsp; He's not bad looking, and she gives a nod to the drunk girl wandering up to him just before she announces herself.&nbsp; A small flitting smile pulls at the corners of her lips, making her almost wonder if he didn't pay her to do that.&nbsp; Basically shout out his resume to potential girlfriends and also that he is single.<br><br>It works though, Scarlett finds herself imagining what it might be like to be a normal girl, go over and hit on him, or at least throw a few inviting smiles his way to invite him over to talk to her. As is she tears her eyes away and resumes scanning the crowd, looking for anyone that just doesn't <i>fit</i>.&nbsp; Sometimes she wishes she finished that training with Alexis, where she honed her vampire-sense.&nbsp; Although most times you can catch one just by common sense.&nbsp; A fashion mistake, a string of words that are from a decade or more ago.&nbsp; Granted in that way she still has to follow and wait for the attack, it could be someone with just a really bad fashion sense or trying to bring the nineties back.<br><br>When Fortula comes up from her side on one of her sweeps, she'll be able to catch Scarlett's thighs tensing in the body-hugging black leather pants. "Ah, thanks." She pushes the stake back up her sleeve, it'd only come out a centimeter or so, but she'd been ready to launch into stabbing the girl through with it.&nbsp; "Don't sneak up on a girl like that." She laughs a little.&nbsp; A smile hits her lips as she looks up at the taller girl...with bigger boobs.&nbsp; Honestly, it's something she's only occasionally jealous of.&nbsp; Having big boobs would be a terrible distraction while fighting vampires.&nbsp; Not that she has tiny breasts herself, her miracle bra gives her a nice 34C look with ample cleavage, something that right now her jacket is hiding, but as soon as she goes to taking that jacket off, her leather bodysuit accentuates...that and the generous curve of her ass.<br><br>Though right now they can see that plenty well anyway.&nbsp; She takes the drink, noticing the popped top from it already and...holds it near her, without actually taking a sip.&nbsp; She's a little wary of drinks given to her that are already opened.&nbsp; Even if it's a girl.&nbsp; "Thanks for the drink, I'm really not all that thirst though." She could maybe go for some water, but she's far from dehydrated.&nbsp; She notes the rainbow pin, wondering if this girl supports gay rights or is gay herself.&nbsp; Scarlett can't say she's gay, but she also can't say that she's not at least interested in having a fling.&nbsp; Although that would require getting close to someone, close enough to let her guard down.&nbsp; Scarlett isn't about to let anyone close again.<br><br>At least, not that close.&nbsp; She realizes she's eye level with the girl's mouth, and that if she weren't wearing heels it'd be closer to her collar bone. Damn the girl is tall, of course, it doesn't help that Scarlett is a couple of inches below average height either.&nbsp; Still her green eyes look up to meet Fortula's eyes.&nbsp; Pretty face too, really rather stunning actually. "Enjoying the party?" She asks as a way to make small talk. Really it's a rather crappy question, but she'll lead into something more if the girl hangs around.&nbsp; For now she's gone to using her ears to listen for screams, and occasionally darting her eyes around in case there's something to see.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 18:51:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Emily Hartwell<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Emily looked down at her drink.&nbsp; It wasn't the first time she'd been sad and sober and sorta disoriented at a college party.&nbsp; She wasn't sure why she bothered anymore.&nbsp; She'd barely poked her beverage with her tongue -- it was a joke.<br><br>And taking pride in 'not being dumb enough to drink it' was unthinkable.&nbsp; Monstrous.&nbsp; Wrong.&nbsp; And as an actual monster, all of the above freaked her out.<br><br>Freaking out was almost more comfortable.&nbsp; She'd been there often, and she didn't actually want to go back, but the world made more sense in panic mode.&nbsp; Which was a scary thought.&nbsp; She didn't like it one bit and consequently didn't think of it when she really should have.<br><br>She sighed, straightened up, and looked around.&nbsp; Everything was a bit weird, but she chalked that up to being a nerd and basically didn't care.&nbsp; Stuff happened, who knows.&nbsp; She raised her glass, faked another drink (closed lips, maybe a drop or two) and thought it out.&nbsp; She kinda wanted to leave, but it would look bad.<br><br>She didn't need more bad.&nbsp; She had enough fucking bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 04:07:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett Maybe, Open<br><hr><br>Maricza could hear the bass thrum of the music from the party as she approached. She'd not been in town for long, but had already taken care to learn the woods well. Solitude had been her favorite ally for quite some time. Soon as her steps crunched through the deritus of the forest floor, she could see the flicker of the main bonfire. Already she could smell the sweat and adrenaline of hundreds of teenagers. Hundreds of clueless teenagers who had no inkling of what stalked them in this place. But while most vampires that might rear their ugly heads here were determined to drink them dry, Maricza was one committed not to. <br><br>Despite her remarkable willpower, she felt her canines stretch and sharpen ever so slightly as she aproached the crowd. It was a desire to taste them that she used every fibre of her being to fight. She'd gotten her soul back through great sacrifice and had made a vow to never feed on human blood again. She meant to keep it. No, she was no stalker of the night, not anymore. She was here on official business. Or at least unofficial official business as a liason of the Sheriff's department.<br>&nbsp;<br>A bounty hunter by trade, Maricza was often contracted for work they could not deal in directly. In the case of the annual back to school party in the woods, the department is well aware of it, but rather than try to prevent the celebration, (which would take manpower they can't muster, and paperwork they'd prefer not to do) they tend to decide that kids will be kids. On this night only each year, they turn a blind eye to the underage drinking. As a compromise, they send a few undercover liaisons to monitor for problems and help keep the kids safe. She was clad in a vintage but fashionable leather jacket and non-descript jeans. On her shoulder she wore a small satchel containing a first aid kit suited to the occasion. She looked to be in her mid twenties - older than many of the partiers, but she had a young face that prevented her from standing out too much. <br><br>At the treeline before the clearing, she surveyed the revelers at various levels of drunkenness acting like idiots. One boy was chasing a girl around with a bottle of schnapps pathetically begging her to have "Just one drink" with him. A smirk crossed her face as she whispered to herself. "Sure. Just one drink." She removed the opaque glass flask she kept at her hip and licked her lips before taking a swig of the pig blood which she cut with brandy just to make it palatable.<br><br>Steeled for the battle of 'putting up with drunk morons' she began her patrol of the crowd looking for anyone who had injured themselves or had a bit too much to drink. She wasn't here to break up the party, just to aid those that found themselves going too far in their reckless teenage stupidity. <br><br>During one of her passes she smelled something... interesting. It was a scent that had become rather familiar to her in her unique line of work not related to the police department. It was something that most vampires wouldn't even usually detect. Dust. As in the specific dust that remains when a vampire is killed. Maricza could smell just a wisp of dust that shakes off a well used stake if it's moved around. She couldn't be sure with the way the light breeze swayed through, but it might be coming from the vicinity of that blonde over there... Her muscles tensed, preparing to flee if need be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 07:18:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ashleigh%20Valentine/a-stye-session-with-breakout-kings-serinda-swan_zpse9ef5a08.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Valentine<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<hr>Despite being a social creature at heart, Ashleigh Valentine had not planned on attending the back to school bash in the woods. Having been on campus for a few weeks already to workout with the soccer team, she was already over the shiny funness of being a brand new freshman on campus. The title 'freshmeat' had already started to get on her nerves since her teammates called her that every chance they got. However, it seemed her plans to call out for pizza and spend the evening vegged out in front of her tv watching whatever flick was on the campus movie channel well null and void since the captain of the soccer team decided everyone needed to go out and let loose. Apparently, that decision trumped her own wishes. Why else had she scrambled to run a brush through her hair and hastily slip into a denim skirt that left the lengthy expanse of her legs bare instead of the yellow smiley face boxers she'd had on in her room to be ready 10 minutes after the knock and subsequent demand was made at her door?<br><br>Now here she was, trudging through the woods with a bunch of other girls already in various states of inebriation, singing stupid songs loudly into the night like a bunch of lunatics. Yeah, Ash was pretty sure she'd lost her marbles right along with the rest of the girls on the team but it wasn't all bad. At the very least the girls knew how to keep boredom at bay. <br><br>Reaching into the pocket of her zip up Fairview hoodie, Ash pulled out a Blow-Pop and unwrapped it quickly. Shoving the wrapper back into her pocket her lightly glossed lips parted to allow her to tuck the strawberry flavored sucker into her mouth just as the rowdy bunch of girls spilled into the clearing to join the not-quite-happenin' party. She could only shake her head and laugh as she watched several of them take up dancing with each other almost right away, still clutching their bottles of liquor as they rocked and swayed to the music. She herself hadn't had a drop to drink though it wasn't for lack of others trying to get her to do so. She just figured <em>someone</em> should be sober in the group to make sure none of the crazy biotches wandered into the street or went off alone into the woods to be hacked up by an escaped axe murderer... <br><br>Yeah, okay so she watched too many movies but still, the point was the same. Though how she was gonna keep an eye on 15 other girls was beyond her. She'd do her best but she wasn't a buzz kill nor was she anybodies mom so some of those chicks were gonna be on their own. <br><br>Looking around, Ash spotted several people chilling on the fringes of the party while others seemed intent to make drunken asses of themselves. Some folks were getting loud for whatever reason, while some of her own teammates had already set up shop near the drinks and were trying to get drinking games going, others mingled and flirted their asses off, while others still seemed to be trying their best to put on a peepshow of sorts. Ash wasn't even surprised to spot her brother attempting to dry hump a girl against a tree and just rolled her eyes. Lifting a hand she pretended to shield her face so she could wander a bit further away from him and his amorous ways. She was as down to have a good time as the next chick but this party was looking more lame than anything by her standards. Maybe there was some food around...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 18:27:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Fortula Portoculus<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/023/d/e/helen_of_troy_by_jun_k-d4nb824.jpg)</div></div><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, Scarlet<br><br>Well its a fine party but getting drunk and all causes issues, last thing I want to do is wake up next to some man and maybe pregnant after and come one when making love to a woman I prefer to be sober so I can enjoy it and my partner as close to that as possible. Mind you I don't mind a drink from time to time a wine cooler but I'm not legally old enough to drink. But the music is nice as is the view many attractive women some clearly mature enough not to get plastered. Fortula looks over the woman in front of her much like a man would to Scarlet but seems more tasteful assessing her.<br><br>Smiling she adds If your worried about the drink being drugged I'll take that one can get you an unopened Pepsi, no one is touching them for some reason? Fortula is not stupid she gets why the beautiful woman with her is not drinking her soda.<br><br>Turning she looks over the women there most are way to drunk to be fun company at the moment so just enjoys the ones at a wet t-shirt and panties contest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 18:56:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e63/consortium11/8bb9cd32-4a6c-4103-8295-ce81259a62e7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Azorin (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948148#msg7948148)<br><strong>Location: The Woods</strong> <br><strong>Tag: Open</strong> <br><hr><br>Typing in “just to see what happens” in Google (remembering the quotation marks of course) renders about 11,900,000 results. It is perhaps slightly less impressive than you might imagine... “Justin Beiber” manages to garner about 401,000,000 but it is still a significant number. It appears that there is a part of the human condition that makes people want to do something... anything... just to see what the reaction will be. A part of them that wants to be the catalyst to changes around them, that wants to observe what happens as life takes a somewhat unexpected turn. Good or bad, right or wrong, there is a part of humanity that simply to throw a stone into the calm pool of existence, to watch the ripples and ride the waves. Perhaps you could call it a “fascination”, maybe even simply a “whim” but there is a force there that demands change, that demands chaos, that takes a sense of pleasure from doing something “just to see what happens” and then sit back and watch how others react.<br><br>That urge, that fascination, that whim... it's not limited to humans.<br><br>What is life (or unlife) but a series of experiences? Some vivid, some mundane. Is that not what we describe life as? An as we lie on our deathbed, as old ages settles down on us like a funeral shroud, as breath begins to still and we feel ourselves slipping away, how many of us will look back at our lives and be happy that we didn't have enough vivid experiences? That there weren't enough dramatic chapters to our lives? That we didn't have enough passion, that we didn't stand on the edge? How many would be happy with that? If all life is an experience then surely it is better for those experiences to be vivid, to be dramatic, to be so real we can remember the touch and the taste? To be dangerous, to get he heart pumping, to get the nerves tingling, to make our hair standing on end. Not to be beige. Not to be safe. Not to be boring. Not to be mundane. Life is a gift too precious to waste on mundane things.<br><br>Azorin was here to grant our wishes.<br><br>Once, on one of the rare occasions when he deigned to lower himself to fellow demon company, he had been playing poker with a Serparvo Demon. He'd been doing rather well when the demon remarked that he thought Azorin may be a low-level empath, able to siphon and feel the emotions of others. Azorin had pondered the thought for a long time. There was no doubt he did derive pleasure from others, their thoughts, their feelings, their reactions. But he did not believe it was though empathy. He could not simply look at someone and immediately tell how they were feeling without any other stimulus. More, his pleasure was more intellectual than physical. He did not feel someone’s joy, their hope or their despair itself. He took pleasure from watching them react, to seeing their joy, their hope or their despair. He perhaps shared some similarities with an empath but he was no one himself. At least he did not think so. How would he react if he was? What would he feel, what would he do?<br><br>It was an intriguing question.<br><br>Azorin fed off emotion, off reactions, off the way the ripples swept across a calm pool. Not literally; he was a demon but not that sort of demon. He lived... if lived is the right term... to see and observe how people reacted to the world around them. Humans... with their myriad emotions, quirks, fears and ambitions... were a wonderful species. He had been told that vampires could live off the blood of any mammal but that human blood was a particular treat... once tasted hard to give up. Azorin suspected he was rather the same. Demons were so... generic. For every one demon who showed something special there were hundreds who were copies of each other, the lack of a soul seemingly neutering their individuality, their ability to react in any but the most obvious of ways. But humans? You could give a dozen humans the same stimulus and there would be a dozen different reactions. A wonderful species indeed.<br><br>And if life is a collection of experiences... and if we want those experiences, whether good or bad, to be as vivid as possible, to be as memorable as possibe, then who are you to say that Azorin is wrong when he creates those experiences for you? When he decides to throw in a pebble, when he decides to control the ripples?<br><br>Not that he intended to cause any such chaos today. Through his many years of life Azorin had found that there was often little need for him to interfere when humans of a certain age gathered together. Especially if alcohol was present. No, these humans were perfectly capable of creating their own experiences with no input from him. Wonderful, vivid experiences. These puppets did not need a puppet master... they were tug their own strings, locking together and falling apart until they became a tattered mess of twisted threads, wrapped together despite themselves. Oh, he did like college students and he did like the things they did. Already there was one girl making a scene of herself over what he presumed was an ex-boyfriend. Oh, the emotions, the experiences... the embarrassment, the sadness, the hint of anger, the slight touch of lust...<br><br>So Azorin, in a form that was utterly mundane, an appearance that no-one would note, quietly made his way around the party, simply observing and noting what was going on.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/mens_penguin_sweater_nordstrom.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Reid (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948132#msg7948132)<br><strong>Location: The Woods</strong> <br><strong>Tag: Open</strong> <br><hr><br>Sam was still bored.<br><br>The quaterback guy still had Sam's bottle of whisky in his hand, although he appeared to be less interested in that then he was in the the girl he was currently dry humping against a tree. It was all a bit banal to Sam but frankly, even if the guy had lost interest in the alcohol Sam wasn't going to interrupt him to ask for it back. There was an old saying that “alcohol is the social lubricant” and Sam could see the truth of it here. The amount of fun someone was having at the party seemed to directly correlate to the amount of liquor that was currently sloshing its way through their system. Sam couldn't say he particularly blamed them... he was quite tempted to drink himself into a stupor just to get this all over with. He'd taken a few decent drinks beforehand, got the first hint of a buzz flowing through his system although that was starting to fade. But there were things other than alcohol to help one have a good night. Things rolled, smoked and snorted.<br><br>But first he was hungry.<br><br>The girls with him were telling yet another inane story, this time about some “crazy” party when they were still at highschool. Sam didn't care. He didn't care about the party, he didn't care about them, he couldn't even remember their names. He didn't care that they were interested in him and he didn't even care that he was being pretty obvious with his distaste. Not that the pair seemed to notice, their eyes already slightly vacant from the amount they'd drunk. A glance over his shoulder as more whoops and cheers went up showed a group of women arriving, seemingly friends. Sports team he guessed from the various chants and songs (and he used the term loosely) they were bellowing out. Future of the nation this lot, drunk out of their minds and doing things they'd never admit to their parents about.<br><br>There was one plus-side of looking over his shoulder however. Some ingenious people had managed to set up a barbecue and get it going, despite regular interference from people pouring beer and various other drinks onto it. One guy actually appeared to be taking it seriously rather than just throwing chunks of raw meat on and waiting for them to be black on the outside and raw on the inside. Perhaps there was hope of something at least somewhat edible being available. As long as he got there early.<br><br>There were a few polite words to the girls, mentions of how he found their story really interesting, of how he'd loved spending time with them, how he'd be back in a moment and would absolutely love to hear them talk about whatever the hell it was they intended to talk about. Then Sam was up, quickly brushing down his jeans (far too expensive to be worn on a night like this, but needs must) and his t-shirt (likewise) and turning towards the barbecue as the first wafts of cooked meat and vegetables washed over him. He fumbled in his pockets, making sure it was still there. It was.<br><br>Food first, then something a little more fun...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 02:21:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/20091104-hayden-panettiere-jimmy-choo-shoes-030.jpg:original)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scarlett Steel (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Fortula, Maricza-ish, <del>Ashleigh</del> Legs, Simon, Azorin-ish<br><hr><br>Scarlett smiles at the girl she's talking with, tilting her chin up just slightly to make sure she keeps eye contact.&nbsp; First she's uppity, only picking non-drunk girls, pretty weird for coming out to a party in Scarlett's opinion but she doesn't voice it.&nbsp; Then she covers the opposite end, she likes drinking but not getting plastered.&nbsp; She's assuming just because Fortula doesn't want to offend Scarlett, just in case there's some kind of a chance that she does get offended.&nbsp; Still Scarlett smiles as she's caught red-handed.&nbsp; "Ah, busted.&nbsp; No offense, I don't know you.&nbsp; You're pretty and all, I just don't know if that means I should trust you, or not trust you more." She winks and shrugs. "A new bottle would be fine." Technically that could be drugged as well, but it'd require either a syringe or some knowledge of the mystic arts.&nbsp; But then, if the girl knew that, why not just blow some enchanted dust in Scarlett's face?<br><br>Less obvious, she supposes, again she's just starting to be paranoid.&nbsp; As Fortula (presumably) follows up on her offer to go get a pepsi she resumes looking over the grounds.&nbsp; Her eyes first land on a girl wearing an incredibly short skirt with mile-long legs.&nbsp; She's fit, those thighs aren't made for modeling, more like crushing a soccer ball into oblivion.&nbsp; And as she passes, she notices the nice curve of her ass matches those long legs and Scarlett's previous assumption that she's probably in athletics, likely in something were running and powerful legs are needed.&nbsp; She wears a hoodie on top of it, popping out a sucker and Scarlett finds her eyes wrapped around Legs' lips.&nbsp; <br><br>If Fortula is tall, then Legs is a fucking Amazon.&nbsp; A brief fantasy brings them both to her bed tonight, maybe along with Mr. Krav Maga.&nbsp; Scarlett only indulges herself for a moment.&nbsp; She narrows her eyes suddenly.&nbsp; She has these...gut feelings that something is about to go horribly wrong.&nbsp; Her eyes flicker about, unknowingly landing on Azorin a couple of times before moving on, but also finds another older woman staring right at her.&nbsp; One almost blends into the crowd a little too well, the other doesn't make any effort to do so.&nbsp; <br><br>There's something <i>off</i> about the woman.&nbsp; Stylish? Check.&nbsp; Looking over the crowd...yeah but so is Scarlett, and she heard about the police having under-covers out here tonight.&nbsp; So what is it?&nbsp; Normally there's this soulless look to a vampire's eyes.&nbsp; "I hear ya." She pats her stomach, not for need of food, she'd eaten earlier, but her gut is telling her something is off.&nbsp; She tenses, angling just a little bit to face in Maricza's direction, damn near daring her to make a move.&nbsp; Scarlett narrows her eyes, looking right at her breasts.&nbsp; No...she's looking for the rise and fall of her chest.&nbsp; It's hard to see in the flickering flames though.&nbsp; It may be a better sign if the other woman runs...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 03:34:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/RyanDavis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Simon Tobias<br><strong>Location</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>"This isn't like you" Chris said suddenly "You do know you're getting looks from a hell of a lot of these babes and some of them are...well babes..."<br><br>"I'm not..." Simon interrupted his friend and was in turn interrupted.<br><br>"Your only interested in one girl here...the blond by the tree so the question remains why haven't you gone up to her and just talked...you know she'd been looking at you" Chris reasoned his own eyes flicking to a drunk girl who had arrived with the loud group a few minutes earlier, she was looking intently at them both and as Chris's eyes met hers she moved a beer bottle to her lips and then opened her mouth and let the bottle neck slip past her lips and started moving the bottle neck in and out if her mouth...Chris was quite distracted when Simon spoke again.<br><br>"Theres something more about this girl, the way she's looking around where she's standing....she's not...." Simon was again interrupted.<br><br>"Yeah , yeah your spidey sense is active again... maybe you just don't have the balls...look Simon ..." Chris paused the girl was no longer sucking a beer bottle, she was moving a finger along her top effectively tracing the curve of her upper breasts her tongue licking her lips and her eyes had that 'come here' look...or&nbsp; was it a 'fuck me hard look' ".....look Simon go to her , talk to her, charm her, fuck her whatever man, just don't look at her like a lost puppy because that's not you" with that Chris left his friends side and started talking to the girl who had been eyeing them up, within two minutes her was kissing her hard his hand exploring the beauty.<br><br>Simon sighed, Chris was mostly right , he normally had no fear of trying to talk to girls but that didn't mean inside he was a bunch of nerves and there really was something about this girl, something beyond the way she looked, she was a predator she stood like one and her eyes moved like one... the question was , what was her prey. But it was more than that, there really was something about this girl.<br><br>Suddenly her eyes focused and Simon own eyes tracked along the line of that stare and saw an older women, late twenties bit of a babe, well a lot of a babe, turning his head back to the blond , Simon decided to move towards her , he wanted to talk to her , maybe even something beyond that ..it didn't help that she seemed to have a friend with her, why did girls stay in packs?...oh dear Lord please don't let her be a lesbian, I don't think I could handle that.<br><br>A few feet from the blond Simon stopped she really was focused on this woman and Simon again looked at the older woman but he couldn't see what was so interesting beyond her looks...please don't be a lesbian, his inner voice begged<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 04:01:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett, Open<br><hr><br>As Maricza stood there sizing up the blonde across the clearing, the tension in the air became almost tangible as the blonde stared back at her. The two women spent moments sizing one another up. The vampire struggled with whether to calmly approach and attempt to explain or flee. She was broken from her thoughts by an angry cry from the left as a girl of maybe seventeen struggled to pull away from a college boy. The girl futilely kicked at his shins while he held her wrist. "No! You're drunk and I don't want to, Brant! Let go!" The girl's shout was loud enough to turn quite a few heads. <br><br>The boy was either too intoxicated or too horny to care what she said or that people were now watching. He continued to try to drag her away into the darkness. He sneered at her. "Jus shutup n give it up, Anne. Nobody likesa prude."&nbsp; <br><br>Maricza knew she would take a big risk in breaking eye contact with Scarlett, but she couldn't stand by and let a teenage girl get sexually assaulted either. So she gave Scarlett a soulful yet tormented look and resigned that she would help this girl no matter what. With one swift motion she crossed the space between her and the dueling couple and separated them. She kept a firm grip on the boy's wrist to allow the girl room to get away. She felt him struggle but she held him fast. Her voice was ever so slightly accented by a European twinge that was hard to place. "She told you no." She could hear his heart racing and blood pumping. To be so close and not partake, it was torture that she had taught herself to cope with.<br><br>Brant took a limp drunken swung at Maricza but it was easily avoided. A few more swings warranted a quick sweep of the knees courtesy of her boot that tumbled him to the ground. Resigning himself to the fact that he was in no condition to fight, the boy hissed at her. "Who da hell are youuuu anywayyy? This's none-a yer businesssss bitchhhh."&nbsp; <br><br>She was surprised at herself for even bothering to respond to his comment. "Maybe she's my sister. Furthermore, no one deserves to have a stupid - Well I'm loathe to call you a man - boy like you decide what to do with her body. You might say I have a deep personal problem with men who use force to get their way. So I suggest you leave before I break you." For emphasis, she twisted his wrist until she felt the joint straining against the sinew. The kid shouted for her to stop and she coolly released his arm without breaking it. "Leave my sight, <em>govno jedno</em>."<br><br>Once the boy had run off into the woods, a few bystanders broke into brief applause. The girl approached her to offer thanks. "Wow, you were kinda awesome... " She mumbled nervously, obviously shaken up. "Thanks..." <br><br>Maricza nodded but avoided looking straight at the girl, instead keeping her face turned away from the fire. "No problem. You should go home. You're shaking like a leaf."<br><br>The girl nodded and disappeared into the crowd.<br><br>Maricza touched a hand to her face to ensure none of her vampire visage was showing through. Once she confirmed that her face was fully human, she looked back towards the girl who smelled of Vampire dust. Maricza cast her a fearless glance, and instead of running, she paused, took a deep breath and nonchalantly continued her patrol. After all, maybe after two hundred years she was just getting tired of the same old <em>sranje</em>. Maybe she would welcome death if the slayer presented it to her tonight. Or maybe her damned gypsy intuition suggested that for once she'd finally run into a slayer who wasn't just going to stake first and ask questions later.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 13:23:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://kaispace.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/fc-jack.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eric Caulfield (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948143#msg7948143)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><hr><br><strong>"SIMON!"</strong>&nbsp; It was the first thing Eric heard aside from the music being played by some band he'd likely never hear of again.&nbsp; He was just breaking through the wall of trees, wondering what the hell he was doing there, but the sudden exclamation caught his attention.&nbsp; He turned to look at the young woman, his gaze remaining upon her as she continued her scene.&nbsp; She was definitely nice enough to look at, and based on what she was saying, she would be a pretty easy mark.&nbsp; She was already drunk, emotionally vulnerable, and craved attention.&nbsp; He was surprised she didn't already have four dicks inside her.&nbsp; He watched her another moment, taking a sip from a flask that he carried, picturing what kind of lay she'd be.&nbsp; She looked at least a decade younger than he was, not that that bothered him.&nbsp; After all, three years ago he'd been engaged to a sixteen year old girl, and if he met a sixteen year old like that again, he knew he'd not feel any reservation about getting inside her.&nbsp; He wasn't here for a sixteen year old, though.&nbsp; There was someone very specific he was here for.<br><br>Without looking down, he re-screwed the cap on his flask and slid it into a pocket, an act he'd learned over the past year to manage flawlessly even after being a bit hammered.&nbsp; Reaching into another pocket, he pulled out the letter he'd been given.&nbsp; "She needs you," it said.&nbsp; He knew that Scarlett needed him.&nbsp; He'd known since he'd walked in on her while she was on the phone.&nbsp; Walking out into the open area, he headed toward the refreshment table and grabbed a beer, pulling out his key chain complete with bottle opener.&nbsp; He downed half of it in one swig, unaware of the taste, not that the taste would have mattered to him.&nbsp; He slowed down a bit for the rest of the bottle, eyeing the unofficial wet t-shirt competition going on nearby.&nbsp; Pulling the bottle up for another sip, he became irritated to discover it was empty.&nbsp; With mild prejudice, he tossed the bottle in a large trash can near the table.<br><br><em>Where the hell is she?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 06:19:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett, Fortula, Ashleigh, Open<br><hr><br>Parties weren't really Jack's thing. He was a cynic, sure, and maybe a bit of a misanthrope, though he did find it entertaining to watch people make fools of themselves. It did very little to change his worldview. Still, a chance to get shitfaced and laid was a chance to get shitfaced and laid, and he wasn't going to pass it up. However, the most entertaining thing he saw that night came when he was nonchalantly sipping at what tasted like motor oil but was supposed to be whiskey. To be specific, it was a woman who looked just a tad over the typical college age absolutely mopping the floor with some drunk kid he thought he recognized from one of the humanities classes he usually slept through. Admittedly though, to him, it didn't look like much of an achievement. Hell, he could probably have taken that guy if he'd had the mind to.<br><br>He tossed what was left of his drink into a bush, evidently put off enough by the taste that he wasn't feeling like partaking any more from that particular whiskey. He instead reached for his smartphone and opened up one of his browser apps, one that routed through a few proxy servers. He preferred that his transmissions be secure, after all. Jack figured he should check up on the goings on in the little community he had discovered and found himself immerse in lately. A blogger had updated recently. Something about the local spookies not being as bold and daring recently, sticking more to the shadows than usual. "Curious," Jack muttered, thumbing through for something besides a glance at the title and a cursory scan of the post.<br><br>However, his attention was diverted by a redhead (who he judged had definitely had it colored that way) ended up next to him in a fit of tipsy giggles, and complimented him on his glasses. Something about "brainy is the new sexy." Honestly, Jack wasn't quite drunk enough yet for that. He excused himself from the redhead and made his way over to one of the tables laden with food and alcohol. He poured himself another drink, vodka judging by a quick check of the label once it was in his hand, and meandered a little aimlessly into the crowd. He passed by a short-ish blonde, accompanied by another blonde who was a bit taller than average, and a positively statuesque brunette who looked even a bit taller than him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 00:12:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Fortula Portoculus<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/023/d/e/helen_of_troy_by_jun_k-d4nb824.jpg)</div></div><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, Scarlet<br><br>Fortula taking the opened Pepsi goes to get a couple more taking the cooler and went to the barbecue to grab some food. Nothing fancy some hot dogs and things she can take with her. The music was loud, most of the people drunk or on their way and save for a new wet woman lesbian make out contest it was kind of boring for her. And the girls in the contest were clearly to drunk to have fun with.<br><br>"Hey, dyke, all you need is some serious deep dicking from a real man or men!," some ski&nbsp; heads showed up drinking and talking tough now directing their attention to her as she started back to her new friend dragging the foam cooler.<br><br>Ignoring them she walks back which just makes the men more aggressive. Once she clears the crowd on pulls out a knife and shows it. "Be a good dyke when we are done your going to love cock, now get out of your dress or else.," the four men surround her one armed the others not to concerned.<br><br>"Well if I meet some MEN and not BOYS I might consider it, as it is you disgust me.," backing up Scarlett sees her and anyone near her when two men move to grab her as she is just standing there and two take each arm as the one with the knife starts cutting off her dress and the last man holds her upper legs. She has a very nice body.<br><br>[tag]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 01:45:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett, Fortula, Ashleigh, Open<br><hr><br>Jack rolled his eyes and remarked dryly to no one in particular, "Oh, look, rape. How charming." In most other situations, he would let it play, but this particular act still managed to truly raise his hackles. Well, if he was to do anything resembling heroics, he might as well get on with it. <br><br>He tapped the apparent leader of the group on the shoulder. "Er... not to be 'that guy,' but you're not exactly doing yourself a favor. There are witnesses. Lots of witnesses. And not all of them are going to forget this by tomorrow. And lots of them have cell phones. With cameras. That take pictures and video. Also, I'm fairly certain there was another guy here who tried to pull a similar stunt to this little escapade earlier. He got his ass handed to him by some random stranger from the crowd. If I were you, I might suggest dialing back the creepy vibes and putting down the knife," he said, with a tone positively dripping with condescension. <br><br>If nothing else, it might serve as a distraction until someone who could actually fight Meathead McBeerbreath saw what was happening. Jack hoped he didn't get stabbed in the meantime. That would ruin his whole day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 02:14:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/RyanDavis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Simon Tobias<br><strong>Location</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Simon heard the guy point out the weakness in the group of fours little plan, why did oxygen thieves never think about getting away with their crimes, moving past the speaker Simon smiled and walked right up to the guy holding the knife and without preamble sent a fist to the guys wrist followed almost immediately by Simons other fist which struck the guys closed hand the thugs fist opened and the knife dropped before he could yell out in pain&nbsp; the thug heard a crack as Simon kicked his shin bone, then a fist struck the guy in the face and broke his nose...one down, then Simon heard two knives flick open<br><br>He was calm as he turned to face the knife holders his eyes looking at all three guys waiting for the attack that would come, the crowd nearby had fallen silent the only sound was coming from a guy on the ground mixing pain with curses, suddenly a voice said "We're going to cut you" <br><br>Simon smiled he knew who was going to come at him first, and then as predicted ...that guy attacked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 02:41:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/20091104-hayden-panettiere-jimmy-choo-shoes-030.jpg:original)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Slayer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Idiots 1-4, Fortula, Maricza-ish, Simon<br><hr><br>Scarlett gets a front row seat to the guy and the seventeen year old girl.&nbsp; She'd dropped that leg and started to slip around the tree when someone <i>else</i> intervenes.&nbsp; That woman, the one she'd damn near pegged as a vampire stops it.&nbsp; "What the fu'?" She nearly finds her jaw on the ground as the woman not only stops the activities from going down but stops before breaking the guy's wrist.&nbsp; Either she's an incredibly cunning vampire...or she's....&nbsp; Scarlett doesn't know.&nbsp; She thought she might be wrong about it all, some second slayer perhaps?&nbsp; But then she's turning away, keeping her face in shadow and feeling it.&nbsp; Some might assume feeling her sinuses, keeping a migraine at bay, but Scarlett...no she's checking for the bumpy-facedness of a vampire.<br><br>She lets the stake in her sleeve slip down to her hand again when something else grabs her attention, Fortula coming back with the whole freaking case of cokes.&nbsp; Her lips quirk up but then there again are some idiots, numbered one through four in a quick assessment of the leader and his cronies, and they go from words to action pretty quick.&nbsp; As soon as the knife is flicked out, she's in motion.&nbsp; Though the only one likely to have a vantage point on her disappearing act is Simon.&nbsp; It's nothing fancy, simply slipping around the other side of the tree and probably not quite meeting up to Simon's expectations of what he wanted her to be.<br><br>The tree provides more than something to lean against, in fact she slips around to the shadow which casts her in a near perfect blackness.&nbsp; Her&nbsp; leather jacket is unzipped and is peeled away from her bare shoulders and arms.&nbsp; She reaches her bag in record time, pulling the mask out, slipping it over her features, the skin-tight domino mask doesn't do a whole lot, but at the same time it does keep people guessing.&nbsp; It's likely that the mask won't completely fool Simon or Fortula that had seen her for long periods before that, but others would rationalize it away, hell even they might do the same thing.&nbsp; <br><br>The domino mask secured to her face (takes maybe a couple of seconds, and the leather jacket tucked away, she quickly straps the wooden stakes onto one thigh, silver stakes/crosses onto the other, with a few straps and premade holsters for such a thing, and then she's pulling her hair up into a fast and messy ponytail.&nbsp; And then...she's up and off again.&nbsp; <br><br>When she comes back into sight again she finds Simon dispatching the first guy that was cutting away Fortula's dress.&nbsp; She comes out of the darkness at super speeds.&nbsp; There's&nbsp; silver zipper that's half undone on the black, sleeveless, leather catsuit showing plenty of her creamy cleavage.&nbsp; Especially with the cross as the charm on the zipper.&nbsp; Normally she'd have one of the stakes out, ready to stab a vampire, right now she doesn't.&nbsp; She instead stops behind them and shouts at them.<br><br>"Hey boys!" She pops her hips to one side and wait for them to look at her tits. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" That...does not work here, she's tiny.&nbsp; And yet they don't have time to respond by the time she closes the distance, grabs the two newly brandished knives, kicks one in the stomach, then the head before he can double over, knocking him out. She yanks the other towards her with strength she shouldn't rightly have, driving her elbow into his solar plexus to knock the wind from him, she drives her knee into his crotch.&nbsp; As he doubles over she grabs his head with her now free-hand (since the other guy is out cold) and drops to the ground, driving his face into the top of her head.&nbsp; The last guy, just takes a boot to the face as he comes at her, and drops to the ground.&nbsp; In the time it took Simon to take out the leader,&nbsp; Slayer had taken out three.<br><br>And she doesn't appear to be winded.&nbsp; Her eyes find Simon. "Thanks." She flashes him a smile.&nbsp; Yes, she's quite different indeed.&nbsp; "Are you okay, miss?" she then turns to Fortula, acting every bit like the superheroine that she's now dressed up as.&nbsp; She's looking to see if Fortula recognizes her or not.&nbsp; If not, then she's fine, if so, she may well have to tell her to hush before giving her away.&nbsp; <i>My god if that didn't rile me though.&nbsp; I hope that guy doesn't think I'm gay for checking on this girl like this.</i> In that vain she does glance back to Simon...he seemed earlier to have been approaching her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 03:49:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/RyanDavis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Simon Tobias<br><strong>Location</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong> Slayer Fortula Jack any<br><br><hr><br>Simon was amazed he'd never seen anyone move so fast and take out three guys like that, even his grandfather at his best couldn't do what she had done in the time it had taken, he was impressed...he was in love. He was very observant<br><br>The mask aside this girl was the same girl who had been standing so resolutely by the tree and who now wasn't if his peripheral was correct, besides she hadn't exactly changed her clothing except for the jacket, Simon smiled he really wanted to get to know this girl the cleavage view just an added bonus<br><br>Simon walked up to her "I'm Simon" he said aloud and then quietly added "I was hoping to talk to you before so when your ready maybe we can chat, because I think you might just be the most intriguing person I have ever met" then he smiled "and just so you know I thought that before these idiots... "referring to the thugs&nbsp; "....had their brain freeze" <br><br>Then looking at the other girl Simon smiled holding his hand out to help her up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 04:46:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett, Fortula, Simon, Open<br><hr><br>Jack was surprised. People acted more quickly than usual in this case. When there's something like this happening, after all, it's in human nature to just pretend it's not happening. God knows there's been enough superheroes and vigilantes from fiction who had been inspired by Kitty Genovese, but that was after the fact and, of course, fictional. Still, he was impressed with the speed that the group was put on the ground. Another college-age guy had been able to take down the one with the knife, but the other three had been floored by someone he thought he had seen in the crowd earlier, but couldn't be sure: a blonde in a catsuit who evidently hadn't nailed down the pre-asskicking one-liners yet.<br><br>However, he had an air of nonchalance and derision to maintain so he maintained it. "I didn't know this was a costume party, Selene. Otherwise I would've brought my crushed velvet," he said after approaching the two girls and Simon, pretending to idly check his nails while eying the cleavage on display. He added, "Jack, in case you were wondering."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 06:11:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Fortula Portoculus<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/023/d/e/helen_of_troy_by_jun_k-d4nb824.jpg)</div></div><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, Scarlet<br><br>Fortula looks at the woman in the costume and looks her over then shamelessly and naked mostly now says ,"Thank you beauty." The gently taking her head in her hands moves in for a kiss and not a quick one thanking her in her usual and favorite way with other women but doesn't push it but the intent is pretty clear. But is not going to demand it if her masked protector refuses with any resistance.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Scarlet can act as she wishes but Fortula really wants to really thank her savior.&nbsp; :-*</div></div><br>"At least some men are Real Men and thanks for the help.," she talks to the men there and adds a thanks to them.<br><br>Fortula then tears up her dress and makes a simple wrap top and a skirt with some work giving a lot of people a good show. Then puts her lesbian pin right where it can proudly be seen.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 07:10:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.terra.com/addon/img/d6f61fcb003hayden_abcp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Slayer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Fortula, Maricza-ish, Simon, Jack<br><hr><br>"Slayer." She answers Simon, and Jack too as they introduce themselves.&nbsp; Simon lays it on thick forcing pink into Scarlett's cheeks as she finds him, Jack, and Fortula taking no great shame in checking her out.&nbsp; Although that's kind of what it's for, from the cleavage to the figure-hugging leather, even the air of mystery with the mask.&nbsp; She smiles at Jack, and doesn't have much of a defense for that one-liner.&nbsp; She'll blame it on that they're humans when she's used to quipping at vampires.&nbsp; It's really more that not every quip can be a good one!&nbsp; So there.&nbsp; <br><br>She really should get out of here.&nbsp; There's too many people looking at her, and now she <i>knows</i> Simon figured it out.&nbsp; That puts him at risk immediately.&nbsp; Probably Fortula and Jack too just for hanging around.&nbsp; "Well, then, I should--" She finds herself turned towards Fortula. She hadn't been ignoring the girl, more fawning over the two guys that stepped up.&nbsp; Nerdy and hunky.&nbsp; There's a hand gripped around the back of her neck, and while she could shove the other girl away, she doesn't.<br><br>Instead their lips meet, Scarlett being drawn up into the kiss, her arms stiff at her sides with fingers splayed out in surprise. "MRMMPH!" She yelps.&nbsp; It's not altogether unpleasant truth be told, but again she's trying to impress guys here!&nbsp; Then again, maybe guys get off on seeing a girl kissed by another girl.&nbsp; <i>Oh god, that's her tongue.</i> Finding her lips parted, she finally does find her composure and presses her hands against Fortula's shoulders to push away. "Ah...um...wow." She wipes at her lips, though not in disgust, more flushed than anything.<br><br>"Don't get thank-yous like that every day." She quips, eyeing Fortula then the other two guys.&nbsp; "So um, yeah, chat. We should do that some time. Definitely." She was leaving before that kiss, she seems to have forgotten that she was doing such.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 16:10:07</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Fortula Portoculus<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/023/d/e/helen_of_troy_by_jun_k-d4nb824.jpg)</div></div><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, Scarlet<br><br>"I wonder where that girl was I was bringing the sodas and food to, it was all well wrapped the sandwiches should be hot enough.," she knows full well Scarlet saved her and her sex is damp thinking about her and the kiss plus some images in her head mostly the naked and sweaty variety.<br><br>"I brought sodas and some food.," she says returning to the tree and getting out a burger and some packaged A1 steak sauce to put on it then takes a bite still pretty hot all the food is in layered tin foil and that in bags. <br><br>Seeing the guys she offers some she brought plenty. "Dig in and I have lots of Pepsi diet and regular, if you want beer and things there is plenty of that around also.," she says to everyone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 16:22:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://kaispace.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/fc-jack.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eric Caulfield (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948143#msg7948143)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett, Fortula, Open<br><hr><br>While the "girls gone wild" type antics and resulting eye candy had started off a pleasant enough distraction, it had gotten old quickly.&nbsp; He still looked at it, but now with a compelled, irritable focus rather than one of enjoyment.&nbsp; He considered grabbing another bottle, but shook off the thought.&nbsp; He wanted to still be sharp when he ran into Scarlett, or if he ran into the kind of thing that killed Alexis.&nbsp; The brief thought of her caused his jaw to clench.&nbsp; They hadn't been all that close, really, especially given how much they'd turned out to have had in common, and he'd cum more thinking of Scarlett and even Fortula than Alexis, but she had still been a nice woman and a good enough thing.&nbsp; Hell, his life had almost been normal for a bit.<br><br>Some commotion off to the side caught his attention, and he turned to see...suffice to say something he was not prepared for.&nbsp; The first thing he saw was a black haired guy kicking some other guy in the shin.&nbsp; He was ready to dismiss it as some drunken brawl when he saw a shorter woman dressed as though from a low-budget comic book movie jump in and start beating the shit out of multiple guys.&nbsp; Thanks to his letter from Alexis, he knew of one girl that wanted to act like a comic book heroine.&nbsp; <em>There she is.</em>&nbsp; He popped in a breath mint, chewing it up quickly to be done with it by the time he arrived.&nbsp; <br><br>He was even less prepared to hear Fortula's voice as he got nearer.&nbsp; He stood, stunned, watching in disbelief as his nearly-naked ex-lover laid a kiss on the girl he was pretty sure was Scarlett.&nbsp; His response was conflicted, a combination of complete arousal and jealousy and betrayal and who knew what else.&nbsp; He remained silent as Scarlett remarked on the kiss, relieved to see she was surprised and not encouraging more, and looked on with lecherous curiosity as Fortula fashioned crude clothing for herself, wrapping some cloth over her breasts&nbsp; <strong>"Shame to cover those up so soon after a reunion."<strong></strong></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 16:52:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Fortula Portoculus<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/023/d/e/helen_of_troy_by_jun_k-d4nb824.jpg)</div></div><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open, Scarlet<br><br>Fortula looks at Eric not in a bad way she is her usual pleasant self even after she was attacked and almost raped. "Hello Eric its good to see you but wish the circumstances would be better than this. You still look upset I told you why I couldn't marry you I'm gay and my parents attempts at changing that didn't work, I at least gave you my reasons to your face not in a Dear John letter. Give me some credit for that.<br><br>She continues eating her burger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 23:57:00</strong>
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				Another bout of violence broke out when Maricza was on the other side of the massive central bonfire. This time a group of boys had a girl with a rainbow pin at knife-point. They'd crossed the line of bad decisions into the realm of unforgivable ones. They seemed mere moments from gang raping the poor girl. <br><br>It was her job tonight to keep these kids safe, so she made every effort to 'swim' through the crowd. Unfortunately the way it writhed so unpredictably, she was unable to even rely on her superior speed and reflexes to make it across the clearing in time - she didn't want to risk standing out too much. So while she could see the whole situation unfold, by the time she reached the altercation it was already handled. A strange phenomenon. It wasn't like crowds to behave so... Altruistically. Still it was a relief that someone else had been able to intervene.&nbsp; <br><br>The smell of dust was stronger now than before. The girl in black was the same girl she'd noticed earlier. She had to be. Sure enough, she introduced herself as 'slayer' before Maricza even had to question whether it was her. If her heart still could beat, it would be keeping a panicked tempo right about now. Luckily, the slayer was soon locked in a distracting kiss with the girl she'd just saved. Hopefully she hadn't noticed Maricza yet. <br><br>Another man soon joined the small group that had been directly involved and a flash of recognition filled her head. For some reason he reminded her time in Hungary and of the clan of vampires she'd taken down in that country not very long ago. Certainly he was no vampire, but she couldn't help but feel he seemed familiar from that time - Was he the one that... Perhaps, yes? It was a question she would have to try to answer another time. <br><br>Maricza managed to keep her wits about her and pulled out a few disposable zip cuffs - one for each of the floored assailants. Despite her proximity to someone who could quite possibly kill her within moments, she addressed the small group gathered closest to the unconscious perpetrators. She kept her voice low, because it was not her intent to stop the party. She flashed a badge to each of them in turn and pronounced her name slowly for them, "Sorry to interrupt. 'Mah-reets-zah' Zupan. Sheriff's Liaison. Would any of you like to submit a statement regarding the assault?" She would begin to feign checking the boys for vitals and cuffing them one by one as she spoke. One or two of them already stirred, groaning in pain. In reality she didn't need to check if they were going to be alright, she could hear the sound of their rushing blood already.<br><br>She would need every ounce of her willpower tonight.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 03:59:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ashleigh%20Valentine/a-stye-session-with-breakout-kings-serinda-swan_zpse9ef5a08.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Valentine<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Notices the commotion and those involved; Open<hr><br>Ashleigh had already found her way to the barbecue by smell alone by the time all the commotion broke out. She had been worried she'd end up bored what with being sober and all but food could make almost anything tolerable for the tall midfielder. There wasn't too much in the way of spare fat on her body but no one could ever accuse Ash of not eating. Very little was ever allowed to come between her and food, not even impending violence. One of her teammates had even commented on her eating habits a few days ago and in reply she had simply grabbed hold of her tits and winked as though to point out she was not nearly as flat chested as half of them were. <br><br>Despite a fair vantage point from some distance away, Ashleigh hadn't managed to see everything that went down but she got the gist of it while she prepped her claimed burger for devouring. Some boys had decided that rather than come to college learn how to be fine, upstanding citizens and productive members of society that they'd rather be douche bags with criminal records. Anyone who tried to start shit like that in the open was either seriously mentally impaired or was just aching to go to jail. Predictably, an thankfully for the state of mankind, others stepped in on the poor blonde's behalf and things were taken care of with a brief but mildly entertaining show of violence.<br><br>Ash hadn't the slightest idea who catsuit girl was but if she was put off by the costume it didn't show on her face. Instead she bit into her burger and wondered just why she didn't find it weird but then she supposed anyone who had a mother who frequently talked about witchcraft as though it were real their threshold for weird was bound to be pretty high. If anything she supposed the view wasn't half bad given the curves on display, though she typically liked girls who were less... dangerous. <br><br>Remaining where she was, she leaned back against a tree and watched as a guy that looked familiar somehow spoke to the short superheroine. There were others milling about the scene too but Ashleigh was distracted when one of her teammates bounced up to her, dancing as though a fight hadn't just started and ended in the middle of the party. <br><br><em>"Come dance with me."</em> Janelle smiled up at her in a way that was anything but innocent and Ash had one of those moments where there was two very clear cut paths she could walk. Blue eyes met those slightly dazed green ones and for a moment she could see herself enjoying that smooth tan skin but then just as quickly as it had come the image left and she shook her head. Girlie was drunk and teamcest was a big no-no... at least for now. Ash knew from experience that sex with teammates always caused drama and this team was far too good to risk letting stuff like that derail them.<br><br><strong>"Mmm, I don't think that's such a good idea."</strong> She held up her burger like it was some sort of shield. Though who she was blocking was up for debate. She hadn't gotten laid in quite a few months and the older girl in front of her was downright hot.<br><br><em>"Please?"</em> The question was asked with a sexy pout that made Ash bite into her burger just to do something with her mouth that wasn't going to get her in trouble. <em>"Awww... you're no fun."</em> Janelle poked her side. <em>"Find me if you change your mind, Ash."</em> The Junior winked then turned and bounced away, leaving Ash wondering why she was being such a stick in the mud. <br><br>No fun? She was plenty of fun... usually. Tonight was just an off night. Right?<br><br>She dismissed the questions entirely and turned to stalk toward her drunk brother, a slightly sulky pout marring the enjoyment of her food. A short male with fucked up teeth tried to hit on her as she passed but he was straight out mugged in the face as she kept going by. Her steps carried her directly to Maxim who still clutched a bottle of something while making out with some girl who's name he likely didn't know and without so much as a hello she snagged it from his hands and turned to walk away. She had planned to stay sober--some unacknowledged feeling telling her it was for the best--but fuck that. She wasn't gonna be the lame wallflower chick all night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 04:55:16</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Emily Hartwell<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Emily tossed her beer aside, letting it spill, as she stared at the violence taking place.&nbsp; She couldn't help it -- she hated to face someone down, even as she'd failed to talk down the monster that'd bitten her and forced her to do her own monster thing.<br><br><hr><br><em>"I don't understand the, um, question..." she stammered, not following the strange man's words.&nbsp; She just wanted to get home (late, but that was how it went for her).<br><br>"That's fine.&nbsp; Don't need you to."&nbsp; His face changed, and he lunged, and then her throat was in horrid pain and an equally horrid shriek escaped her.<br><br>Any normal girl would have died.&nbsp; Any normal girl wouldn't have grown claws and teeth and fur and broken her glasses on the ground and ripped the vampire into ashes.<br><br>Seriously.&nbsp; </em>Vampires?<em>&nbsp; Did the world suck that much?<br><br>Oh, yes.&nbsp; It did.&nbsp; There was more.<br></em><br><hr><br>Quietly, she fingered those twin scars on her neck (so hard to explain!) and started making her way toward the blond girl who kicked ass.&nbsp; Just in case.&nbsp; Things were never simple, she'd learned that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 05:45:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/mens_penguin_sweater_nordstrom.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Reid (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948132#msg7948132)<br><strong>Location: The Woods</strong> <br><strong>Tag: Open</strong> <br><hr><br>For a brief moment Sam was actually starting to enjoy the party.<br><br>He'd headed to the barbecue and made sure he was stood in front of the guy who looked like he <em>actually</em> had a clue when it came to serving. On either side the sort of apish men who think they can&nbsp; cook but actually just ruin everything were busy whooping around and doling out a selection of quite possibly the most unappetising burgers Sam had ever seen. He clearly wasn't drunk enough, especially when one saw how quickly people were wolfing them down and how enjoyable they seemed to find them. Surely there wasn’t enough ketchup or hot sauce in the world to make them edible? Michael’s on Naples Ristorante this <em>certainly</em> was not...<br><br>He'd glanced back to the man cooking his food. He was paying attention, being careful. Hell, the guy was using seasoning’s and was cooking lamb. Lamb! You knew if someone was paying this much attention and cooking with lamb of all things, that he not only cared but he knew what he was doing. It hadn't taken long to strike up a conversation about food, make a few hints, be friendly and get the guy... he said his name was Freddy... on side. Seemed like a nice guy as well although Sam's interest was mainly selfish... he wanted the good food and if nothing else his dad was always looking for new chefs and cooks for The Faces, the club he now owned. It may not be much but Sam was fairly sure if his dad ever did get serious he could turn it into something special.<br><br>There was even an element of people watching he could do. An almost supernaturally beautiful blond came by, grabbed some hot dogs and wandered off. Sam could admit he was a bit surprised; he'd had her begged as a vegetarian at least if not a flat out vegan. A black mark against his ability to read people quickly. Then there was another girl. Tall this one. Athletic. Great legs. Soccer player. He was pretty damn sure about that. You didn't spend any time in L.A over the last few years without having picked up some understanding of soccer... or at least David Beckham... and soccer happened to be one of the sports Sam was at least competent at. Competant enough that he'd only been made to look a bit foolish during a kick-a-round with “Becks” (as Sam pretended he liked to call him) out the back of the bar he used to virtually call home, unlike when Kobe had made him look like an absolute idiot. Anyway, the girl was probably was one of the drunk looking group that had staggered in earlier. Although she looked sober... not like a drunk person trying to look sober but <em>actually</em> sober. How painful.<br><br>And then reality decided to step in, give him a punch in the gut and remind him that despite the rather nice tasting lamb in a tortilla wrap he was currently biting into he was still in a field in the middle of nowhere rather than in L.A.<br><br>Public gangrape. Sam wasn't going to say it didn't happen in L.A but it sure as hell didn't happen in the places he went to or to the people he hung round with. No-one was that stupid. Even drunk as they were, people noticed when someone pulled a knife and cut a girl's dress off. He idly note that it was the same blond that he'd seen earlier. Sam would have liked to say he was about to leap in but frankly he wasn't. He didn't deal with stuff like this and anyway, before the situation could get more out of hand others had played the white knight for the evening. One dude who'd watched too many Steven Segal movies, some girl who thought it was a fancy dress party, some older woman who thought she was on a rather more attractive version of Cops, one guy who had watched Social Network a few too many times and one older dude... grad student maybe... who showed up a little late and wore a terrible suit. Oh well. There go the Ratpack. He finished off his lamb with a last bite but even that seemed to turn bitter in his mouth. Was this it? Was this what he had to look forward to? More drunken brawling? Was this as interesting as it got? More worryingly, was this as good as it got?<br><br>A slightly better turn came when he saw soccer-legs from earlier get his bottle of whisky off the quarterback dude. He doubted she'd really appreciate it either; he doubted many here even knew what a single-malt was, let alone could appreciate a truly deep and peaty one like Talisker... but regardless he irrationally felt better she had it rather than the damn quarterback.&nbsp; Considering she'd just taken it from him they clearly knew each other. Girlfriend? No, not with him eating the face off the other girl. Few were that permissive and even then virtually never that openly. Friend? No, guys like that don't have female friends, they just have girls they wanted to fuck. Family then. Sister. Had to be.<br><br>This presented a dilemma. He wanted his whisky back but he wasn't sure how? He couldn't just walk up and say “give me back my alcohol”. He wasn't a douchebag... or at least, that obviously a douchebag. He couldn't go up and plead “please, your brother took my whisky and I really want it back”. He wasn't a pussy... or at least, that obviously a pussy. So what the fuck did he say? That was an issue Sam didn't really want to have to admit to. Back in L.A he could chat to any girl... but that was because his father owned the best damn club in the city and he could just talk about that. What the hell was he meant to say now?<br><br>Fuck it.<br><br>He wanted whisky.<br><br>He approached the girl as she walked away from what he still supposed was her brother. As he came close enough to be noticed he deliberately let his eyes drop... but limiting it to the whisky (which he gave a rather significant glance to), not her other assets, attractive as they were (and damn, those really were some legs...). He wasn't trying to hit on her, he was trying to get some whisky.<br><br><strong>“Good bottle of whisky you have there... do you mind?”</strong><br><br>He'd liberated a cup from one of the piles that littered the place and tipped it, in essence asking if he could have a "wee dram". It was close to sacrilege to drink a whisky this good from a cheap cup like this but frankly at this stage he just wanted the damn whisky.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Deeper in the Woods</strong><br><br>Even through the haze of the alcohol, Katie felt like she was making a mistake.<br><br>Fairview wasn't exactly a big town but compared to where she grew up it was a metropolis. Everyone knew everything in that town. The very idea of a party like this was almost beyond her; you couldn't even steal a sip of wine back home without someone noticing. And boys! Ever since the Drummond's daughter had got pregnant by some drifter that wandered by she'd basically been under lock and key, chaperoned everywhere... and in a town where everyone knew each other it was pretty hard to get sneaky. Katie had been amazed when she'd even been allowed to go to college... and while even a hint at the words “San Francisco” had led to derisive snort from her mother and an icy glare from her father, for a girl with her background Fairview wasn't bad at all. Anywhere would be good, anywhere where there was even a hint of freedom.<br><br>And Katie was using that freedom.<br><br>She'd been sat down and given “the talk” before she left. Studies were what mattered. Alcohol was something to be careful about. Boys weren't to be trusted. Keep yourself safe. Now Katie had rolled her eyes at much of this advice but she understood where her parents were coming from. She knew she had been sheltered. She knew she wasn't used to drinking and she knew she wasn't used to boys.&nbsp; She wanted to keep her head about her even if it meant she was considered boring to begin with. She needed to learnt to walk before she could run.<br><br>And then she'd been offered that first white rum and coke.<br><br>Katie wasn't entirely sure what had happened after that. She knew that the first rum and coke hadn't been the last and there were some various other drinks in there as well. She'd tried to be sensible but someone would just press a glass into her hand and however hard she tried to refuse she just couldn't. She wasn't trying to impress her new friends but there was a difference between being a bit boring and not be included... and she desperately wanted to be included.<br><br>And then there had been Chad.<br><br>Well, she thought his name was Chad. God, her parents would be angry at the very thought. Drunk and wandering into the woods with a boy. A boy who she thought was called Chad... but it could have been Chris. Maybe Charlie. No, no, it was Chad. She was certain. Well, fairly certain. But Chad was nice. He hadn't been like the boys she'd been warned about. He hadn't even been like the other boys there, crude and ogling, vomiting and falling over. He was drunk himself but he was a lovely drunk, not aggressive, not some preening gamebird. He was fairly quiet but charming and he'd said he liked the way she did her brunette hair. She'd glowed when he said that and when his hand had ended up resting on her thigh as they sat together she hadn't moved away. She'd liked it, even if she was a little apprehensive about whether he was going to make a move. But he hadn't and they'd simply sat there and chatted. It had been nice.<br><br>And now the two were walking hand in hand into the woods, away from the rest of the party, deep into those dark woods.<br><br>She liked Chad. She'd like to have a coffee with him, to have a good (sober) conversation. But she was apprehensive. Why had he brought her into the woods? Did he want to kiss her? Did he want something more? What was wrong with the party and the fire? What did he need the dark silence of the woods? She wasn't sure if she was excited or scared. What she was sure of was the way there was a tingling in the pit of her stomach. She actually quite liked it.<br><br>Chad smiled at her and gripped her hand a little tighter. They had gone a fair distance into the woods now, far enough that the sounds of revelry behind them were starting to fade away. It was darker now, light from the fire fading, branches trapping the darkness around them and still Chad hurried them along, further and further into the woods. Finally he came to a stop, reaching out to clasp her free hand. He leaned in, Katie even more apprehensive, but his only act was to plant a slightly drunken kiss on her cheek. A shiver went through her as his wet lips touched her... a pleasurable shiver. His lips travelled across her cheek, slipping to her ear, his breath hot and warm.<br><br><strong>“Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 23:30:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett, Fortula, Simon, Emily, Open<br><hr><br>Jack's eyebrows went up more than a few inches when Fortula went in for the kiss with her rescuer. "Well, I suppose that's one way for a damsel in distress to thank her rescuer," he remarked. "Though I believe that Geoffrey Chaucer wants his trope back." He nodded a goodbye. "Slayer, Simon, er... Blondie." He disappeared into the crowd again and reached for his smartphone. He had something to search for now.<br><br>He recalled, vaguely, one of his sources of supernatural information bringing up something called the Slayer. Jack started up his browser and began flipping through the blogs and websites of varying conspiracy theorists, mages, and ballsier vampires. Sure enough, one of the vampires' blogs mentioned the Slayer. He was so immersed in his reading that he didn't notice when he almost bumped into a brunette who he thought he had seen a few times on campus. "Sorry," he muttered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 05:36:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/Heroes/2s6r1ic_zpsdbd0546c.jpg:original)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Slayer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Fortula, Maricza-ish, Simon, Jack<br><hr><br>Scarlett finds herself backing away from the commotion as Maricza comes to participate.&nbsp; "No." Sheriff's office huh? What is a vampire doing as a liaison for the sheriff's department? She might have to look at it later, for now she still finds her heels backing up carefully.&nbsp; There's too much of a crowd gathering.&nbsp; Far too many people to endanger like this.&nbsp; She's not sure what's up with Maricza but something is off, she's suspecting a vampire...but vampires don't act like this.&nbsp; She does turn her eyes to the woman for a moment. "Nothing to say. Other than be careful, it's a dangerous world out there." She flits her eyes to Simon, Fortula, and the departing Jack.&nbsp; She'd like so badly to party out, to <i>dance</i> and flirt up a storm, but she's got other things on her mind at the moment.&nbsp; Like vampires working for the sheriff's department...and a weird gut feeling about something.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course, there's another reason to leave.&nbsp; While she's mostly mended fences with Eric, she's not particularly interested in hanging around him at the moment.&nbsp; He's still a perv, there's little other way to explain his crass comment about Fortula's breasts.&nbsp; &nbsp; Besides, she doesn't need him flirting with her...just as she doesn't need to flirt with anyone else.&nbsp; A vampire sees that...the wrong vampire (possibly Maricza) and her friends...new or not are going to pay the price for her being "gifted" into being the slayer.&nbsp; Screw that.<br><br>To her it's the resulting comment from Fortula that seals her fate of moving on.&nbsp; The lippy comment towards her obvious ex boyfriend seems...a little fresh.&nbsp; Or maybe old but recently reopened.&nbsp; And she's gay and taking it out on Eric.&nbsp; Or perhaps it's just a way for her to announce to Slayer that she's gay and that she'd really like to get in bed with her.&nbsp; "Ah, um. I don't think he minds you being gay." Probably gets off on the fact that she does other women.&nbsp; All men like the fantasy of two girls making out and stripping each other naked, right?&nbsp; "Other than that he can't fuck you anymore." She shoots a look to Eric that explains very clearly if he comes near her, he's putting his balls risk.&nbsp; Granted it's clear to <i>Scarlett</i>, Eric has a knack for misinterpreting damn near everything when it comes to girls of his affection.<br><br>"My spidey sense is tingling." She offers up an excuse to the others before turning and running back into the woods.&nbsp; She wants to grab her bag, and head deeper, maybe skirt the clearing to look for vampires just into the wooded areas.&nbsp; Sher 'spidey sense" as she calls it, doesn't exactly give her a precise location.&nbsp; Instead it just makes her gut wrench and she has to figure out her instincts from there.&nbsp; She's learned it does tend to guide her in the right direction though, she's found multiple vampires in the past that she shouldn't have rightly found.&nbsp; There was no scream, nothing to clue her into their location, just something to go on.&nbsp; At first she'd attributed it to Maricza but being so close to the woman...the bumpy faced bitch....normally she'd have red flags.&nbsp; She didn't.&nbsp; She needs to dig deeper on that one.<br><br>She's better off on her own...and while she's got this gut feeling, she may as well follow it.&nbsp; Her steps taking her ever closer to the soon-to-be-in-distress Katie and her new found friend Chad... Or perhaps a soon-to-be-in-distress Chad, or...whatever. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 06:17:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/RyanDavis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Simon Tobias<br><strong>Location</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong> Scarlett , any<br><br><hr><br>Simon watched the girl suddenly run off talking about her 'spidey sense' , was she channelling Peter Parker? ,shaking his head even total babes who were incredible fighters couldn't be prefect, of course things had kinda gone downhill on the potential girlfriend front when&nbsp; her potential lesbianism went thru the roof.<br><br>Regardless he'd meant it when he said she intrigued him...she did.<br><br>And if anything hot babes knew hot babes and they could all be lesbians...could they?<br><br>Still the Peter Parker channeling aside he'd seen enough of this girl in action to know she did things for a reason.. or at least moved at pace for a reason. Simons natural inclination was to follow and he did getting no more than 30 yards before stopping. His grandfather had taught him how to track at night, up until four years ago they had practiced in these very words, until a series of dog attacks that left bite marks caused his mother to ban the woods at night. She'd be thrilled with her son now.<br><br>Simon moved forward until the party was a dull noise and listened ...nothing <br><br>Then he heard a scream ...Simon ran <br><br><br>...towards the scream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 22:36:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ashleigh%20Valentine/a-stye-session-with-breakout-kings-serinda-swan_zpse9ef5a08.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ashleigh Valentine<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sam, Open<hr>Ash heard her brother's weak ass protests as she strolled away and merely lifted a hand to give him the finger. It didn't matter anyway though since the girl he was with reclaimed his attention with the deftness of true pro. It was enough to make her want to interview any potential girlfriends before she hooked up with them since she did not want her brother's sloppy seconds. Gross.<br><br>She was headed back toward a relatively quiet spot with a decent view of the party when her path was intercepted by guy. At first she was just as keen to tell him to fuck off as she had the other guy who'd hit on her a short while ago but she realized she was just in bitch mode because she'd had to pass up a good thing in the name of "responsibility" and this lame ass party wasn't helping any. Responsibility. Like she was 30 or something, what the fuck. She should just march over there and take a page from her brothers book and push Janelle up against a tree... <br><br>She took another sulky bite of her burger instead, noting the guy's attention was on the whiskey in her hand. She glanced at the bottle herself then wondered if this was fate or whoever the fuck's way of telling her "don't dooo eettt!" Sighing she shook her head, <strong>"Not at all. You know, to be honest I don't even know what this is. My brother was waving it around though so I figured it was easy pickings. He's obviously quite drunk."</strong> She gestured vaguely in his vicinity then rolled her eyes. <strong>"And you <em>really </em>didn't ask me all that. Sorry."</strong> <br><br>Shutting up, Ash stuck her burger in her mouth to hold it. Yeah okay, it wasn't the most lady like thing in the world but considering there were a number of things worse that she could be doing with her mouth anyone who had a problem with it could kiss her amazing ass. Twisting off the cap she poured some into the party cup but rather than let the guy keep it she took the cup from his hand then shoved the bottle into it instead. Ashleigh didn't even like the taste of alcohol, no way she needed to be walking around with a bottle like a lush. Much as she wanted to get drunk just to give "responsibility" the finger, it wasn't gonna happen. Not now anyway. Tipsy she could do though.<br><br>The exchange freed up her hand again and so Ash resumed enjoyment of her charred meat product, though her blue eyes remained on the guy wondering why it was he was over here alone asking her for liquor instead of wrapped around some slut or something. She would have asked but she did have some manners and decided to fully masticate the food in her mouth first because if she ended up sending a guy away disgusted by her then that might be the last straw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 13:31:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/mens_penguin_sweater_nordstrom.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Reid (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948132#msg7948132)<br><strong>Location</strong> : The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Ashleigh<br><hr><br>Perhaps life was looking up after all.<br><br>His ability to read people hadn't disappeared. Take the little things, add them together, create a whole. She was the sister of the quarterback dude who had... Sam was polite and so internally used the term “borrowed” rather than “stolen”... his whisky. Score one to the good guys. A slight self-confidence boost to a man who was still completely out of his element here. He'd never got drunk on a field before, certainly not like this. Never even gone to a party in a field before... unless Coachella counted as a “party in a field” and Sam rather suspected it didn't. What would his friends say if they saw him now? Sam didn't want to think about. Partly because he realised he didn't actually have a great deal of friends.<br><br>The second stroke of good fortune was that he'd actually got his bottle of whisky back. Sam was happy to admit he'd given it up as lost to the Gods... or more appropriately lost to the drunken teenagers of Fairview... but for once the Gods were smiling on him. It was rather petty of Sam to act as if the powers-that-be had forsaken him... in the great scheme of things Sam had a rather good life, but despite the fact he'd never admit it to himself, Sam was perfectly capable of suffering from teenage angst. And for him, Fairview was pretty damn angsty.<br><br>He smiled and nodded in what he imagined was a polite and somewhat rakish way as the girl spoke. Of course she didn't know what the whisky was. It was Talisker, aged for 18 years, brewed from the peaty soil of the Isle of Skye. Deep and powerful, hints of oak rising through it, a slight spice as it rests on the tongue before a smoky yet warming burn as it slides down. It was a drink to savour, a drink to enjoy, a drink to appreciate, to sit back and ponder. Not a drink to glug, not a drink to quaff down and certainly not a drink to mix with coke. It was a drink of the sophisticated, of the mature, of the knowledgable. She was a girl who was currently using her mouth to hold a burger. Of couse she didn't know what it was.<br><br>Not that Sam minded. It meant he got his whisky. And not just the cup full he had hoped for. Instead he got everything that was left in the bottle... and despite the quarterback's best efforts there was still a decent amount left. I guess the attentions of a teenage girl impressed by his ability to throw a ball beat out the sophisticated joy of Talisker. Sam's eye rose up to the girl, watching as she chewed through the disgusting burger. She was sexy, no doubt of that. Tall, athletic but despite that nice curves. Pretty face as well. He could at least understand why the quarterback valued women over alcohol. He watched her chew some more. No, actually, he didn't.<br><br>He knew at this point he should be polite. He should make small talk, he should be pleasant, he should probably flirt a little even if he didn't mean anything by it. But he couldn't be bothered. He couldn't be bothered to be here, he couldn't be bothered to pretend to enjoy himself, he couldn't be bothered to pretend that he gave a damn. The whisky would help... as would certain other things. That was what he was interested in. That was what he cared about. I mean what was the point of talking to this girl? What would he say? What would he talk about? Why bother?<br><br>He smiled as she apologised, following her comments by lifting the bottle to his lips and taking a deep sip. Talisker should be enjoyed in a glass, preferably with a cube or two of ice to help release the flavour but there was a certain illicit thrill that came from drinking this way. Like eating caviar on tortilla chips or putting white truffle on $1 ramen noodles. He felt the soft burn roll down the back of his throat. That was more like it.<br><br><strong>“Oh, don't worry.”</strong><br><br>Sam was used to people whittling on. He enjoyed it in some ways. Helped him to read people. He guessed she liked her brother but was also exasperated by him. Like a sort of pet bear. Maybe he was wrong. He'd been wrong about that blond being a vegetarian. He had been right about this girl being the quarterback's sister though. If he cared, if he'd been interested. He may have played along. But he wasn't and he didn't.<br><br><strong>“Thanks for the drink. You're very kind.”</strong><br><br>And with that he flashed what he hoped was a charming grin, turned on his heel and headed off. He felt a little bad about it... but frankly a girl like that wasn't going to be left alone for too long in a place like this. She'd find some drunk college boy... or maybe even girl... who wanted a crack at those long legs. No, he didn't feel too bad... not when he was about to feel really good.<br><br>Hey ho,<br><br>Hey ho,<br><br>Off to the woods we go...<br><br><hr><br>Katie closed her eyes. She could still feel Chad's breath, warm and wet, on her skin. She felt him draw away, felt his fingers gently slip from her hand. And then...<br><br>Nothing.<br><br>She waited, her heart racing a little.<br><br>Nothing.<br><br>She kept her eyes closed, her pulse rising. What was going on?<br><br>Nothing.<br><br>She cracked an eye open.<br><br>Nothing.<br><br>Chad wasn't there. No-one was there. It was just an empty clearing in the woods. She looked left. Looked right.<br><br>Nothing.<br><br><strong>“Chad? Chad where are you?”</strong><br><br>Nothing.<br><br><strong>“Come on Chad, this isn't funny! Where are you?”</strong><br><br>She took a few steps forward.<br><br>And something reared from behind the trees...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 07:46:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/Scarlett.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Slayer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Screamer<br><hr><br>Slayer takes off when she hears a scream in the woods.&nbsp; For Simon, following her and having witnessed her speed before, perhaps it's not a big deal, but one second she's walking, taking her time, and looking through the trees for anything suspicious and the next she's off like a shot.&nbsp; Admittedly, running through the dark wooded area is a lot harder than in a clearing, but she still manages to make good time.&nbsp; When she gets to the scream she finds a guy and girl, both with their tops off, the girl yelping again when the guy smacks her ass as he's peeling her pants off.&nbsp; The girl is just as into it, laughing much more softly and getting onto him for making her yelp.<br><br><strong>"Normally I'm so much better at this."</strong> Slayer mutters to herself and shakes her head, moving off and away from the likely slightly drunk couple about to get their moves on.&nbsp; She doesn't need to see that.&nbsp; She turns, hears a branch crack and whips out a wooden stake.&nbsp; She turns around a tree, bringing the stake down towards the follower's heart only stopping with the point resting against his chest.&nbsp; She looks up at Simon and her eyes damn near <i>glow</i> in the darkness. <br><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"What are you doing?!"</strong></span> She whispers/scolds him.&nbsp; She then tucks the stake away in the thigh holster on her costume and sighs.&nbsp; She moves to grab his arm and drag him far enough away from the couple so they can't be heard...while talking at normal levels. <strong>"Do you have <i>any</i> idea how dangerous it is out here? Or how close I just came to <i>killing</i> you?!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 11:42:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/mens_penguin_sweater_nordstrom.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Reid (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948132#msg7948132)<br><strong>Location</strong> : The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong>: Vampire Attack<br><hr><br>This was much better.<br><br>Sam wasn't particularly self-conscious about doing drugs. You couldn't walk into the toilets of any self-respecting club in LA without seeing people sniff line after line of white powder up their nose. Couldn't go to any half-decent party without the hand mirrors and credit card being pulled out. Couldn't handle a dollar bill without risking a failed drug test (and let's be honest, people like that weren't rolling dollar bills). But snorting up a line in a freaking field? In a town he'd just arrived in? Where he didn't really know anyone? Screw that.<br><br>And so he was deep in the woods, taking a pinch at a time up his nose, feeling the rush run through him, mixing and alternating with the alcohol already polluting his system. The feeling was nice, the contrast intoxicating (figuratively and literally). He could feel a warm fuzziness settle on him, feel life take on that slightly vivid edge, feel everything be a little better, a little brighter. It was this that turned a party from the mundane to the sublime and it was this that made a person be more than they could be.<br><br>So yeah, this was much better.<br><br>Until Sam heard the scream.<br><br>This wasn't just <em>a</em> scream. This was the sound of someone having their life torn apart and their soul ripped out. It was a wild, shrill, keening sound that rent the sky around it. Even over the noise of the party people would be able to hear it... and no doubt the vast majority ignore it. But perhaps some brave, intrepid few would come and investigate.<br><br>Sam liked to think of himself as brave and intrepid. In reality he wasn't. He was a coward. If he'd heard the scream a minute or two earlier he'd have made his way as fast as he could in the opposite direction. But it wasn't a minute or two earlier. He now had a bloodstream filled with false courage. And so Sam went wandering into the woods, following the sound of the scream.<br><br><hr><br>Katie reared away as something came out of the bushes, a scream leaving her lips, stepping back, her foot catching on something, tumbling back, collapsing down. She desperately tried to crawl away... until the sound of laughter made her look round. There was Chad, a big dumb grin on his face, giggling away at her.<br><br><strong>“You fucking douche! That's not funny Chad!”<br><br>“Ah, I'm sorry Katie. But you should have seen your face...”<br><br>“Fuck off Chad. I was scared.”</strong><br><br>Katie brushed herself down and pulled herself to her feet, turning her back on Chad so he couldn't see the hints of tears forming her in eyes. What an ass! To think she'd liked him only a few minutes earlier. Well, you know what buddy, pull a stunt like that and see what you get. Guess there was a silver lining to all this; looks like she wasn't going to do something she'd be ashamed of in the morning. So I guess Chad had done something right. Even if he was a douche. That said, what was that strange gurgling sound coming from behind her? She turned.<br><br>Chad was still there. But he wasn't alone. There were people around him. Not people. Almost like people but not people. Strange faces. And one of them was biting his neck. And then red eyes turned&nbsp; onto her...<br><br>And then she screamed.<br><br>She really screamed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 12:06:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/RyanDavis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Simon Tobias<br><strong>Location</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong> Scarlett , any<br><br><hr><br>Simons first instinct was to deny she had come close to killing him but he knew the truth of it, before his arms moved in response to her aborted attack the stake was at his chest, no one not even his grandfather had been able to do that to him whatever this probable lesbian was , she was fucking quick...and strong her grip on his arm was vice like and while Simon was not inclined to resist her Simon was beginning to wonder whether he could actually stop her. <br><br>"I'm following you ..look I'm not into stroking my own ego here but I'm good okay, really good and you...you .....your not just another level ,your above and beyond, I may not be able to match you but I know what I'm seeing you shouldn't be as quick as you are and yeah I know how dangerous this place is ...I lost a close friend to the pack of wild dogs that seem to roam this place ...I know lots of...."<br><br>Then he heard another scream this one ...this one was different , he looked at the probable lesbian the girl who he'd fallen for before he'd ever spoken to her, the call who called herself Slayer, like she was some hard rock chick. "I don't care how good you are ...I'm coming with you"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 15:13:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Source of the scream in the Woods <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Those involved began to disperse and the liason had her answer. No one ever wanted to give a statement. It was the dishearteneing truth of rape culture to say the least. Without witness statements, the three assailants would probably get off scott free. After all... the defense would say... No rape actually occurred - it was prevented. Blivic. At the very least, Maricza could make sure they had a very uncomfortable night in the drunk tank at the sherriff's department and an embarrassing morning getting bailed out by their parents. And what a shame if the boys ended up with a broken bone or two. The woods are treacherous if one is intoxicated.<br><br>With a heavy sigh, she marched the now conscous would be rapists to the far edge of the clearing. They had little fight left in them.&nbsp; She discreetly radioed the unmarked police van waiting just down the dirt 'road'. Tonight, it was their answer for a mobile jail cell. Maricza nodded to the two undercover officers inside and roughly shoved each of the three boys into the back. "Assault and battery. Near miss on sexual assault."<br><br>"Thanks, Mar..." His voice trailed off as if he knew he'd butcher her name if he continued. "We'll book them. Won't do much good but keep them off the streets for tonight though. I think you've got one of the council members sons back there."<br><br>Maricza sighed but winked at him. "At least it's something. It's a bumpy ride back to the department, my friend. Karma is a beetch."<br><br>The officers nodded back and chuckled before driving away.<br><br>A short scream pierced the woods but she quickly wrote it off as kids being stupid. She'd heard enough screams to know the difference between suprise and fear.<br><br>The vampire once again took out her flask and took a deep drink from it. The bloodlust was hard to control, particurlary with all the sex and lust in the air but she was determined to manage it. She'd spent so many years feeling like a monster that it was nice to feel human again even for just a little while. For the first time in a long time she had colleagues who respected her and she felt like she was in a place she could call home, even if it was only temporary. If she wasn't careful, she might get attached to this place.<br><br>The next scream was not nearly as benign as the first. It dripped with terror. Instinct kicked in and Maricza dashed off towards it. As she approached she knew she'd be dealing with something far worse than drunken idiots. She could smell the blood in the air. She dropped the backpack she wore and dug to the bottom. She pulled out two beautifully ornate wooden objects. They were finely sharpened stakes carved from a tree in her homeland that twisted into a sleek spiral shape. They had matching leather grips perfectly molded to her hands and intricate gothic carvings encircling them.<br><br>"Come friends. We are needed." She whispered to her most prized posessions before taking off at full speed towards where the scream had come from knowing full well the slayer would likely have the same idea. Truthfully she was curious about this latest slayer, and hopefully her curiousity wouldn't cost her dearly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 15:33:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/Scarlett.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Slayer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Katie, Maricza, Simon, Vampires!<br><hr><br><strong>"The fact that you just said that means you have <i>no</i> idea what's out here.&nbsp; Vam--"</strong> The scream, now that's one she recognizes.&nbsp; She really should have known the difference, but well...she's anxious.&nbsp; As the scream fills her ears she feels her heart beat slightly faster, her brain suddenly reacting to everything much quicker and her senses on high alert. <strong>"Stay..."</strong> She pauses, if there's vampires, they're likely to have branched out.&nbsp; Some on the outliers just to pick off anyone that suddenly finds themselves alone.&nbsp; Slayer pulls a wooden stake from her thigh holster. <strong>"Anyone with a bumpy face that comes at you, stab through the heart as <i>hard</i> as you can, got it?"</strong> She explains quickly, and doesn't wait for him to answer.&nbsp; She takes off towards the scream at such a pace that Simon would find it (even at full speed) to keep up with...but at least it's a short distance and relatively easy to catch up once Slayer reaches the source of the scream.<br><br>She aims to jump and flip into the middle (if Katie is still alive at this point) of the pack, landing on her feet (hard to do in high heels!) to kick away any too close vampires and wield a wooden stake in either hand.<strong> "Whoa! Guys, the 80's called.&nbsp; They want their clothes back.&nbsp; Seriously. Pick up a magazine or something, try to blend in."</strong> She purses her lips and gestures to her own face.<strong> "Wait, no, nevermind. I guess the wicked mono-brows make that impossible doesn't it?"</strong> She smirks, quipping up a storm.&nbsp; She has a million more, but figures she should save some for later.&nbsp; That stupid one-liner about their own size just...that was bad!&nbsp; That needs to never happen again!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 07:22:01</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Emily Hartwell<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jack, Open<br><hr>Emily, considering her immediate curiosity, probably should have been watching where she was going a bit more, but fortunately she managed to pull up short before actually colliding with the boy.&nbsp; The last thing she needed was to accidentally damage something as expensive-looking as that phone (or computer, whatever)!<br><br>"Oh, um, sorry," she replied in turn.&nbsp; "Didn't, um, see you there..."&nbsp; Trailing off awkwardly, Emily stepped to the side to circle around and avoid any more awkward incidents, getting a better view of the goings-on.&nbsp; She still couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen, but then, she tended to get that feeling a <em>lot</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 00:49:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/mens_penguin_sweater_nordstrom.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Reid (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948132#msg7948132)<br><strong>Location</strong> : The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong>: All characters, Vamp Attack, Open<br><hr><br>Suffice the say the scream had got some attention.<br><br>It's not as if everyone had immediately abandoned the party and leapt into the woods to search for the random scream... there was alcohol and dirty sex to be had in the clearing after all... but a fair few had. Of course, being drunk teenagers this wasn't the most organised or logical of searches with random groups crashing around the woods, most of them somehow ending up going in the complete opposite direction. That said, a certain group of certain people did find themselves in the vicinity of the attack.<br><br>Katie was still alive when Scarlett leapt into the middle of the pack, the terrified girl scrambling away, still screaming. The vampires themselves were obviously surprised by the sudden interruption falling back themselves, glancing to each other and then around again. Satisfied they were alone with this clearly insane woman they spread into a semi-circle, grins firmly fixed on their suddenly appearing vampire faces. Yeah, sure, this woman could do some flips and crack some insults but she had no idea what was coming for her. She probably thought they were drunk frat boys or something. She wouldn't suspect vampires... and even if she did, she was a single little girl. What chance did she stand against their strength, power and fury?<br><br>The semi-circle complete they attacked, leaping at her with punches, kicks, flips and the sort of martial arts moves that all vampires seemed to know.<br><br>Which was the exact same moment that Sam wandered into this area of the woods and screamed <strong>very</strong> loudly in a very high pitched voice at what he saw. The courage he had? That was gone. There was the body of the unfortunate Chad lying face down on the ground, blood gushing out of his neck, there were about a dozen men all attacking some weird short girl he thought he recognised from somewhere, some other girl screaming. What the fuck was going on?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 03:39:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett, Sam, Vampires<br><hr><br>Jack was about to respond to the girl when he heard a scream. "Bloody hell," he muttered. "I come to parties to relax, not to chase down would-be rapists and their victims." He took a look around, trying to determine its source. People were milling about now, a bit of panic, a bit of fear. He eventually decided he may as well get out of the crowd.<br><br>He made his way through the crowd, gently pushing people aside and occasionally bothering with an "excuse me," or a "pardon me," when passing either attractive females or guys who looked like they wouldn't appreciate being brushed past, and neither would their bulging muscles. Taking a few breaths once he had gotten to the other side of the fire and near the edge of the woods, Jack peered around in the semi-darkness. Another scream, easier to pinpoint now that he was closer. He pressed into the trees, further in until he stopped dead in his tracks.<br><br>Jack was familiar with vampires in an academic context; he had never seen their work firsthand, and it took the boy a few seconds to register that there was some poor bastard bleeding from several puncture wounds to the neck. Next was the girl who had screamed first; she was hard to miss. Finally, it was the blonde he had seen knocking those guys on their asses earlier who was the last person he recognized quickly. He bent to grab a fallen bough and snapped it over his knee after a few tries. Then he spotted Sam standing there and matching the present victim in decibels, and almost in pitch. "Quit your screaming," he said, offering him one half of the broken stick. "If you're planning on helping, here's a weapon. Otherwise, might I advise running? I'm told it's a great way to get out of danger."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 03:55:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/Scarlett.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Slayer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Katie, (Open), Simon, and Vampires! Oh my!<br><hr><br><strong>"Oooh the whole semi-circle around the lone girl, classy.&nbsp; I'm sure your mothers would be proud."</strong> She quips as her eyes dart from one vampire to the other.&nbsp; They're not especially bright, she figures, if they were wouldn't they be trying to get at the other girl, or at least get in behind Scarlett...or um, Slayer.&nbsp; Right she's still got the mask on. <strong>"So, I'm sure you've heard of me, or of my legacy.&nbsp; I'm the slayer."</strong> To display her prowess she slings a stake from her hand, aiming it hard and fast towards the one in front of her's heart.&nbsp; It digs in, sinking almost so solidly in his chest that it nearly goes all the way through.&nbsp; <br><br>That accuracy, that strength, well there's a lot more to her than meets the eye as Jack probably is gathering.&nbsp; She grabs up another stake, her last of the wooden ones from her thigh holster then does a back flip as they come in at her.&nbsp; She kicks one in the gut, and punches another in the chin, moving from one to the other, though one gets a good shot in to her gut. <strong>"UNGH!"</strong> She grunts, blocking another attack and staking another vampire, then a third...leaving her with another four to contend with.&nbsp; They're not completely stupid, they're hunting in packs and well, she's not exactly sure she can take on seven at once, she'd have to, if she wants to live until morning...&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Run, RUN!"</strong> She cries out at the girl behind her as she aims her boot into another's gut hard enough to send him back into a tree.&nbsp; She's still outnumbered though, as one of the three on their feet still grabs her by the ponytail, and on her next kick towards another, he grabs her foot.&nbsp; They lift her, and toss <i>her</i> into a tree, causing a cry of pain as she hits the ground, her butt jiggling as they come at her again. The third wraps his arms around her and picks her up in a reverse bearhug, his fangs bared. <br><br><em>"We might have to have a little fun before finishing you off, Slayer."</em> He grins, squeezing tighter, and causing her to cry out in pain, the other two lick their chops as the third squeezes, lifting and making her breasts damn near pop out of that cleavage-baring top. <strong>"Unnngh, like hell!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 04:15:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/RyanDavis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Simon Tobias<br><strong>Location</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong> Scarlett , any<br><br><hr><br>Simon reached the clearing as 'Slayer' hit the tree his eyes moved to her assailants and they were butt ugly "Hey" he said approaching the group without fear the warning he'd been given earlier forgotten, one of the group turned their head and looked at him their mouth opened and a deep ...well growl seemed to come out there mouth, Simon noticed the teeth, he'd heard of Vampire cults idiots who got massive dental bills and drank pigs blood, apparently there was a group of them in town but he'd never seen them until now.<br><br>Stake in hand , the gap closed the cult member reached to grab Simon, bearing its teeth, he was quick , obviously trained but so was Simon and as hands reached for him Simon stepped to his side , spin and lashed a fist into the side of his attacker the sound of connection added to the screaming, it should have knocked the guy out...it didn't<br><br>The Vampire turned and looked intently at the human male then lashed out a hand only to find his hand bent in a strange way, he felt bones break and then pain , he knew he'd heal but for now he was down to one useful hand "Enough play..." with that the Vampire threw himself at the human....<br><br>Simon almost got out of the way but the cult member slammed into him driving them both into the ground then the prick was trying to bite him, Simon free hand held the stake and he sent it into the eye of the cultish who raged in pain but still seemed intent on biting, Simon drove a fist into the wounded eye....."Shit they're meth heads" he said trying to keep the teeth away from his neck , one knee slamming repeatedly into the guys balls and again it didn't seem to stop the biting instinct
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 04:48:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods <br><strong>Tag:</strong> All combatants.<br><hr><br>One of the most dangerous vampires in town burst into the fight. Lucky for the teens she was on their side. Still she took advantage of the vampires' initial willingness to ignore her as one of their own. She deftly delivered a well aimed kick over the slayer's shoulder and into the jaw of the vamp that was holding her tightly. Very risky, as Maricza was sure the slayer would get the wrong idea completely if her first move was to smash that pretty face. The good news was that didn't happen. What happened was it knocked the moron off balance and backwards so the slayer could move again. <br><br>Seeing Simon so close to being bitten drew her attention as she dodged the other vampires trying to retaliate for freeing the slayer. She was nearly beside him, well in his view when a vamp managed to get hold of her left elbow. A smirk crossed her face as she called out to Simon. It was time for show and tell. "Hey Kid! Like this. Aim for the heart!" She placed a kiss on the side of the the heirloom stake in her right hand and plunged it into her current assailant's chest. The creature that had held her arm dissolved into dust almost immediately. One more down. <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 05:05:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/RyanDavis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Simon Tobias<br><strong>Location</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong> Scarlett , any<br><br><hr><br>"What the....." Simon watched in bewilderment as the man turned to dust, was he really dealing with .....Vampires ?!?, his mind refocused as 'bitey' got a little closer, against a human, well anyone but slayer, Simon could get out of the position he was in with ease but this guy..ah Vampire was strong, really strong, there was nothing for it.<br><br>Simon head butted the Vampire who's teeth just missed his neck. Vampire or not a broken nose is distracting , it lifted off Simon just enough that he was able to get the stake and drive it into the heart.<br><br>Vampire looked at the human, he was really getting angry now and then he felt a moment of sweet pain, unlike anything before....and then nothing.<br><br>Simon rolled and got to his feet quickly , he was covered in dust, stake in hand he now knew what he had to do, except this time two vampires turned to deal with the male.<br><br>" Yeah ah...help" Simon said hoping slayer or the other woman or indeed anyone would infact help. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 05:35:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett, Sam, Simon, Marzica, Vampires<br><hr><br>"Hey, ugly," Jack said, addressing no vampire in particular as he patted his makeshift stake in his palm like it was a baseball bat. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" he asked, shooting a smirk at the Slayer as he repurposed her one-liner for his own purpose. He drew back with his broken tree branch and stabbed towards the vampire currently fighting with Simon.<br><br>Jack tossed the other half of the branch to Simon. "Catch," he called out as he twisted his stake in the vampire. He had missed the heart, but at least he had managed to punch a big hole in the bloodsucker. "I could use a little help here, whenever you're ready."<br><br>If he were being truthful, Jack's heart was racing like Secretariat on speed and he could feel the cool tingle of adrenaline flowing into his fingers. "These guys don't play around, so be careful. Also, don't hit me. That would ruin my whole evening."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 13:57:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods <br><strong>Tag:</strong> All combatants.<br><hr><br>True to Maricza's gut instinct about him the kid picked up what to do and was able to fend for himself for the most part. Impressive for a human that wasn't the Slayer. Yet she could see his confidence waver as two more of her kind closed in on him. The kid was obviously in tune with his own abilities though, and recognized he was in danger as he asked for help.<br><br>Luckily, for the most part, the vamps were smart enough to leave Maricza alone, instead preferring to focus on what they deemed weaker prey. It gave Mari the opening she needed to aid Simon. She leapt into the air towards one of the pair and put her full body weight into a kick meant to knock him down, but this one had more fight in him than the last. He grabbed her foot and with a twist threw her off balance for a moment. Unfortunately for him, she'd been doing this longer than he could have fathomed. She gracefully landed on her feet after turning the forceful spin he'd given her into a sort of cartwheel. <br><br>"Ah Ah." She wagged her finger in a scolding gesture as her supernatural speed overtook his own vampire abilities and her hooked punch connected with his jaw. He stumbled backwards and she planted a kiss on the uniquely elegant stake in her left hand before flinging it across the distance between them. "Hit. Dead Centre. Emphasis on Dead." She quipped as he dusted and the stake fell to the ground. She winked at Simon as she slunk over to retrieve her stake unsure if the kid would get to take out the other vampire himself or if slayer would intervene before he could. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 18:43:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/Scarlett.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Slayer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Maricza, Jack, Simon, and Vampires! Oh my!<br><hr><br>Scarlett is finding it increasingly difficult to breathe.&nbsp; The arms snaked around her form are muscular and that added in with the vampire strength and she's finding that she can't break free.&nbsp; She flings her head back to try and headbutt him, but he moves his head out of the way.&nbsp; He's clearly the leader, the most skilled one amongst them.&nbsp; <strong>"There's just going to be another of me, and another, you can't kill a slayer."</strong> She grits out between her teeth, but then he turns to her, sniffing along her neck and into her hair.<br><br><em>"We're not going to kill you.&nbsp; We're going to <b>keep</b> you."</em> His tongue arches out from his mouth licking across her ear to her chin, and up her cheek.&nbsp; Scarlett winces and then that lady shows up. Her green eyes hold fear and nothing but, that one...this one isn't the leader.&nbsp; She is.&nbsp; She's powerful and now she's in front of Scarlett.&nbsp; The vampire holding her seems excited by her presence, even pulling a hand up to cup one of the Slayer's breasts and squeeze it. <em> "It's over now.&nbsp; You'll grow to enjoy life as a vampire sex kitten."</em> He laughs and the leg is thrown out towards her head.<br><br>Slayer squeezes her eyes shut tight, she can feel a hardness against her thigh and the boob squeeze...that's just disgusting.&nbsp; Yet the kick, she knows she's about to get knocked out, and all the friends she just made are about to get killed.&nbsp; Two powerful vampires on the field at once? It'd be the death of all of them.&nbsp; And yet... the arms suddenly leave her body and the vampire behind her cries out in pain.&nbsp; She opens her eyes as she's dropped to the ground, Slayer lands on her hands and knees.&nbsp; Her eyes find Maricza running the other way and helping the others out.<strong> "What the fuck?"</strong> She can't really complain though, she's free and big, mean and nasty (emphasis on the nasty) got the shit kicked out of him.<br><br>She stands up and engages in battle with one of the strongest vampires on the field. He blocks as many punches as he takes, and delivers several of his own that Slayer has to dodge or block herself.&nbsp; Every time she goes for the heart he blocks it, until her stake is flung from her hands landing near Simon on the ground.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah! You bastard."</strong> She takes a fist to the face which dazes her, pushing her backwards.&nbsp; He comes at her again, swinging a match-ending blow for her face.&nbsp; She dodges, and wraps her arm around his.&nbsp; When he tries again with the other arm she wraps that one up too. <strong> "Heels, a girl's best friend!"</strong> She uses the leverage of his arms to jump up and spin, kicking her right heel directly into his chest and his heart.&nbsp; He smirks at her for a moment, but then his skin cracks, his eyes get wide just before he <i>poofs</i> into dust. <strong>"Especially heels tipped with wood."</strong> She lands deftly to find the last one being dealt with by the others, basically held on a stick while the others close in. <br><br>She spies the original stake she'd used on the first vampire near her and grabs it, but she doesn't go after Jack and Simon's vamp, they do seem to have that under control (although she is keeping an eye on them, to make sure they finish the job) instead she goes to Maricza to hold the stake to her chest.&nbsp; <strong>"What in the hell <i>are</i> you?"</strong> She sneers up at the other woman.&nbsp; <strong>"You stink like a vampire but you just saved me.&nbsp; What the fuck?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 05:45:35</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Emily Hartwell<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Vampires, Jack and Simon, anyone who considers the intrusion of a werewolf onto the scene a matter of concern<br><hr>Screams echoed in her ears, and Emily was forced to swallow the bile in her throat as she recognized the vampires surrounding that one girl for certain.&nbsp; Yup, bloodsuckers, no doubt about it.<br><br>It was way too public for her taste, but she couldn't leave a bunch of people to get eaten, even if the fight seemed to be going oddly well for the breathing crowd already.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, Emily closed her eyes for a second -- fur just a shade darker than her own hair began to sprout all over her body, as her face elongated into a lupine snout and sprouted brutal fangs.&nbsp; Hunching over slightly, she selected her target and charged.<br><br>The remaining vampire menacing Jack (huh, was that the boy she'd almost bumped into a minute ago?), already wounded, really never stood a chance.&nbsp; The wolf-girl slammed into him full force, bearing the bloodsucker to the ground along with her.&nbsp; They rolled, the vampire struggling frantically as the furious/panicking Emily raked at him with her claws, until finally and ironically seizing the dead man's throat in her jaws.<br><br>One long, awful bite-and-tear later, the werewolf was left with a mouthful of dust, rising wearily to a crouch and glancing around for any more outstanding vampires.&nbsp; Kind of a shame she couldn't talk like this.<br><br>(OOC: Not really the best entrance, but hey, there almost weren't any left!)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 14:38:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Slayer, all.<br><hr><br>The Slayer's stake stopped just shy of plunging into her chest. She wasn't dead yet, so at least she knew her actions had already spoken volumes to the teen. Despite this, Maricza knew the girl had little reason to trust her, so she had to choose her next words carefully. She tried desperately to not be distracted by the smell of blood in the air and the sound of the slayer's rapid pulse. "You want to know why? Because my soul won't let me stand by and let the vampires win. As the slayer, you know that feeling better than most. Yes, I am a vampire - but you already know that I'm not like the rest. Look into my eyes. They are the only part of me that is not dead."<br><br>The slayer would see a stark contrast in Maricza's eyes to the usual dead orbs in the skulls of most vampires. There was fear and regret in those eyes. Anger and sadness and compassion and kindness. With Scarlett so distracted by these impossible things, Maricza would place her frigid hand gently on the stake in the slayer's hand and adjust it slightly as she knelt, keeping it where it needed to be. "Dead center, lovely." She told her. "I want to help you, even if my only aid is another tally in your book of kills. Take my skill in service to your cause, or simply take my life. I leave it to you."<br><br>Alone. She'd been fighting alone for nearly two centuries. Maricza's soul was tired of doing it alone. Maybe this slayer was too. Maybe it was time to eschew the solitary stereotype and build an army. Or maybe the slayer would end it right here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 17:22:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/mens_penguin_sweater_nordstrom.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Reid (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948132#msg7948132)<br><strong>Location</strong> : The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong>: All<br><hr><br><strong>"Like, what the fuck? What the fucking fuck?"</strong><br><br>Sam would like to say that when he was handed the stick he had leapt valiantly into battle, lashing all around with him the branch, clattering whatever the hell it was those things were, a magnificent warrior of virtue and bravery driving back these beasts with every stroke, leaving none in his wake.<br><br>Of course, that wasn't true.<br><br>What had actually happened was he'd screamed and he'd stood there. His legs were rooted to the ground, his muscles somewhere between frozen and completely limp, unable to do anything, unable to move, unable to even follow the eminently sensible decision to run the fuck away. No, he'd just stood there and watched open mouthed as the whole fight happened. Sam wasn't used to fights... and even the ones he had seen normally involved bouncers quickly throwing whoever the offending party was out on their ass. They didn't involve life and death brawls in the woods, threats of people being made freaking "sex kittens" and stabbing people in the heart with god damn pieces of wood. And those people then exploding. Exploding! What the fuck was that? Sam was half-tempted to think that someone had cut his coke badly... but he trusted the man who had dealt it to him too much for that. No, those people really had fucking exploded. Exploded! Ex-fucking-sploded! Into a pile of fucking dust!<br><br>And then the fucking wolf-thing had ripped one of them apart and he'd screamed again.<br><br>And then the short girl was looking like she was about to stab the older girl.<br><br>Did I say how those fucking things EXPLODED!<br><br><strong>"Like seriously... what the fuck? What the fuck?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 08:38:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i359/etinz/RyanDavis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Simon Tobias<br><strong>Location</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong> Scarlett , any<br><br><hr><br>Simon plunged the stake into the last vampire and looked around , trying to make sense of what had just happened... trying and failing.<br><br>None of what happened made sense to him , his eyes moved from the Slayer to the other guy in the clearing who appeared to be freaking out , in a voice more confident than he felt Simon simply added "Yeah what he's saying .what the fuck" looking back at the slayer "Just who are you because ....oh man"&nbsp; Simon shook his head unable to complete the sentence his mind suddenly froze , this was most definitely the weirdest experience of his life .<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 08:48:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/Scarlett.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Slayer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Maricza, Open<br><hr><br>This is...by far, the strangest vampire she's ever encountered.&nbsp; There's those <i>eyes</i> to begin with, and now she's kneeling, laying her life in Scarlett's hands.&nbsp; What vampire does that? What vampire doesn't try to kill her on instinct? Or...in this case grab a boob and say something awful about a sex kitten.&nbsp; She shakes her head and furrows her brows, she holds the stake on the woman, right between her breasts, lined up to thrust through her sternum and straight into her heart.&nbsp; It takes a lot of strength to do that, pushing through the rib-cage.&nbsp; She'd almost expected Eric to burst through the woods any moment and tell her off about not knowing her books and just who this vampire is, and what she means to the world.&nbsp; Better than any slayer this one has a soul! Or some bat-shit crazy explanation like that...all the while snaking a hand around to her butt.<br><br>He doesn't, and she's kind of grateful for that.&nbsp; Instead she has to make her own decision about it.&nbsp; She could use Alexis right now, call her up, or just have her here to explain what's going on...without trying to feel her up in the process.&nbsp; She starts pulling the stake away anyway when there's a loud growl from behind her.&nbsp; She whips around to face a werewolf taking off a vampire's head.&nbsp; Immediately the wooden stake is sheathed on her thigh while the silver stake comes out from the opposite thigh.&nbsp; <br><br>Slayer springs into action, moving around to the front of the werewolf and holds up the silver stake.&nbsp; And now, for the second time in as many minutes she's seeing that...<i>thing</i> in the beast's eyes. <strong> "I third the motion.&nbsp; What the hell?"</strong> She turns to Maricza as if the woman would have some kind of answer.&nbsp; She's a vampire right? That means she's probably been around forever.&nbsp; God...is her new watcher going to be a vampire? Irony of ironies.&nbsp; Although...well, at least she'd be able to handle herself, what with powers and all.<br><br>Her eyes flit to Simon and Sam whom seems to have at least stopped screaming like a little girl.&nbsp; <strong>"Vampires are real, as are werewolves."</strong> She hasn't stopped pointing that silver stake at Emily yet.&nbsp; <strong>"And like I said before, I'm Slayer... <i>the</i> slayer if we want to get technical.&nbsp; I slay such creatures of the night."</strong> She shoots a glance over to Maricza.<strong> "I have no fucking idea what she is...she doesn't make sense."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 03:26:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Emily Hartwell<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett, any other anti-werewolf bigots<br><hr>Once she's ascertained that no more vampires are present (with one small exception she's too flustered to notice), Emily begins to shift back to human form, haphazardly crawling a few steps back from the scary girl with the weird metal thing in her hand.&nbsp; Fortunately, her clothes are only a bit torn up as she reverts (which barely matters, it's not like they're any newer than the rest of her wardrobe), although she could really use a hairbrush or at least a comb right about now.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the rapid shift sends her into a terrible coughing fit as vampire dust starts catching up with her human throat.<br><br>"I, um --" Emily coughs again as she manages to sit up, trying hard to think about what exactly you were supposed to say in this sort of situation.&nbsp; She takes a deep breath as she blinks up at Scarlett.&nbsp; "Please don't kill me?" she tries helpfully.<br><br>She isn't sure that was it, but no one ever taught her how to properly beg for mercy.&nbsp; Or how to explain the wolf thing at all, really.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 05:55:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett, Sam, Simon, Marzica, Vampires<br><hr><br>Jack held the vampire still until something grabbed it. He didn't even have time to let out an expletive before the poor bastard had been dusted by a... well, he wasn't sure exactly, but he had a hunch. In the meantime, he was keeping an eye on Marzica for any sudden moves. Or bursts of insight, those might be nice as well. "How she managed voluntary shapeshifting might be something she'd like to enlighten us on right about now." His heartbeat was starting to slow back to normal and his logical thought processes were starting to switch back on. He glanced up at the moon trying to ascertain the current phase. "As far as I knew, werewolves transformed the whole night for three days, starting the night before and ending the night after the full moon each month."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 19:21:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/mens_penguin_sweater_nordstrom.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Reid (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948132#msg7948132)<br><strong>Location</strong> : The Woods<br><strong>Tag</strong>: All<br><hr><strong><br>"Vampires? Werewolves?"</strong><br><br>Deep breath Sam, deep breath, breath in, breath out. Those things did just explode and that woman... thing... woman... wolf... god knows what she actually was... had just basically eaten one of them. Of course it made sense. It was the only option. Of course vampires are real... why wouldn't they be? And a petite little blond was "the Slayer" whatever the fuck that was. Of course. Why didn't he think of that earlier. Made perfect sense. Obviously. And she killed vampires. And they exploded. Because vampires were real. Of course.<br><br>Fuck that.<br><strong><br>"They're real? Vampires and Werewolves are real? And what the hell do you mean "she doesn't make sense?"</strong><br><br>He gesticulated to the older woman who he was fairly certain he'd seen arresting the attempted rapists earlier.<br><br><strong>"What the hell is going on?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 22:59:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods <br><strong>Tag:</strong> All combatants.<br><hr><br>The appearance of the werewolf on the scene seemed to provide Maricza a reprieve. The Slayer had obviously made enough of a decision about her that she was still alive. Small favors, the vampire supposed as the werewolf shifted back into human form. Now that was curious indeed that she had such control over her transformation. Maricza had heard of such ability before, but was indeed curious to know whether this Werewolf girl possessed an artifact or simply sheer force of will to enable the on cue changes. <br><br>For now she simply observed until one of the youths made the same observation she'd just been pondering. He was smart, and that could be a boon to the slayer. Another of the male youths seemed quite adept at hand to hand combat. He too would be a valuable asset to the slayer provided she didn't just disappear into the night. It was likely enough that she would be overwhelmed by the amount of things gathered in one place (as if by fate) that proved unfathomable. Sure enough, there was another who voiced this overwhelmed mindset. <br><br>Maricza responded to his question. "Of course they're real. Lucky for you there is a girl that keeps the dark things in the night at bay. What she does in the dark, keeps you safely in the light. I am one of those dark things as well. But in me, unlike any other vampire I know, shines the light of a soul." She explained further, mostly for Scarlett's benefit. "Certain magics known to my clan gave my soul back to me. So I do my part as well. Like the slayer I would keep those in the light safe from my soulless brethren." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 04:58:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Emily Hartwell<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jack, Scarlett, whoever<br><hr><sub>"Sorry for trying to help,"</sub> Emily mumbles, before straightening to glance back at Jack (and trying to ignore the sharp thing still pointed in her general direction).&nbsp; "Um, are you sure I'm one of those?&nbsp; I mean, nobody told me anything about this stuff, but after I first changed it wasn't ever really hard to change when I wanted to.&nbsp; Or to not if I didn't, either.&nbsp; You know."<br><br>She falls silent as the older woman speaks -- partly because the conversation is winding itself even further into the realm of things she knows nothing about, but mostly because she's not eager to invite more interrogation about...whatever weird ideas these people had about whatever weird thing they thought she was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 21:23:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/Scarlett.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Slayer (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Just about everyone<br><hr><br>She laughs at first. "A vampire with a soul?" But it makes a sort of sense.&nbsp; There was life in Maricza's eyes when she'd looked into them earlier.&nbsp; And now this girl changes at will?&nbsp; She sheathes the silver stake and looks from person to person.&nbsp; She's seriously starting to get freaked out.&nbsp; This many people can't know who she is.&nbsp; "Look, I appreciate the help, really.&nbsp; But this is dangerous, like life or death dangerous." She turns to Maricza. "Honestly she's the only one that strikes me as knowing what she's getting into." For a moment Scarlett takes in just how fit and truly beautiful the vampire is.&nbsp; She might not be Simon's worst fear of being a lesbian, but she is certainly open to the idea of dating a girl...or a guy.&nbsp; <br><br>She shakes her head, looking for Legs from earlier and not seeing her.&nbsp; That would be a nice distraction right about now.&nbsp; Scarlett takes a deep breath and takes a step back.&nbsp; "Yes, vampires and werewolves are real, I'm the one that stands <i>alone</i> against all of it.&nbsp; I have to save the world, not you guys.&nbsp; Just go home." She waves them off, but it's her that's backing towards the tree-line.&nbsp; "Please...just stay safe." If not stopped she turns to run out of there.&nbsp; She just wants to get home, but her heart is beating ninety miles an hour, adrenaline shooting through her veins.&nbsp; She's having a panic attack.<br><br>Get home, change, and relax for a few minutes before bed.&nbsp; Of course, every time she closes her eyes all she can see is those same faces dying gruesome deaths while trying to help her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 00:18:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e63/consortium11/8bb9cd32-4a6c-4103-8295-ce81259a62e7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Azorin (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948148#msg7948148)<br><strong>Location: The Woods</strong> <br><strong>Tag: Open</strong> <br><hr><br>A slayer. A slayer here... in Fairview.<br><br>Azorin could take any form he wished and the form he took now was utterly non-descript. No-one batted an eyelid as he made his way though the party, still going on despite the drama and the odd screams.<br><br>A slayer! A slayer in Fairview.<br><br>In his long life... well, he supposed it was “life”... he had made no effort to seek out a Slayer. In truth he had done the opposite deliberately avoiding areas where a Slayer had been reported. Slayers were messy. They tried to kill creatures like him. Azorin wasn't entire certain he could be killed but he might be banished and more than that he could be caused a lot of pain. And Azorin had no liking for pain. But to have a Slayer here? On his doorstep? It was not an opportunity to be denied. Not to kill her... God, all that would do would bring another one... one who would likely hold a vendetta against him. No, to manipulate, to tease, to torment, to see exactly what reactions he could get from her.<br><br>Fairview was looking to become a very interesting place...<br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/mens_penguin_sweater_nordstrom.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Reid (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948132#msg7948132)<br><strong>Location: The Faces nightclub</strong> <br><strong>Tag: Open</strong> <br><hr><br>Sam hadn't quite run screaming from the woods that night but he wasn't far off. And it had taken another few dozen slugs of whisky before he finally passed out warm and supposedly safe in his bed. The next day had been little better. He'd tried to put thoughts of it from his mind but he couldn't... something certainly not helped&nbsp; by the fact that as he wandered the college campus he caught glances of the people he had seen the night before. He didn't take it any further. He didn't want to. He just wanted to pretend the whole bloody mess had never happened.<br><br>And it likewise wasn't helped by the fact that sat in The Faces that evening, the main nightclub in town and the one his father owned... hell, the one place he should feel most comfortable of all... he saw them all again...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 23:23:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods <br><strong>Tag:</strong> All combatants.<br><hr>Once the danger had passed, the small group that fate had brought together in the clearing dispersed as quickly as it had collected. While the kids watched the slayer dash off into the night, Maricza too had taken her leave and silently faded into the shadows. The slayer's quickened pulse was like drums in the vampire's ears, but such things were not to be divulged to others. <br><br>She stayed at the party for a time, but had no more encounters with the supernatural. There were plenty more instances of drunk teens getting themselves into trouble, but save for an odd feeling that she was tempting fate in the worst way possible, she sensed no more vampires about. Was this feeling a result of facing a slayer and not being made into so much dust... or was there something even darker on the horizon? A gypsy was rarely confused about her intuition, but tonight, Maricza felt as though she could scarcely trust it. What she did trust though, was that in all her many years she'd not been filled with such a sense of foreboding. Perhaps the Hellmouth was getting to her. Her nomadic lifestyle made it so she'd never spent this long in one place before. Let alone spending this much time in close proximity to a Hellmouth. <br><br>Once the party died down, she clocked out and headed home to her tomb. Her 'home' was a small basement apartment near the heart of town. She'd put damask blackout curtains on the two small windows. With the spoils of her war against the undead like herself she could have afforded a much more affluent lifestyle, but she simply couldn't dream of it. Instead she settled for a meager apartment with a false wall behind which she hid her unique sleeping arrangement. <br><br>She awoke at sunset, and began her first patrol hoping it wouldn't intersect with the Slayer's. The girl didn't trust her yet. that much was obvious, but at least she was curious and willing to entertain the thought that Maricza wasn't a threat. As Maricza passed through the center of town, she noted that The Faces was busy as always... Wait wasn't that...? That might have been one of the kids from the clearing last night.&nbsp; Her intuition nudged her in his direction. Fine. She'd go in. Just for a moment. Just to check...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 20:54:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/hayden_panettiere_candies_outakes_2008_oIY6bSU.jpg~original)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scarlett Steel (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Faces<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br><hr>After running off and away from the group the other night, Scarlett returned home, changed and sat down to relax...when her ex-boyfriend showed up at her door.&nbsp; Ex as in from <i>Atlanta</i>.&nbsp; She'd not seen him in nearly a year and then as his stalker-like behavior would lend itself to...he shows up out of nowhere.&nbsp; When all was said and done he left of his own accord, but it left Scarlett a little weaker than she'd have wanted to be after a night.&nbsp; She'd slept in the position he'd left her in, and then got up for a shower and a long hard thought process of what he'd done to her and how she'd plot her revenge against him.<br><br>Most of the day was spent reflecting on last night, from the vampires that copped a feel to Scott showing up, that bastard, and forcing her to cum.&nbsp; It's really confusing when you're sure you hate the guy, but your body responds to him in an entirely different manner.&nbsp; That's why tonight the 19 year old isn't thinking about it.&nbsp; She's going to this club called The Faces, doing a small patrol there but mostly trying to have fun, if some asshole vamp shows up she'll be sure to stake it....probably in the back alley.<br><br>She's wearing a black vest, sleeveless and with only a bra under it to lift her breasts, showing plenty of cleavage.&nbsp; It also shows off just a hint of her midriff.&nbsp; While she knows it's not exactly post-harassment wear, she's not going to let it bother her.&nbsp; Or at least it's not getting her down as much as she thinks it should.&nbsp; Whatever.&nbsp; A pair of cute, heeled boots, a plaid, school-girl skirt and she's ready to go.&nbsp; She's keeping her hair down, and lo-and-behold she doesn't even have to wait in the line outside.&nbsp; As they pick girls out of the line to come inside...to meet some sort of perfect ratio, she's fingered and told she can come along.&nbsp; She waves at a few of the guys along the way, throwing a dirty smirk their way before heading inside.&nbsp; <br><br>She has a mask in her purse, that she checks in near the front.&nbsp; Technically she also has black leggings in the purse as well, but she's slowly finding that Alexis is right.&nbsp; Was right.&nbsp; She just doesn't have the time to change all the time.&nbsp; She'll have to live with some people figuring it out, and all she can do is deny it.&nbsp; She sighs as she works her way up to the second level to peer over the dance floor.&nbsp; Maybe in a minute she'll go lose herself on it and find some guys to grind against...or some girls.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 22:32:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Faces<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett, Open<br><hr><br>Jack had already come to the Faces, dressed somewhat for the occasion in a white collared shirt, unbuttoned black waistcoat, and blue tie to go with a pair of jeans and sneakers. <br><br>The previous night hadn't been kind to him. Unlike what he had expected walking in, he had not gotten shitfaced and laid. Instead, he had helped the Slayer with her job. Consequently, he had been up almost the entire night doing more research on the Slayer, and also at epicenters of supernatural activity. He had discovered a few in the states: all of the big places one might expect, like LA, New York, Chicago, Atlanta, and other huge population centers (and Cleveland), but there were two unexpected points on the map, two sleepy suburban towns that seemed to have mass amounts of things that go bump in the night for no rhyme or reason. He happened to be attending college in one of them. That was more than a little worrisome.<br><br>After getting what sleep he could, he woke to work on more Slayer research. It was while compiling some information from Atlanta that he stumbled across it. He had been going through Atlanta's database of traffic cam pictures; it was a grainy black-and-white still image from a traffic camera across the street from a small graveyard, taken at about midnight, depicting what was most definitely the girl wearing the leather catsuit he had met last night, the one who claimed she was the Slayer. He did a double-take when he saw the image from the hacked files. He zoomed in on her to make sure. Oh, it was definitely her, domino mask and silver cross on the zipper.<br><br>After lunch, Jack spent his afternoon downloading and cracking facial recognition software, and then uploaded the grainy image into his new program. It processed for a moment before spitting out several possible other appearances, with different hair colors and lengths. More importantly, they didn't have the domino mask. "Holy shit..." It was the girl who had swooped in and kicked the crap out of three of those guys who had been trying to molest one of the girls at the party.<br><br>He glanced down at the clock in the bottom-right corner of his display, then out the window. It was definitely dark enough to merit potential vampire appearances. Well, if he was going to meet the Slayer again tonight, he would need to be out of the dorm room. After bidding adieu to his concealed pet scorpion, he slipped off-campus and began his trek to one of the newer clubs, the Faces. <br><br>And so, he sat at a little table off to the side, keeping a weather eye on the door when he spotted a familiar head of blonde hair entering the premises. Jack wove through the crowd, trying to get to Scarlett before she got to the dance floor and he lost her in the bigger crowd assembled there. He managed to catch up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hi there, Slayer," he said quietly, not wanting to draw any more attention than was necessary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 06:28:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/hayden_panettiere_candies_outakes_2008_oIY6bSU.jpg~original)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scarlett Steel (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Faces<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jack<br><hr><br>Scarlett turns when she feels the tap on her shoulder.&nbsp; She finds one of the guys there from last night, the one that had helped take out one of the many vampires.&nbsp; He's kind of nerdy, all told, but there's a handsomeness to him that...if Scarlett imagines just right, could be really attractive. Hell the messy mop, the straight-laced look.&nbsp; After what Scott did to her last night... the straight-laced look is quite nice to look at indeed.&nbsp; Of course it's ruined by what comes out of his mouth. "Just leave me alone." She turns back to the railing, her hands gripping it and she looks over the crowd below.&nbsp; She has a feeling that he's not going to leave her alone.&nbsp; Few can once they get a taste for what really goes bump in the night. <br><br>Whether it's curiosity or fascination, or wanting to <i>do</i> something about it, they all just want to help a little too much.&nbsp; Right up until it gets them killed.&nbsp; A frown mars her otherwise beautiful features as she stares at the crowd below.&nbsp; If she hasn't scared him off she'll look over to him.&nbsp; "You're not going away." There's a half-scowl there but she relents anyway. "Fair warning, people close to me tend to die.&nbsp; You ready to give up your life to be my friend?" Hell maybe he's not offering that, maybe he's just as much of a creep as Scott and wants to hold it over her.&nbsp; He figured it out, so now he wants to blackmail her into having sex with him.<br><br>Of course, there are better places to do that, especially when dealing with someone that has super human strength and could easily toss him over the railing and to the ground below.&nbsp; She eyes him, wondering what the next words out of his mouth will be, and wondering if she shouldn't just toss him over the railing... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 06:56:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Faces<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett, Open<br><hr><br>Jack doesn't move an inch, waiting for her reaction. Irritation, coldness, emotional distance, the usual. Admittedly, it was pretty much what he had expected after that little "keep away from me" speech she had given the night before. Ignoring the scowl, said simply, "No," and waited again. He had to admit, the Slayer, whatever her actual name was, was quite attractive, and, judging by the outfits he had seen her in, she wasn't exactly afraid to show it.<br><br>Scarlett's second statement prompted another, "No," from Jack. After her warning, he asked a bit sarcastically, "Is there danger pay?" He was rather hoping the quip would have a positive effect rather than a negative one. He brushed down the front of his vest, smoothing out a few imaginary wrinkles. The computer whiz took a deep breath, realizing that he would probably end up about a floor down below if he managed to piss her off. And as fun as jumping a railing could be sometimes if he was drunk, being tossed bodily over one didn't sound on the same page.<br><br>"Look, relax about it. I don't really do a whole lot of fighting, so I'd probably relegate myself to something like... what was the term... Watcher? Yeah, I'd be like a Watcher. As you've probably ascertained, I'm good with research. And I'm pretty good with technology, too. Admittedly, not too many nasty nocturnal beasties tend to go for technology, but I can try to give you a leg up with some fun little toys. Or, failing that, I just fix your computer. You know, whatever works." He sincerely hoped he was sounding like he could contribute something to this little endeavor. He added, "Besides, according to some other research I've done, I don't really cleave to the idea of living in a demonic hotspot without knowing what the goings-on are. That just sounds kind of dangerous."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 07:28:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/hayden_panettiere_candies_outakes_2008_oIY6bSU.jpg~original)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scarlett Steel (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Faces<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jack<br><hr><br>She eyes him when he tries to be funny, it falls kind of flat against her.&nbsp; But then she's gone through some serious shit since becoming the Slayer, she really doesn't need stupid uninformed jokes just fucking with her.&nbsp; Silence is his reward for the quip and another glare from her when he tells her to relax. "You need to learn how to fight." She informs him when he says he won't do a lot. "My last watcher, an actual <i>trained</i> watcher, was killed when she protected by family from an ogre." She eyes him carefully. "If you want the role, you've got a <i>lot</i> to live up to." She's a little...cold but then she did just say her last watcher died.&nbsp; She's still trying to scare him off from doing anything about it, though there's a pain in her stomach...really more north in her <i>heart</i>.&nbsp; She could use a friend, especially with one more enemy to tack to her rather impressive list of enemies.&nbsp; <br><br>It's lonely.&nbsp; Really lonely.&nbsp; She sighs.&nbsp; "If you get killed, I'm going to figure out how to raise you from the dead just so I can kill you myself." She narrows her eyes at him.&nbsp; She looks like she's dead serious (bad pun!) about it. "Goddammit." She sighs again and looks over the crowd again. "Help me look for vampires down there.&nbsp; Think of it as an initiation.&nbsp; You fail and someone else dies for it.&nbsp; No pressure." He got her to talk a little bit, and while it's hard to tell if she's joking or not, she is at least <i>talking</i> to him.&nbsp; "I'm Scarlett." Her eyes flit over to him. "You are?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 14:26:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Slayer, all.<br><hr><br>The certainly would spot a vampire... Just thankfully not the hostile kind as Maricza slowly weaved through the crowd below them. She could feel the eyes of the Slayer on her - Maricza had seen her on the balcony almost immediately chatting with one of the other kids from last night. The Slayer's body language was closed and cold, but the young man's showed interest and openness. It was the same story on a different day. Women like her - Alluring and mysterious - Never failed to garnish more attention than they cared for. Maricza too knew all to well the strains of a solitary life. If anyone in the room understood Scarlett's icy exterior, it was the vampire with a soul. <br><br>She picked her way through the crowd trying in vain to discover the source of her intuitive bad feeling. Something truly awful was going to happen in Fairview if fate didn't allow them to conspire to stop it. Maybe all that was needed was the right people in the right place with the right knowledge. Maybe just being here to forge bonds with those people would prevent ultimate disaster. Only time would tell - So in the mean time, Maricza took a seat at a table, watching. Waiting for something to happen.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 20:42:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/Dahliaburn.jpg)</div><br>Something was about to happen.<br><br>Some called them punks. Some called them anarchists. Some just called them trouble.<br><br>No-one knew the real truth but one didn't have to know that to realise this group weren't good news. Ripped jeans, tattered leather jackets, piercings, tattoos; they weren't exactly the sort of people one was likely to bring home to your parents. Perhaps it was a sad testament to the way we judge people solely on appearance but then again one look into their eyes, into their sneering faces, into their general demeanour would quickly reinforce the point. These were not nice people and even in a place as eclectic as The Faces they stood out. Not that they cared. The group had claimed a corner of the bar as their own, circling round a pool table, harsh looks and words to anyone who dared to come close to them. Their general disdain for everyone else there was immediately apparent, as the strange <em>soulless</em> nature of their eyes. <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/mens_penguin_sweater_nordstrom.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Reid (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948132#msg7948132)<br><strong>Location: The Faces nightclub</strong> <br><strong>Tag: Open</strong> <br><hr><br>Sam wasn't in a hurry to go reminisce about the wonderful previous evening he'd shared with those he recognised from the woods. In truth he was hoping they'd all just disappear like they were a mere figment of his imagination, a messed up trip from some badly cut drugs and little more. What he did notice was the new arrivals who had monopolised one corner of the bar and he could tell he wasn't the only one... he could see Steve the lead bouncer, a big, burly man, likewise run a practised eye over them, noting their numbers and positions and almost imperceptibly tilting his head to his colleagues as they prepared for any signs of trouble.<br><br>Sam had seen it all before and in some ways was almost looking forward to it. Some trouble makers come wandering in thinking they're untouchable and the bouncers quickly showed them they weren't. Perhaps watching some punk kid getting tossed head first out the door would improve his mood, take his mind off what had come before. He could see a reminder of what had happened out of the corner of his eye, the blond who had called herself a "Slayer" and the geek looking guy as well as that older woman who had showed up and the Slayer girl had almost stabbed wandering below them. Not good memories. Not good at all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 02:50:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gs1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/8019B6/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_m97muidtaR1qiaif5o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jack Connors (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7969056#msg7969056)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Faces<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Scarlett, Open<br><hr><br>Jack took it all in. <strong>"Oh. So you're not going to toss me down onto the next floor, and you're going to have me put other peoples' lives on the line instead? Lovely,"</strong> he remarked, scanning the nightclub's crowd. As he did so, he replied, <strong>"I'm Jack. Pleased to meet you on a first-name basis rather than by streetcam footage and brawls with drunk guys and the undead."</strong> His gaze flitted back and forth until it landed on a strange empty space around a pool table. He identified the people responsible for clearing it out rather quickly, but he couldn't really get a good grip on whether they were just the regular intimidating or if there was something else about them, something else keeping people away. He caught a glimpse of one's eyes as he circled the pool table to line up a shot, and he made a call.<br><br>He nudged the Slayer in the side. <strong>"Well, Scarlett, I hate to sound like I'm stereotyping, but there's something not all-there about that group around the pool table. It's in the eyes, I think. Window to the soul, and all that, and I'm willing to guess the curtains are drawn on theirs because nobody's home. Plus, also, that one that said she had a soul last night is wandering around too. Just so you know."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 07:46:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/hayden_panettiere_candies_outakes_2008_oIY6bSU.jpg~original)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scarlett Steel (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Faces<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Jack<br><hr><br>"You are stereotyping, a lot of guys that look like that are real gentlemen, nice guys." She shrugs but looks at them and the way they're basically claiming the pool table area as their own.&nbsp; "Hmm, well there's a good way to find out." She flashes a smile at him, going from near ice to warm and bubbly at the drop of a hat.&nbsp; She does turn to the floor, "Oh good, you did spot her." she winks then moves for the stairs.&nbsp; She puts her hips into motion, swinging back and forth.&nbsp; Her heels clip the floor as she heads straight for the table with the guys standing around it.&nbsp; Scarlett picks up a pool cue when she gets close, grinning from ear to ear.&nbsp; Assuming these guys are straight, she knows she should be turning some eyes towards her. "So who's up for a game? Or are you guys afraid you'll get schooled by a <i>girl</i>?" She smiles sweetly, she's...okay at pool, but it's not her forte.&nbsp; She'd rather them be vamps and to stab them through the heart with the wooden pool cue, rather than actually play a game of pool. <br><br>She looks from one to the other, peering at tats, looking into their eyes, and generally looking for anything funky about them.&nbsp; Of course they're punks, but do they have pentegram earrings, or tats, or do they have some kind of mystical doo-dad in all of those piercings?&nbsp; Is there a soul behind those eyes and most of all, do they know who <i>she</i> is? Or is she another piece of meat to them?&nbsp; All the while she looks like she's just flirting with the guys from anyone around the table.&nbsp; She smiles, shifts her hips, and generally holds the frame of someone that's not afraid to flaunt what her momma gave her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eislynn</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 17:36:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/0/-/Z/Y/haywire-gina-carano7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maricza Zupan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7955939#msg7955939)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Woods <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Slayer, all.<br><hr><br>She noticed the hooligans pretty quickly herself, but remained on watch as she realized the slayer was already approaching them. Maricza looked on with interest, using her unique senses to feel out the situation. If the slayer found herself in danger, she could move in to assist, but for now, she couldn't reliably determine what it was that was off about the kids at the pool table. Though it was often easier to attack first, and ask questions later, she was old enough and wise enough to know that prevented getting all the answers. <br><br>Besides, maybe they were just dumb punk kids. Hovever, the foreboding feeling she got in her chest, told Maricza the chances of that were lessening by the minute. She kept sweeping the club with her eyes, looking for any signs of trouble other than that brewing in the corner. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>consortium11</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 01:14:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/Dahliaburn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Group of Punks<br><strong>Location: The Faces nightclub by the pool table</strong> <br><strong>Tag: Scarlett, Open</strong> <br><hr><br>Dahlia Burn hated places like this. Generic college bars in generic college towns, all hints of individuality and character stripped away. You could hear it in the music, in the awful, indifferent, generic radio rock. You could see it in the dress sense, everyone trying too hard to look like an extra from one of those terrible coming of age shows. She idly flicked one of the strands of her hair away from her eyes, her tongue running over lip piercing. She hated places like this. Hated towns like this. Places like this were just cogs in the machine, a way for the obedient little drones to blow off a little steam before they returned to learning how to be better cogs for the machine, ready to go out into the world and keep the system going. Scum. Nothing but scum.<br><br>But tasty scum.<br><br>She'd been part of the machine once. A long time ago. Now she wrecked the machine. She tore it apart. Metaphorically and physically. People wanted their nice polite little simple lives. She changed that. She made people open their eyes, however briefly, and realise the truth. That there was more than just the machine. That the system needed to be smashed. Torn apart. Ripped up. Rended limb from limb. Sucked dry. And these drones, these little things that danced and sang and frolicked in a place like this? They were part of the system, whether they realised it or not. She lit a cigarette, drawing the cancer in before blowing the smoke out, disdainfully flicking away the "No Smoking" sign. She didn't follow <em>their</em> rules.<br><br>Her eyes were drawn to one of the drones, seemingly too brave her own good or too stupid to know better. A pretty morsel. There was more than one way to suck a vessel dry and Dahlia didn't mind which gender her dinner was. She sneered slightly. How little this pretty little thing knew. She likely thought life was so simple, so easy. She had no idea what went bump in the night. No idea of what existed in the margins of the world, what could haunt her dreams. Her dreams were probably haunted by the idea of not being hit on by a jock. Pathetic. She inhaled again. The time would be soon.<br><br>One of the punks Scarlett had addressed turned to her. He was a big man... if man was the correct term... dressed in a skinhead style (http://sangbleu.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Skinhead-Leicester-Square-1981.png), his big soulless eyes latching on to Scarlett's. Someone willing to look at him in greater depth might think there was something slightly off about him. One aware of the supernatural would understand he was a vampire, even without his "vamp face" on. When he spoke his words were direct and powerful, no actions beyond a sneer and a snarl.<br><br><strong>"Fuck off."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scarlett the Vampire Slayer: IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darwishi</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 16:43:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/hayden_panettiere_candies_outakes_2008_oIY6bSU.jpg~original)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Scarlett Steel (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Faces<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hooligan Vamps, Maricza, Jack<br><hr><br>This close she'd have to be near blind to not see that these guys are vampires.&nbsp; Even then there's a certain <i>smell</i> that comes along with the undead, something she's never quite understood, maybe it's her powers.&nbsp; Maybe it's just that their rotting flesh is now held indefinitely in suspended animation, maybe it's just that vampires forget to take showers!&nbsp; The <i>stench</i> would be hard to ignore if she were blind, she's heard those other senses get enhanced even more so than her slayer abilities allow.&nbsp; She leans against her pool cue and bats her eyes up at the big mean one.&nbsp; "Aw come on, I just wanna play <i>one game</i>." She knows Maricza is somewhere behind her, and probably keeping an eye on things.<br><br>At least she hopes the non-soulless (souled?) vampire is paying attention.&nbsp; Her free hand, the one not on the pool cue, reaches behind her back like she's got an itch that needs scratching.&nbsp; The points out the ones she's confirmed then turns her index and middle finger into curled things and makes them "leap" forward like a snake catching it's prey.&nbsp; She's trying to indicate that they're vampires, and with no hand-signals worked out, it's kind of a difficult thing to do!&nbsp; <br><br>She's glad to have the wooden pool cue in hand, it'd be easy to snap it over her knee if the shit hits the fan, which it probably will.&nbsp; They apparently don't recognize her (why should they? She's lived in Atlanta and has only worn a mask up until now), which works to her advantage.&nbsp; Mostly, since they also don't fear her, probably assuming she's some ditz that can't take a hint.&nbsp; Her hand returns from her back, settling on her popped hips.&nbsp; She's not sure how to transition this into a back alley, maybe they'll just grab her, maybe they'll suggest it.&nbsp; She's not sure how to do it without giving away that she's a lot more capable than she's letting on at the moment.
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