'Teenage Wasteland'
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				Title: <strong>'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 06:48:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Teenage Wasteland</strong></span><br><br>(http://ist1-1.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/1/f/d/c/1fdcN/tumblr_m8zahppFjr1rnuapfo1_500.gif)<br><br><strong>Prologue </strong></div><br><sup><strong>Location:&nbsp; Franklin Canyon<br>Tag:&nbsp; Closed</strong></sup><br><br>A light rustling sound swishes through the leaves of the trees.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the wind slightly picked up.&nbsp; &nbsp; A foreboding darkness as the night sky is blocked by the clouds that have swept in off the coast.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Glancing around Sarah raised her hand.&nbsp; Holding her cell phone up in order to get a reception.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her eyes dart,&nbsp; a fearful gaze is cast into the surrounding darkness.&nbsp; &nbsp; The back of her neck felt all prickly as fear grows.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;For the last half hour a sense that she is being followed is ever present.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>It had been late in the afternoon when she had been able to get out to the park.&nbsp; &nbsp;The park being the state park&nbsp; Franklin Canyon.&nbsp; For she loved to take her runs in the hiking trails of the park.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through on most days she would start her run around 3pm.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, on this day she had been late and didn't get started into 6pm.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Running for usually just over an hour.&nbsp; &nbsp;When reaching her turn around spot.&nbsp; &nbsp;It had been the first time she had sensed she was being followed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead of turning back,&nbsp; she kept going farther away from the parking and her car.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The wind sent a chill that touches her to her very bones.&nbsp; &nbsp; Panic begins to set in, causing her to break into a run.&nbsp; Wildly her legs pumped as the fear now took hold with pure terror.&nbsp; Something incredibly evil is behind her, pushing her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her heart raced,&nbsp; pumping and thumping as if going to explode.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Then suddenly it seemed her heart leaped out of her breasts.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her mouth opens as her legs pushed on,&nbsp; then blackness.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><div align="center">(http://ist1-4.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/1/f/d/h/1fdhY/dripping_blood.gif)</div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/1/e/m/a/1ema4/TeenageVampire10.jpg)</div><sup><strong>Location:&nbsp; Sunset Blvd,&nbsp; Super Burger<br>Tag:&nbsp; Open</strong></sup>&nbsp; Its almost 8 pm,&nbsp; &nbsp;with only a few minutes before her shift starts.&nbsp; &nbsp; Vi&nbsp; darted in and out of traffic on her in-line skates on her way to work.&nbsp; &nbsp; Its Saturday night and she is working the late shift at Super Burger.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dressed in her work uniform.&nbsp; More a cheer leading outfit.&nbsp; With the logo Super Burgers on it.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>To onlookers she appears reckless as she skates down the boulevard.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her balance is uncanny.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her reflexes preternatural in reaction.&nbsp; With a couple of short quick bursts.&nbsp; She reaches the desired target.&nbsp; &nbsp;Moving in such a fashion she caught the vehicle as it went 46 mph.&nbsp; &nbsp;Reaching she grabs the back bumper and hitches a ride from it.&nbsp; <br><br>I really don't need to grab the bumper.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can move just as fast and make it on time.&nbsp; &nbsp;However,&nbsp; it would cause a stir.&nbsp; &nbsp;A stir that would not do any good for myself.&nbsp; &nbsp; For I am a vampire,&nbsp; how or why&nbsp; I'am not sure with.&nbsp; &nbsp;I really don't have a clue.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>My stop,&nbsp; letting go of the bumper.&nbsp; &nbsp;I veer off and into the parking lot of Super Burger.&nbsp; &nbsp;Slowing myself down quickly yet subtly.&nbsp; Not at all worrying about if I crash or not.&nbsp; I heal rather quickly.&nbsp; &nbsp;A broken leg now would be mere minutes before its good as new.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>I head straight in and clock in.&nbsp; I had a minute to spar before the start of the shift.&nbsp; I grin,&nbsp; for I am not late.&nbsp; &nbsp; I wonder why I still do this.&nbsp; &nbsp;Much has changed.&nbsp; &nbsp;But it gives me stability.&nbsp; &nbsp;It keeps me grounded.&nbsp; &nbsp;Grabbing one of the ticket books.&nbsp; &nbsp;She head back out the door and skate over to the red Porsche that just came in.&nbsp; &nbsp; My thoughts continue as I got out to the red car.&nbsp; &nbsp;I never feed at or around my work.&nbsp; &nbsp; I hunger for blood.&nbsp; It never leaves, it lessens through the hunger when I feed.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have been fortunate.&nbsp; I haven't killed anyone yet.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Morganatic</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 14:15:07</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">RADOJKA PERVANIC<br>Location: Sunset Blvd, Super Burger<br>Tagging: Open, Vi</span></strong><br><br>Radojka stirs, wakes, sits up - and screams. The last rays of the hated sun play across her face before it finally sinks below the horizon, scalding her face with their killing radiance. It's not enough to burn her, to sear her flesh and char her down to the bone - but the pain is intense, and she reels back, clutching at her face and trying tear away the scalded flesh. Every instinct in her body is telling her to breathe, to suck down great whooping lungfuls of air - and though she's a deathless creature, freed from such petty constraints as the need for oxygen, that's exactly what she does. Curled up into a ball, she spends a minute or so sobbing and wheezing, trying to recover from the pain, and waiting for the night to truly begin.<br><br>She'd had little time to plan out her day's sleep for yesterday - caught in the Franklin Canyon Park area following an abortive foray downtown, she'd only had a matter of minutes to find somewhere to rest before the sun rose, and somewhere where the local junkies and children playing wouldn't disturb her. She'd bedded down in a pile of mulchy undergrowth, worming her way into a thick bank of decaying autumn leaves like some sort of animal. It had worked - no-one had bothered her, and here she was, intact of everything but her dignity. <br><br>The young vampir stands, brushes off the worst of the mud and the mouldering leaves, and begins to don her outer garments again. Long coat, to hide the worst of her hunched back; headscarf to cover her hairless pate and knife-like ears; dark sunglasses, discarded by some Hollywood starlet, to hide her eyes. As she begins moving about, waves of dizziness hit her - a rumbling stomach still not convinced that it doesn't need food, and a deeper, more primal hunger for blood, that uncoils sinuously within her as she bestirs herself to action. With long, clawed hands, she skims a fish out of Franklin Lake - it's just a small thing, and the cold, fishy taste of its blood makes her gag - but she drains it dry, and it gives her the strength to bestir herself. <br><br>She makes her way down to the road bordering on the park, hoping to accost anyone foolish enough to let her hitch-hike with them. No-one picks her up, but, as a great clot of cars and vehicles flows by, she smells something oddly familiar - something very similar to her own blood. A narrow, serpentine tongue flicks out, tasting the air - it tastes … like her? Another vampir? Hmm. Not unreasonable - she could hardly think that she would be the only one in these parts. And so, Radojka decides to follow the scent-trail of the other creature of the night. She can't keep up with her sister-creature on her skates, and spends some time losing and re-finding the trail, but eventually manages to track the other down. Darting from shadow to shadow, seemingly without occupying the intervening space, she finds her way to some sort of burger joint, a great censer of grease-stink that wafts its foulness into the surrounding night, with the faintest hint of tainted vitae to suggest the presence of this other woman, who's piqued her curiosity. She circles the building once, twice, getting an idea of the entrances and exits, before hunkering down across a roof opposite, her sight-line to the other woman clear - and watches her going about her work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>apygoos</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 16:54:06</strong>
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				<strong>Joshua Cale<br>Location: Sunset Blvd, Super Burger<br>Tagged: Vi, Radojka, Open</strong><br><br>A young man appeared to be wandering the sidewalk. A backpack on his back would seem to imply That he was traveling. His dark, collar length hair would look a little messy, but despite how messy he looked, he carried a sort of mysterious charm about him. Maybe it was the long black trench coat he wore over his navy blue t-shirt and jeans, some pretty worn sneakers about him too. It was likely that red streak in his dark hair, yep, that might do the trick for some.<br><br>Despite how ordinary he looked, he was far from ordinary. There was a reason he kept a lighter in his pocket next to his knife. From what he could tell he was a sorcerer. At the very core ofhis being able to manipulate the elements, protect, and even heal people on one occasion. The last time he tried to heal someone though, while he was successful, he passed out cold. It was then that he decided that his parents could no longer help him. He had to learn how to use these abilities without possibly killing himself in the process. He wasn't ever close to killing himself, but he didn't know that. He wandered looking for a master to help him learn the deeper intricacies of his "talent". <br><br>At least though he knew he could give himself a nice breeze if he wanted to. The young mans travels though were interrupted by a growling stomach, and as it would happen right insight was a Super Burger. Pretty generic name is what eh thought to himself as he walked over that way, taking a seat at one of the benches looking the menu over. He catches sight of an employee, a cute blonde on skates. He couldn't peel his gaze off her for a moment before returning his attention to the menu. He had no idea id she saw him or not, but at least he recently shaved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 20:16:44</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Kyle Young<br>Location: Sunset Blvd<br>Tagged: Vi, Radojka, Joshua, Open</strong><hr><br>Kyle Young stood in front of his amp loving the sound of his classmates and him "rocking out" as they prepared for thier Live Playing Workshop class later that week.&nbsp; Kyle attended the Musician's Institute of LA and lived just outside of LA in his parents house in Beverly Hills.&nbsp; Kyle's parents were globtroting photographers who apart from a few staff left the house entirely to their son when they were away, which was most of the time.&nbsp; Kyle let his friends have virtual free reign of the house.&nbsp; They came and went all the time either taking advantage of the pool, playing video games in one of the game rooms, lounging in one of the many recieving rooms throught the house, crashing in one of the spare bedrooms, you name it Kyle let his friends do it.&nbsp; He even converted one of the larger rooms to a music studio and this is where Kyle had practice with his band, well anyone who wanted to jam really.&nbsp; But today was an important day.&nbsp; The band had just recieved some air time on local rock radio stations and as such several minor labels were interested in having them apply for a sponsorship or two.&nbsp; This was big news.&nbsp; And Kyle decided to celebrate.<br><br>Kyle climbed into his truck and called up some friends and pick up a few more and everybody headed for Super Burgers.&nbsp; When they arrived, Kyle could smell the meat.&nbsp; He had more of a craving for meat now then ever before.&nbsp; He figured this would happen because of the wolf inside him but it was a bit of a shock as his appitite started to change.&nbsp; He liked coming here, the uniform was little more then a cheerleading outfit and there were several very good looking waitresses, but particularly interesting one.&nbsp; The blonde skated back and forth taking orders from other customers and Kyle caught the unmistakable scent.&nbsp; Something was different about her and he couldnt quite figure out what it was. <br><br>Kyle had been trying to recal more and more scents since he had turned and was trying to identify all the smells he could incase he needed to in an emergency or something like that.&nbsp; And things from the "underworld" he now found himself had a differnet smell, something just not quite human.&nbsp; And tonight was particularly interesting.&nbsp; The blonde wasnt the only scent tonight.&nbsp; There was a young man sitting at one of the tables and he was a completely new scent to him. And there was another.&nbsp; He couldnt locate the source it was there one moment and then gone the next. But it smelled similar to the blonde waitress.&nbsp; Confused Kyle put it to the back of his mind.&nbsp; He was here to celebrate.&nbsp; He waited for the rest of his friends to arrive as he looked at the menu, those in his party who had arrived generally making a nuciance of themselves at the end of the car park.&nbsp; Kyle smiled.&nbsp; Yes, he thought, tonight was a good night. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Morganatic</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 00:14:34</strong>
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				<strong>RADOJKA PERVANIC<br>Location: Super Burger<br>Tagging: Open, Vi, Joshua, Kyle</strong><br><br>Watching a young man - one of these American boys, a privileged super bro, a grotesquely over-developed foetus still swaddled in his cozy parental womb - entering Super Burger, Radojka considers making a move. She's been a little hesitant about feeding from humans so far - not a matter of principle, just the fact that she doesn't want to risk them getting away and blabbing about her existence, and she's pretty sure that blood ceases to be nourishing the minute you break the poor sucker's neck. <br><br>But then he does something odd. Something that makes her pause. He <em>sniffs</em> the air. It's not the usual 'sniffing at the rank vent stink emerging from the Super Burger - she supposes that he <em>could</em> conceivably like the smell - but he seems to be using his nose in a way that few humans would, whipping his head round to follow invisible trails of scent. Well, that or he's mad, but as Radojka peers into the night at him, eyes wide as saucers, pupils dilated into pools of darkness blacker than the night around her, she doesn't think so. She's seen people driven mad and deranged in Bosnia, and this guy - this guy looks perfectly normal. Barring the whole sniffing thing, that is. For a moment, he seems to sniff directly at her, and she freezes, eyes somehow managing to widen even further in sudden shock and surprise. After he looks away, she realises she's been holding a breath that she doesn't even need to hold - curses herself for holding on to her human weaknesses - and follows after him, intrigued, and hoping to get some blood - or at least, some information - out of this night. Brushing off the remaining leaf-mulch, she's glad that she slept yesterday in a natural setting, rather than in a dumpster (less obvious smell), and proceeds off into the Super Burger.<br><br>She's always known how to get into places she's not wanted. Oh, lockpicking's not her game, her fingers were too clumsy pre-death and now, with her inch-long talons, she'd have trouble getting the fine motor control. But as an extremely undocumented asylum seeker, she's always been on the wrong side, of any given barrier, pressing her nose up against the glass, and has a good deal of experience of circumventing such obstacles. This experience has only been bolstered by the demands exerted on her by her undead state. No money, no ID, no formal education and looking vaguely monstrous make a gal's life somewhat harder. The trick is to note where gates are, where security is, where they're looking for you - so long as you can get round them, you usually have a fairly free reign to wander about where you're not supposed to. This 'restaurant'? Well, the front door is an obvious place where they'd check visitors, keep out undesirables - it's very obvious if anyone enters, and she'd stick out like a sore thumb there. Same goes for sitting down at a table alone and within sight of the staff - they'd pick her up for sure. Or trying to buy food, with money she didn't have. But sitting down with someone else? Hmm …<br><br>She enters via a ventilation shaft on Super Burger's roof, her small body easily fitting into its tight metal confines. She emerges - regrettably - in the men's bathroom, scaring the <em>hell</em> out of a man doing a line of coke by oozing out of the vent next to him, but then, just as he's looking round a second time, trying to get a fix on her, she's off, out the door. She saunters out from the toilets, looking for all the world like she has a right to be there, then, fixing her eyes on the weird sniffing boy she saw enter earlier, makes a bee-line for him, and neatly sits down at his table.<br><br>' 'sthat you, the truck outside? Had to say - nice vheels. Is it a common thing for young guys to have a truck here?'<br><br>Dippy foreigner is a demeaning and insulting act to try to pull off, but she's new to this whole 'inveigle her vay into the social avareness of rich kids' deal, and hopefully it vill vork here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 04:40:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Maxwell (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156592.msg7190661#msg7190661)<br><strong>Location: </strong>her place then to Sunset Blvd<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Kyle, open,Kyle, Radojka, Texting Caleb, noticing Vi and Joshua<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=63457549)<br><hr><br>Jessica's ran through the woods, the smell of earth, trees, and clean free air filled her lungs.Jessica was in her wolf form running through the trees. Her heart pounded and her muscles ached from the effort and the speed she had been putting into it. And at the moment she wouldn't have had it any other way. Her lean from leap from a stone perch through some brush to the dirt path below. To any normal person it didn't look as if anyone had been in this particular part of the woods in years. But to her keen sense it was clear where the more traveled paths were. <br><br>She spent a good hour simply running and letting the animal within her roam. The hunt she had been on at the beginning still filled her. The feeling of the kill still surged through her veins. The wolf that she was now bursting with energy despite her already long run. Nearing her home again Jessica slowed, making a large circle sniffing for anything out of the ordinary. A habit she had formed when she was little. After the attack on her family Jessica had become much more aware of he surroundings and what could come from the unknown. <br><br>She padded to her back door getting out of site of anyone. Using her sense to make sure she would not be spotted and shifted to her human form. Naked she walked into her home and up to her room. Jessica had grown comfortable and confident in with her body a long time ago. It wasn't uncommon for her kind to see each other naked from time to time. Shifting and changing as they did sometimes didn't leave room for modesty. Slipping into the shower Jessica let the hot water sooth her aching muscles. The water running along her naked form, tracing every line of muscles that laid beneath the nearly flawless skin. The only marring of it being the long scar that ran along the right side of her ribcage. <br><br>Once she was done Lindsey dried off and flopped on her large bed. Glancing over she notice her phone blinking. So she rolled over and picked it up noticing Kyle had text her. <em><strong>"Hey Jessica I got great news! Come down to the super burger and enjoy the spoils!.</strong>"</em> she laughed and shook her head. <strong>"Spoils? So now he's a pirate?" </strong>she laughed and text him back. "<strong><em>Aye me matey, just don't plunder my booty when I get there. :P lolz Be there in a bit. Just got in from a long run. Don't start the fun without me!"</em></strong> she hit send and then thought for a moment. Quickly she text Caleb as well. <strong><em>"Kyle's inviting people to super burger apparently he has good news. Come with and join us."</em></strong> hitting send she hope Caleb would come and join them.<br><br>Jessica got ready to go, thankfully having a bit more freedom at the moment. Her father having become aware of the new lycans in Beverly hills around Franklin Canyon. He had sent her to help teach the new lycans and guide them. It offered a great deal more freedom. Though she knew he would still be checking in on her, and no doubt having someone watch her at points. But she was till given much more freedom in the past few weeks. More than she's had in years at the very least. Quickly dressing she looked herself over in her mirror. Pleased with what she saw Jessica went down to the garage and slipped into her fathers 1970 Boss 302 mustang. Cherry red with Midnight black racing strips. The engine roared to life and Jessica smiled. Hitting the radio she slid it smoothly into gear and was off. <br><br>..........<br><br>As she neared the burger joint Jessica turned down her music and pulled in. Making her way around all the people and finding herself a spot to mark. Stepping out she laughed at the wolf whistles, how ironic and off base those guys were and they didn't even now it. Locking the car Jessica headed inside. Her sense going into hyper mode for a moment she took a deep breath. Her mind sorting through the scents with ease. A few in particular peaked her interest. She glance about her noting the more noticeable scent of death in the air. He made her a bit on edge, but she kept the stirring inside under control. Over years of work she had learned to control her wolf, though there were times she simple didn't want to. <br><br>Spotting Kyle she knotted the odd looking woman he was sitting with. Her scent told her she was a woman, though it also told her something odd He was certainly attracting some strange ones. If he was introducing his new girl friend to her tonight she was going to have to ask if he was feeling well. The woman leaned over the table and was covered from head to toe. As strange as it was Jessica walked closer and slide into the seat at his table. Sitting to the right of him, Jessica brought a soft smile to her face. <strong>"Evening Hun, so...what is this wonderful news and where are my spoils?" </strong>she asked with a cheeky grin. Looking to the woman at the table, <strong>"Hello.</strong>" she said lightly. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 04:49:52</strong>
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				<strong>Viola Trojan&nbsp; (Vi)<br>Location:&nbsp; Super Burger<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Joshua, Kyle, Radojka, open</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://ist1-1.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/1/f/C/I/1fCI1/1SB.jpg)</div>The fast food drive in of Super Burger holds a nostalgia type atmosphere from the fifties.&nbsp; &nbsp; The large male and female burgers on its roof.&nbsp; &nbsp;With bright neon lights for eyes,&nbsp; lighting up in the night time shine brightly.&nbsp; &nbsp; The place as always is filling up with customers.&nbsp; &nbsp; Along with many types of cars.&nbsp; &nbsp; From antiques to low riders from East LA.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Of which for the latter, two currently in a competition are bouncing.&nbsp; &nbsp;As they play with the hydraulic lifts that the cars have been modified with.&nbsp; &nbsp; As for the antiques, the most impressive one there at the time.&nbsp; Is a 1965&nbsp; Pontiac GTO convertible,&nbsp; black exterior with a red interior.&nbsp; Along with the cars,&nbsp; motorcycles are present.&nbsp; &nbsp;From the Harly Davidson riders to the exotic Italian and Japanese crotch rockets.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The fact that gang members of rival gangs currently patronize the drive in is simply impressive.&nbsp; &nbsp;The drive in through is a long time respected neutral ground of rivals new and old,&nbsp; a mini Switzerland.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Currently besides the blonde Vi,&nbsp; &nbsp;three other girls dressed in the fifty type sexy uniforms are skating around the parking lot in taking orders and bringing out food.&nbsp; &nbsp; It seems not a minute goes by that Vi or one of the other three girls are zipping around on their skates.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Suddenly the blonde car hop gal is coming to a halt before Joshua.&nbsp; &nbsp;Flashing him a engaging smile as she asks if he is ready to order.&nbsp; "You ready to order hun?&nbsp; The half pound guacamole burger is on special with large fries and large drink for $6.99."<br><br>At the same time the blonde is over speaking to another young man.&nbsp; One of the other car hops skates over towards&nbsp; Kyle and Rodjka.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps it is a innate defense mechanism in a instinctive way.&nbsp; &nbsp;But the young girl loses her smile as she goes to address the two.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps a wave of spooky washes over her.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she repeats the same thing the blonde is at the same time.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Anyone within and around Super burgers will hear a crash.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sound of garbage can being thudded into,&nbsp; from behind super burger.&nbsp; &nbsp;That is anyone with a keen sense of hearing would detect.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>None of the other car hops or patrons react,&nbsp; the blonde through swivels a look in the direction the noise had come from.&nbsp; &nbsp;As another bang comes.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Is someone breaking the unwritten code of the drive in.&nbsp; &nbsp;That what is beyond is left there.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 13:01:44</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Kyle Young (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156592.msg7169756#msg7169756)<br>Location: Sunset Blvd<br>Tagged: Vi, Radojka, Joshua, Open</strong><hr><br>Kyle laughed as he received Jessica’s text message <strong>”Aye me matey, just don't plunder my booty when I get there.&nbsp; lolz Be there in a bit. Just got in from a long run. Don't start the fun without me!"</strong>&nbsp; Sending a quick reply, “Aww. But that booty of yours is just so damn perfect :P&nbsp; Hurry, see you when you get here.”&nbsp; Putting his phone away Kyle picked up a menu and began to read the quite familiar choices as he noticed someone else was at his table.<br><br>A woman sat down at Kyle’s table, not terribly surprising as Kyle was here with a large party most of whom had brought friends, though most of them knew each other at the very least had seen/met each other before at some party or gig. But Kyle recognized the not quite human smell from earlier as his dark smile appeared on his face. Inhaling this woman's scent he laughed "I don't know that all of us own trucks but a few of us do at any rate. And yes that one is mine. Though I'm pretty sure you already knew that. Or you would if you were actually here with my party. But I don't know you." Kyle didn't flinch or break eye contact. He simply sat there and told this interesting woman his say with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. <br><br>When Jessica arrived Kyle turned to her giving her a genuine smile. Wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close. “Hey gorgeous, I got your spoils right here you little minx,” giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Are we expecting Caleb? I couldn't get through when I tried his phone.&nbsp; Oh, pardon my manners Jessica, before I forget, playing the part of the freeloader this evening let me introduce….” Looking at the woman across from him expectantly.<br><br>The irony is not lost on him as the waitress skates up and asks "You ready to order my dears?&nbsp; The half pound guacamole burger is on special with large fries and large drink for $6.99." Decidedly cutting the tension Kyle was sure would erupt between this strange woman and Jessica and him. Taking the initiative he starts, "I would love one of those, sounds wonderful. And while your at it, one for my 'friend' here, looks like she could use something to eat." Indicating Rodjka as he spoke, passing the menu to Jessica, "Anything for you princess? My treat of course."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cuchulainn</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 20:06:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Caleb Jones (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156592.msg7173777#msg7173777)<br><strong>Location: </strong>Sunset Blvd<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Text from Jessica.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Say, say my playmate, <br>Won't you lay hands on me<br>Mirror my malady, <br>Transform my tragedy;<br></em></div><br>The music blared through his headphones as he ran along the side walk, his mind focusing on the lyrics ignoring the sights, sounds and smells around him. His grey vest clung to his sweat drenched body. His breathing was slow and controlled, he hated running these days it was never the same as it used to be. Before he would sprint until his muscles screamed in protest and lungs ached from lack of oxygen. Now a days with his enhanced speed he was never able to&nbsp; properly cut loose, not in public anyway. As he continued to run along the sidewalk he noticed he was catching up with a small grew up joggers huffing and puffing as they ran along in front of him.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Got a curse I cannot lift,<br>Shines when the sunset shifts;<br>When the moon is round and full<br>Gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish<br><br>My mind's aflame</em></div><br>As he drew nearer the group he suddenly noticed one of them, a reasonably old man, was beginning to slow and was struggling to keep with the rest of the group. As soon as Caleb noticed this his eyes quickly locked onto the old man. He quickly became oblivious to everything else around him as he began to increase his speed, sprinting towards the old man. His heart thudded violently in his chest, his whole body near bursting with anticipation as his animal instincts screamed at him to take the kill, to leap at the old man, tackling him to the ground and to plunge his teeth into the back of his neck.<br><br><div align="center"><em>We can jet in a stolen car,<br>But I bet we wouldn't get to far,<br>before the transformation takes, <br>It's blood lust tanks and craves get slaked</em></div><br>He was the perfect victim, the weakest member of the herd. The rest of them wouldn't give him a second glance, content in the fact that they escaped his ire this night. The old man must have felt the intensity of his gaze against the back of his head as he suddenly turned round and expression of surprise and fear. The sight of this only sends a wave of satisfaction over Caleb, he was the apex predator, the most deadliest creature to walk the earth, fear is the only rational response when confronted by him.<br><br><div align="center"><em>My mind has changed my bodies frame but God I like it!<br>My heart's flame, my body strained but God I like it!</em></div><br>All of a sudden his phone vibrated against his arm this snapped his attention away from the old man. The sharp motion pierced through his overriding animal instincts and give him enough clarity to realise what he was about to do in the middle of a crowded street. He offered the old man a slight grin and a nod as he slowed his pace eventually coming to a halt, allowing the old man and his party to carry on jogging into the night. The hated this having to hide his nature, the whole wolf in sheep clothing routine was getting old, he found his disdain for the sheep was rapidly growing. He reached to the strap on his arm removing his phone from it's holder he paused the current song, and glanced at the message. Glancing down at the text from Jessica. Super burger huh? He hated that place, they thought they over cooked their meat before he became a Lycan, now a days it was like eating a mouthful of ash. Still he best go with them, make sure they both stay out of trouble. Quickly placing his mobile back into his holder he takes off down the street in a quick sprint heading towards super burger.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 16:16:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img805/6133/henrycavillsmolderingey.png)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gabriel Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156592.msg7170469#msg7170469)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sunset Blvd<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><hr><br><strong>"N-No way! I'm not going back, man!"</strong> A young teenager stood there, fists raised shakily, fear evident in not only his eyes but body as well. He trembled like a new born child born in the dark, alone <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> afraid and confused, unsure of what was to await him from there on out. His pale fingers tightened themselves around the rusty pocketknife he held. Probably found it lying around somewhere in an alleyway, lost or tossed away by its previous owner. In any case, it was best to disarm him.<br><br><strong>"Look, kid, I know it might be scary at first, but this is how you'll have to live your life now,"</strong> the man opposite of him, a grown man with dark hair and silvery blue eyes responded, the 9mm standard issue handgun he wielded raised and aimed at the frightened youth. <strong>"You'll get used to it soon enough. Now let's just put down the knife before you end up cutting yourself <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> or more importantly, <em>me</em> <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> with it."</strong><br><br><strong>"Y-You don't know man! You don't know... what it's like,"</strong> the pale faced boy exclaimed, making sweeping gestures with his arms as panic began to take over. It was pretty much a nervous breakdown now, sobbing and everything. <strong>"I-I never asked for this! I don't wanna... wanna drink fucking blood, man! I don't wanna live in the gutter like trash! I just... I just wanna go home and eat dinner with my fam<del>&nbsp; &nbsp; </del><em>Aaargh!</em>"</strong><br><br>A loud shot echoed through the empty, multistory parking garage. Having lost his patience, Gabriel Smith had fired his gun, the bullet piercing the boy's shoulder. After he collapsed to the ground, the man walked over to him, casually kicking away the rusty knife before crouching down by his side.<br><br><strong>"Y-You shot me!"</strong> the boy exclaimed, eyes still wide in shock at what just happened.<br><br><strong>"Quite an accurate observation."</strong> As he responded wryly, Gabriel pulled out a pack of cigarettes, placing one between his lips before setting the opposite end ablaze with an old fashioned Zippo lighter. He calmly puffed out a long string of gray smoke before continuing. <strong>"Look, <em>Alex</em>... You can't go back to your family. It's hard to accept, but you belong to this world now. It might be lonely and rough at times, but that's how life is, regardless of what you are."</strong><br><br>With a small grunt he pushed himself back up into a standing position. <strong>"Don't worry though. I have a feeling you'll be alright <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> as long as you don't loose your cool,"</strong> he responded, the faintest of smiles playing on his lips as he offered Alex a hand, helping the teenager back up to his feet. With a pat on the wrong shoulder, earning a painful yelp from Alex, he added, <strong>"And look at the bright side; at least you'll be able to keep your boyish charm<del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del>"</strong> Gabriel supposed one could call it that. <strong>"<del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del>and won't just drop dead from a bullet to the shoulder."</strong> Not that most did, of course, but it probably best just to leave it at that for now.<br><br><strong>"...Still hurts like hell though,"</strong> Alex weezed out, eyes glancing down at the small hole in his hoody, which was framed by a small, dark red stain. <br><br>Gabriel figured it was good this runner was a vamp or that shot probably would have left him with a lot more to clean. Still, it was best to be safe. Taking out a small rod framed with small, fake gold ornaments from a pocket inside his leather coat, he aimed the end that a small hole in it at the tiny bloodstain on the concrete floor of the parking garage. Pushing the button on the side, a bright orange flame erupted from it, as if it were a miniature flamethrower. The teenager beside him leaped back several inches in surprise, but then watched in awe as the flame burned away his bloodstain, leaving no trace of it on the floor <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> not even a scorch mark.<br><br><strong>"Ebon drake fire,"</strong> Gabriel explained with a casual tone as he put away the rod. <strong>"Burns away flesh and bone instantly like ice cream on a hot summer day, but is surprisingly ineffective against pretty much everything else...</strong><br><br><strong>"Fuck, man... Just who are you?"</strong><br><br>He shrugged lightly, taking another pull from his cigarette, which was already halfway through its life. <strong>"I'm just your regular, honest to God L.A.P.D. vice cop."</strong><br><br><strong>"Yeah, sure, and I'm Dracula."</strong><br><br><div align="center">♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠</div><br><strong>"Try not to bleed all over my back seat, alright?"</strong> Gabriel commented as the pair drove down the Sunset Boulevard in a black 1960's Dodge Charger. It was his own car, a classic that had been restored to its former glory with the pay checks he got from his work as a Los Angeles police officer. While he had not been lying about that to Alex, his true job was that of a hunter. The society of hunters was an old one, forged back in the days of old by humans who could no longer sit by as the supernatural threatened the lives of normal men and women. While that may have been their primairy job back in the old days, modern hunters such as Gabriel Smith mainly kept themselves busy by preventing the hidden world of the supernatural to be revealed to that of the average humans. Of course, there were still those kinds of supernaturals around that aimed to kill humans and disrupt the balance, but those kinds of crazies weren't an every day occurrence.<br><br><strong>"And who's fault would that be, I wonder?"</strong> Alex responded with no small amount of sarcasm. The first aid kid in the trunk was enough to patch up the wound for now, but the bullet had to be dug out and the hole stitched some time soon to prevent further bleeding <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> as little as it might be.<br><br><strong>"Fine, fine. At least you got some of your spunk back, kid."</strong> the driver rubbed his stomach lightly with one hand as it began to growl, voicing its displeasure at the lack of food being poured into it at the moment. <strong>"Hm... How about some food from the super burger to make up for the whole me shooting you thing?"</strong><br><br><strong>"You know my body can't absorb anything from that sort of stuff anymore..."</strong> The expression on Alex's face grew sad.<br><br><strong>"Oh well... more for me then!"</strong> Gabriel replied nonchalantly with a shrug, turning the wheel so that the car turned off the main road and onto the premise of the fast food shack.<br><br>The building sadness was easily dismissed by the teenager as soon as the possibility of a free meal faced imminent danger. <strong>"Hey, I never said no, damnit!"</strong><br><br>Thee vice cop could only laugh evilly in amusement as he parked the car and rolled down the window, lighting another cigarette as he waited for his order to be taken. It didn't take him long to notice there were more than just normal, mortal humans among both the costumers and super burger personnel. They were subtle signs, but he had been trained since early childhood to become a master hunter. It was pretty much second nature for him to pick up the signs. Hopefully it would remain quiet for the rest of the evening, but he had learned long ago not too expect too much in this city.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 01:13:50</strong>
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				The two bandits worked furiously going through the cache of riches suddenly spilled upon the ground.&nbsp; &nbsp;Deftly with precision they tear through the bounty with expertise.&nbsp; &nbsp; The heady aroma of burgers coming out from the back of the Super burger kitchen.&nbsp; &nbsp;Assailing their sense of smell in overwhelming fashion.&nbsp; Making them work that much harder.&nbsp; &nbsp; Yet with their ever present bandit masks they preserver.<br><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Vi<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Super burger<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Joshua, open<br><br>The blonde twitches and cocks her head slowly as if she sensed that Joshua was different.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through it seem she could not name why.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then suddenly the sudden crashing that occurs behind the drive inn building.&nbsp; &nbsp; Has her head turn towards that direction.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Your order will be right out sir."</strong>&nbsp; Vi says quickly as she turns and seemingly skates over to get the order in.&nbsp; <br><br>Vi disappears into the building.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she makes her way to look out&nbsp; back and see what has happened.&nbsp; &nbsp;Two cooks through are already at the back door looking out and laughing up a storm as they watch something that is going on.&nbsp; &nbsp;Both the cooks are stereo typed in being of Hispanic origin, likely Mexican.&nbsp; &nbsp; One tall and lanky,&nbsp; and despite working in a fast food place rail thin in being close to being classified as anorexic.&nbsp; The shorter of the two,&nbsp; a typical fast food cook who seem to take too much of the food he cooked in.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Brunette carhop <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Super burger<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Kyle, Radojka, Jessica open<br><br>The brunette offers up a forced cheerful smile.&nbsp; Despite the spooky feeling that washes over her as she goes through the spiel of what burgers are on special.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Even the new girl see odd (Jessica).&nbsp; &nbsp;She looked no different then anyone else.&nbsp; (Prey recognizes a predator and this prey is talking to three of them).&nbsp; Perhaps she is just being over sensitive.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all her sister has been home in a couple of days.&nbsp; &nbsp;Rent is due and the last thing Adriana needed was have her sister take off again with some guy and leave her hanging with all the bills.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>"What would you like miss?"</strong> She asks Jessica as she joins the others.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Franklin Canyon<br><strong>Tagged</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><br>Chips,&nbsp; California highway patrol squad cars and bikes secure the parks access points as the park is closed for the time being.&nbsp; &nbsp;A crime lab van drives up the access road to the trails of the park.&nbsp; &nbsp;Along with two state park ranger vehicles.&nbsp; Already at the sight is that has been roped off is another Highway patrol and detectives of CID.&nbsp; &nbsp; A body of a runner lays in the middle of the crime scene.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Detective:&nbsp; <strong>"This matches the other two capt."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;The detective responds on his phone.&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>"Its the same m.o.&nbsp; the victim had her heart ripped out completely.&nbsp; &nbsp;No sign of it either.&nbsp; Yes were doing a search of the surrounding area."</strong> Clicks the phone off,&nbsp; and cusses softly.&nbsp; <strong>"Fuck."</strong><br><br>Other law enforcement officers now comb the surrounding woods.&nbsp; &nbsp;Rangers look for signs of a bear.&nbsp; &nbsp;Likely not to alarm the public this will be kept under wraps.&nbsp; &nbsp;The unofficial version a bear attack had occurred.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Still what is strange is the air had a strange lingering sulfur smell to it.&nbsp; &nbsp; Especially around the victim.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 05:58:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Maxwell (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156592.msg7190661#msg7190661)<br><strong>Location: </strong>her place then to Sunset Blvd<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>,Kyle, Radojka, Caleb,<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=63457549)<br><hr><br>Jessica smirked at Kyle, <strong>"Perfect booty?"</strong> she said in a lower tone. <strong>"I guess you'd know since your always watching it from behind...playing catch up."</strong> she teased him; he'd know some of it was about their runs and how fast she was. She didn't seem to mind the kiss on the cheek; <strong>"I am not a minx thank you very much." </strong>she said and stuck out her tongue. <strong>"And yes I text him about joining us. But we will have to see if he joins us."</strong> she said and looked to the woman in front of him. Elbowing Kyle when he spoke to the girl the way he did.<strong> "Freeloader? I seem to remember you raiding my fridge more than once. Dad still says you can eat more than half the people he knows."</strong> Jessica had to catch herself and stop from say pack instead of people. <br><br>Jessica sat straight the scents around this place seemed so wrong. And the burgers were always so overly cook, but it had that classic feel to it. Jessica shifted in her seat a bit more as she heard the crashing from around back. Between the smell of death and the sounds from the back Jessica suddenly felt on edge. But she hid it well, her body stayed relax. Her heart stayed calm and she kept her body calm. Animal could smell fear or tension her father had taught her years ago how to control and hide her emotions. As the brunette carhop girl came up and asked Jessica what she wanted Jessica shook her head and smiled up at her. <strong>"I'll have a coke to drink, and I'll think on food when our friend gets here."</strong> Jessica offered the girl a smile before looking to Kyle.<strong> "I have to powder my nose. I'll be right back Hun, don't get into trouble while I'm gone."</strong> she said her tone teasing but Jessica meant what she said. <br><br>She was just going to check out the back put her mind at ease. It was probably only some stupid teens starting trouble. Once that was done she'd wash up and try and get some of that sent out of her nose and come back to enjoy the celebrations. <strong>"And then you can tell me what it is we’re celebrating too."</strong> Jessica said with a smirk and walked towards the building. The place had bathrooms that could be accessed from the outside. So she walked around to the side of the building. Her steps strong and sure, steps that came from being the daughter of an alpha. Her hips swayed and she let all her senses spread and pull what in formations she could from the area around her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cuchulainn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 01:30:01</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Caleb Jones (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156592.msg7173777#msg7173777)<br><strong>Location: </strong>Super Burger<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Kyle, Radojka, Jessica open<br><br>Panting slightly Caleb finally arrived at the burger joint and a look of disgust quickly filtered across his face. He hated the smells of place it reeked of human waste, the smell of oil spills, stale sweat, rancid meat and many others. He walked towards the bench Kyle and his mysterious guest where sitting at. He walked through the group of Kyle's friends, a fake smile plastered across his face as he greeted them shaking hands, bumping fists, hugging, pats on the back, kisses on the cheek. He couldn't believe he used be as vain and idiotic as them, still there where times when they made him smile, when he remembered what he used to be. Truth be told there was nothing as thrilling as hunting but he still loved the adrenaline rush of jumping out of a plane or off a building, of riding a long a large wave, attempting to beat the raw power of nature with nothing but a simple wooden board. <br><br>He eventually manage to squeeze his way through the throng of people and dropped done into Jessica's now empty seat, he reaches down picking up her of coke and quickly begins to drink it. He stares at the woman wrapped head to toe in clothing she was new, an unknown, he didn't like this. His nostrils flaring as he inhaled her scent focusing on it, attempting to see what it told about her. It was wrong...unnatural it made him uncomfortable, it made him feel threatened. He glared at her accusingly before&nbsp; turning his attention towards Kyle nodding his head by way of greeting. "<strong>You really do have poor taste, can't imagine why out&nbsp; of the places to eat you choose here, s'not like money's exactly an issue.</strong>" He stated glancing around the stained parking lot, littered with trash,&nbsp; members of various hangs recline in, on or near there cars, each blasting the music from their cars speakers, the various songs ringing out in the cold night air competing with each other and creating a terrible racket. "<strong>So what's this big news of yours? And where's the pup?</strong>" <br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 21:25:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/1/e/m/a/1ema4/TeenageVampire10.jpg)</div><sup><strong>Location:&nbsp; Sunset Blvd,&nbsp; Super Burger<br>Tag:&nbsp; Open</strong></sup>&nbsp; <br><br>Vi having put the orders to the grill turned to head towards the rest rooms.&nbsp; &nbsp;Likewise as another makes her way to the rest rooms.&nbsp; She too wanted to check out what had caused the disturbance around back of the drive inn.&nbsp; &nbsp; But as she nears the other girl continues towards the side of the building.&nbsp; &nbsp; Then it hits Vi,&nbsp; the scent of blood.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gums suddenly feel bulged&nbsp; she knows her fangs are descending.&nbsp; No doubt her eyes have gone black.&nbsp; &nbsp;She duck into the rest room.&nbsp; &nbsp;The allure of the blood too strong.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>~~~~~~~~<br><br>Jessica&nbsp; rounds the side of the building to take a look out back behind the burger place.&nbsp; &nbsp;To see two raccoons racing across the back.&nbsp; Nothing in their clutches.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the head towards another building and its back with its garbage cans.&nbsp; The scent of human blood is strong.&nbsp; It is coming from across the way.&nbsp; &nbsp;Following the raccoons&nbsp; &nbsp;she catches sight of a body laying next to the other buildings dumpsters.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The raccoons suddenly slow.&nbsp; As if skittish about something.&nbsp; Then look back towards the female werewolf.&nbsp; Then suddenly bolt left heading away from&nbsp; her and the body that they were going over towards.&nbsp; The smell of blood having drawn them at first.&nbsp; Now they take flight,&nbsp; likely because of her or perhaps something else.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 00:51:07</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Maxwell (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156592.msg7190661#msg7190661)<br><strong>Location: </strong>her place then to Sunset Blvd<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>,Kyle, Radojka, Caleb,<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=63457549)<br><hr><br>Jessica knew she could be taking a risk, but she also knew two of her own were nearby. Despite all the scents and noises, her senses let her know Caleb had arrived. And from the smell of it he had been working out or something that caused him to sweat more. So taking a breath Jessica kept herself calm and walked towards the sound. Jessica couldn't help the fact that she wanted to watch over the area that she called home. It was something Jessica had grown up knowing. Even more so after the attack on her family. The animal within was at the ready, and each step she took was calculated. <br><br>Fallowing the raccoons she just knew there was something more to what was going on. And when the scent of human blood came upon her, Jessica knew something was wrong. Carefully she stepped, not wanting to disturb anything around the body that she finally came upon. Last thing she needed were questions arising about her being near a body.&nbsp; Jessica stopped in her tracks and sent her senses outward. Talking and filtering through all the data they took in. Her eyes scanning the area for any small detail or unknown movement. Her ears filtering through the noises that went on around her, listening for anything that would give away any living thing or possible threat. Taking in deep breaths to see if there were any unfamiliar scents. All the data and information that her senses brought in were filtered through in her mind. The hunter within well trained and focused worked to find out anything she could. <strong>"Come out come out where ever you are."</strong> she spoke in a low near growling tone.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cuchulainn</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 00:14:48</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Caleb Jones (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156592.msg7173777#msg7173777)<br><strong>Location: </strong>Super Burger<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Kyle, Radojka, Jessica open<br><br>Caleb suddenly sat bolt up right glancing around the room as he caught a very familiar, very pleasant scent. So she had managed to arrive before him, he must be slowing up, either that or she took that beautiful car of hers. He rose to his feet, head swivelling from side to side, his nostrils repeatedly flaring as he attempt to pinpoint her location. "Never mind I've got her, I'll be right back here, you have fun with...whatever that is." He says absent-mindedly flicking his hand in Radjoka's direction, his attention elsewhere focused on attempting to track her scent. <br><br>Eventually managing to pinpoint the trail he begins to walk few the crowds to get round to the back of the building. As he rounds the corner a small grin spreads across his features as he catches sight of Jessica from behind, his eyes almost immediately drifting south to admire certain assets of hers. He his about to call out to her when the rich metallic scent of human blood suddenly assaults his sense, the smell strong enough for him to physically taste the blood in the air. It is then that he manages to pulls his&nbsp; eyes away to notice the body lying in a pool of blood at her feet. The greeting dies in his throat as a sudden sense of panic overwhelms him as his mind begins to run a mile a minute. A panicky voice began to sound in his head <strong>"No, this can't be happening. this cannot be happening, she was also so controlled! Look at all the blood! She couldn't have gotten here that much earlier than me how could she have done this? Fuck! It's right by the toilets anyone could walk around here and see this, we have to get out of here, we have to call the Alpha!"</strong><br><br><strong>"No!"</strong> Growled a second voice in his head quickly silencing the first, <strong>"No. What are you a child? You need to run to him with your tail between your legs anytime there is trouble. Your always talking about how you should be alpha, about how you are ready. This is your chance to prove it! You can take care of this problem on your own!"</strong> He shuts his eyes as he let's out a calming breath. The second voice was right, why should he be afraid, he was a werewolf, a Lycan, the monster of the fables of the Brothers Grimm he could deal with his.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 04:13:30</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Behind Super Burger<br><br><strong>Tag:</strong>&nbsp; Those that went around the drive in.<br><br>The smell of blood does not come from near the bathrooms.&nbsp; But from behind the burger drive in.&nbsp; &nbsp; Its sent carrying on the light breeze coming from across the ally way.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Upon inspection a body of a young man late teens to early twenties is found.&nbsp; &nbsp;The scent of blood does not get stronger for there really is not much blood at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well not as much as there should be.&nbsp; &nbsp;For where his heart should be, there is a big gaping hole and his heart has been ripped out.&nbsp; &nbsp;The missing heart is no where to be seen.&nbsp; &nbsp; A few bite marks here and there.&nbsp; &nbsp;Likely from the two raccoons.&nbsp; &nbsp; Who have disappeared.&nbsp; &nbsp; A scratching noise above.&nbsp; &nbsp;Would alert they have climbed the building.&nbsp; Likely taking refuge in there urban den.&nbsp; &nbsp;To be expected with the smell of wolf suddenly invading there area.&nbsp; &nbsp;Especially after a body has been dumped.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the lack of blood suggested the young man had not been killed here.&nbsp; &nbsp; The faint smell of sulfur is in the air around the body.&nbsp; <br><br>A study of the dead young man shows he is not a bum.&nbsp; His shoes are Italian brand sold in Bel-Air shops.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Also there is a club stamp on the upper hand of his left; Viper room.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Vi gains control forcing back her fangs and suppressing the blood lust with the smell of blood that suddenly surged at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through it did no rise in strength.&nbsp; &nbsp; Stepping out of the rest room,&nbsp; as a couple of women enter.&nbsp; &nbsp;She herself would head to behind the building to check it out.&nbsp; The smell strength again once outside of the rest room.&nbsp; But its intensity did not increase.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which meant not a lot of blood.&nbsp; &nbsp;She sees the others,&nbsp; as she moves around.&nbsp; &nbsp;Trying to act nonchalant&nbsp; crossing over towards the body to check it out.&nbsp; &nbsp; She froze when she sees the state of it.&nbsp; &nbsp;An despite being a vampire.&nbsp; She suddenly finds herself turning away and heaving as she goes to her knees and dry heaves.&nbsp; Rasping out during the dry heaves.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"A body,&nbsp; call the police."</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Even as she said, she knew no ordinary killer had done this.&nbsp; To get the heart out one had to punch through the rib cage and it was obliterated. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: 'Teenage Wasteland'</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 23:29:57</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Jessica Maxwell (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156592.msg7190661#msg7190661)<br><strong>Location: </strong>her place then to Sunset Blvd<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>,Kyle, Caleb,Vi<br>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=63457549)<br><hr><br>Jessica's ear twitched as she heard someone coming around the corner. Taking a deep breath in she knew the scent, Caleb had come looking for her no doubt. She turned as he walked up, the look on his face made her frown. She knew what it looked like, but could he not see she didn't have any blood on her? <strong>"I didn't do it."</strong> she said softly her tone clearly honest.&nbsp; <strong>"But what ever did needs to be dealt with."</strong> Jessica said and took one more deep breath. Noting the stamp on the boys hand she turned fully ready to walk away. <br><br>But than another girl came around the corner, the young woman smelled death already. A smell Jessica knew well enough, and hated more and more every time the smell assaulted her scenes. Watching the girls reaction she looked to Caleb and took a deep breath. After a moment her face changed and she had a look of worry and disgust on her face. <strong>"I heard a noise so I walked back here to see..and...and found him."</strong> she pointed to the dead man and walked over to Caleb standing close to him. He would not her body was still tense as if she were waiting for something evil to pop out and attack still. <strong>"Yeah cops...you have a phone at this place right?"</strong> she asked the young woman on her knees. Still trying to figure out what was so off with her. <strong>"Come on we shouldn't touch anything."</strong>Jessica held out her hand to the girl to help her up. Jessica had now idea what had done this just yet. But if it was in her packs territory she had a responsibility to protect it and make sure it doesn't happen again.&nbsp; She looked to Caleb to see what he was going to do within this situation. 
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