Post by Creature Expendables on Nov 17, 2011 21:43:51 GMT -6
EXPENDABLE CREATURES
AMOU
Age: Unknown
Origin: Uknown, except that it is a tale of American folklore. Nowadays, it will settle for any den it can find in the woods. During the night time, it seeks out victims in small, rural towns where it can be nearby it's den. In the shadows it's humanoid appearance may make it appear to just be an oddly-shaped man.
Physical description: The "Amou" is an average sized humanoid type of creature, standing around six feet tall. It has a large, wide-opening mouth and sharp, thin teeth around four inches long. Unlike most creatures, its teeth point inwards to wards it's mouth. It's flesh is torn and reaks of death, it's smell alone is a dead give away. It's arms are long and include claws which are comparable to that of a Lion's.
Abilities: The Amou has the odd ability to alter sound. It can change the frequency of just about everything, even people's voices. It uses this power usually to alter people's own screams to where they are so high pitched, it vibrates to the point of paralyzing it's victims. Once paralyzed, it then goes on to eat it's prey alive.
HORNSWATH DEMON
Age: 464 years old
Origin: Southeast Shore of Asia. During recent times, it can be found along side the North East Coast of the U.S. It usually resides in a cave and lives almost purely on fish and various animals. Some unlucky campers however prove to be the tastiest treat and end up falling victim to this creature.
Physical description:
Abilities: The Hornswath isn't a very intelligent creature, it's main power is it's pure, brute strength. Its teeth are extremely large and sharp and it's overall size is around seven feet tall and three hundred pounds heavy.
DANIKA JANICE (She uses the name DANIELLE with humans)
Type: Vengeance demon (This is idea is taken based on Buffy the vampire slayer (the show. I do not claim credit for making this one up!)
Age: 256 years old (Human appareance is 24 years old)
Origin:Danika was born in Paris, France to a noble family. At the age of nineteen, she was forced to wed a man named Marquis Jacque Mariano. After several years of marriage, Danika was not able to concieve a child to carry on Marquis' family name. Knowing this, he attempted to have her executed and then planned to remarry. Danika begged for her life and was allowed to live, only as a slave to Marquis and his family. He was terrible to her; rarely let her eat, dressed her in poor clothes, forced her to live in a small room that would qualify as a dungeon. After years of having hatred to wards Marquis, she was approached by a vengeance demon. The demon posed as a normal human and skillfully made Danika "wish" the death of her husband. The demon granted her wish and then told Danika that she too could help women feel some sort of closure. She then accepted, and has been a vengeance demon ever since; traveling the globe and granting wishes.
Physical description:
Abilities: Danika poses as a normal human woman, using the name Danielle. She then uses skillful conversation techniques to con a woman into "making a wish". Usually, she only grants wishes to women. Sometimes however she will grant a wish to a man IF it harms another man. Also, the person has to actually say "I wish".
EXAMPLE: A woman is cheated on by her husband and goes to a bar. Danika, introduces herself as 'Danielle' and gets to talking with the woman. Danika then cons the woman into making a wish. (IE: "I wish I never married that man!" or "I wish he would get run over by a car!". Danika would then grant that wish, causing the man's death or, causing the two to have never gotten married.)
---> I am interested in making this character a permanent character, if possible. I understand that it would be difficult to work her into the SPN-verse permanently so I will keep her temporary if you prefer. Either way, I am going to only make three creatures right now. After these three (or two) are dead, I will make three more. Once these are approved we can all discuss how they will die and how the plots will go.
Role-play Samples:
(ONE)
It was a little past midnight and Buffy wasn't even close to being done hunting. She'd left a little past eight, and was slowly making her way through all twelve of Sunnydale's cemeteries. It seemed like she'd already slayed about twenty to thirty vamps and several demons. This increasing demon population was kicking her ass tonight. Though, she wasn't exactly tired. More or less she was pushing herself to keep going. All the of the fighting, it was almost addicting. When she was fighting she forgot about all that she'd been going through lately, and for that she loved it.
Alright so maybe she was a little tired. After all, she'd gone through around six or seven cemeteries already. There was no way one person could go to all of them and she now realized that her goal couldn't be met. Anywho, it was still nice to be out and making a dent in the demon population. Maybe more of a nick, not exactly a dent. There were more than anyone really knew and she was starting to feel like it could be around a hundred, if not more. Actually, maybe multiple hundreds. It had been getting pretty ridiculous lately.
Knowing that there would be a lot to do she'd brought a sword along with a few stakes. Her stakes she kept in a messenger bag on her shoulder, her sword in her hand as she walked through the cemetery. It was the same sword she'd used to kill Angel, and she wasn't sure why she'd kept it. Remembering only made her sad.
Right now she was in Spike's cemetery, but she'd only came here because it was close to home. She didn't want to see Spike and actually hoped that she wouldn't. Since there night together she had been trying to avoid him. After a few minutes walk she heard a noise. A crumpling noise coming from the bushes, and then she heard a small whimpering noise. Placing herself in the shadows, she waited for what ever was inside to come out of the bushes.
When they did, she was definitely not expecting what she seen. It was four vampires, all holding puppies. Why they had puppies she had no clue, but she could only assume two things. One they were either going to eat the puppies. Or, more likely, they were using them to bet in poker. It was strange though, since usually they bet with kittens. Nonetheless she couldn't let the puppies be taken away from these vampires.
Buffy stepped out of the shadows, sword in hand. "Everybody put the puppies down, and nobody gets hurt." It seemed like something out of a 1970's cop show. They all looked at her at once, their faces in full demon form. "Well I lied. Your actually all going to die. But, let's leave the puppies out of this." Waiting to see what they would do, she looked at the puppies. They were scared and shaking! She couldn't exactly attack them with puppies in her hand, so she wasn't sure what to do.
Alright so maybe she was a little tired. After all, she'd gone through around six or seven cemeteries already. There was no way one person could go to all of them and she now realized that her goal couldn't be met. Anywho, it was still nice to be out and making a dent in the demon population. Maybe more of a nick, not exactly a dent. There were more than anyone really knew and she was starting to feel like it could be around a hundred, if not more. Actually, maybe multiple hundreds. It had been getting pretty ridiculous lately.
Knowing that there would be a lot to do she'd brought a sword along with a few stakes. Her stakes she kept in a messenger bag on her shoulder, her sword in her hand as she walked through the cemetery. It was the same sword she'd used to kill Angel, and she wasn't sure why she'd kept it. Remembering only made her sad.
Right now she was in Spike's cemetery, but she'd only came here because it was close to home. She didn't want to see Spike and actually hoped that she wouldn't. Since there night together she had been trying to avoid him. After a few minutes walk she heard a noise. A crumpling noise coming from the bushes, and then she heard a small whimpering noise. Placing herself in the shadows, she waited for what ever was inside to come out of the bushes.
When they did, she was definitely not expecting what she seen. It was four vampires, all holding puppies. Why they had puppies she had no clue, but she could only assume two things. One they were either going to eat the puppies. Or, more likely, they were using them to bet in poker. It was strange though, since usually they bet with kittens. Nonetheless she couldn't let the puppies be taken away from these vampires.
Buffy stepped out of the shadows, sword in hand. "Everybody put the puppies down, and nobody gets hurt." It seemed like something out of a 1970's cop show. They all looked at her at once, their faces in full demon form. "Well I lied. Your actually all going to die. But, let's leave the puppies out of this." Waiting to see what they would do, she looked at the puppies. They were scared and shaking! She couldn't exactly attack them with puppies in her hand, so she wasn't sure what to do.
(TWO)
While she trained she noticed that the room kind of had an odd smell. It was similar to the smell of real leather so she wasn't sure why it was in here. Parts of the dummy had leather on them but she was almost positive it wasn't really. What ever the smell was it was kind of bothering her but she continued training anyways. Right now she didn't want to think about anything but her training. In the past, training and slaying had always helped get things off her mind. In fact it had always been a kind of therapy for her. Since it was midday, she couldn't really just go patrolling so she was forced to settle for the dummy. Hell, even the dummy was better than nothing. At this point she was willing to be the stuffing out of this thing in order to stop thinking about her mother.
As she really began to focus on what she was doing, she became extremely concentrated at what she was doing. Soon she was just plain old going to town, her fists and feet were flying faster than she ever knew was even possible. It was such a rush that she just couldn't help stop herself. She put all of her strength into one last roundhouse kick and ended up breaking off the head of the dummy. As she re-balanced, she sighed as she watched the wooden head roll off to the side of the training room.
"Giles is not going to be happy" she said to herself. Deciding that she was going to finish up for the day, she went over to wards the window to where the head had rolled. Bending down to retrieve it, she came back up and could just barely see outside of the window. As she looked outside and into Sunnydale, her worries began to come back into her head.
She stood there for a moment, trying to think of how she could possibly do everything that needed to be done. Something had to be done about her and Dawn's financial situation. Though she couldn't stand the thought of it, she knew she might actually have to get a normal, nine to five job. At the same time she realized that the only jobs she was qualified were low paying, minimum wage jobs. It saddened her to think of how many hours she'd have to work just to pay the bills. They were already stacking up after the loss of her mother and right now, she didn't really know what she could possibly do about it. Between taking care of Dawn and her duties as the slayer she didn't have much time left for anything else. It were times like these when she missed the old, simpler days of high school.
Crossing back across the training room, she set the wooden head on the counter where the case full of weapons was. Just when she was deciding what to do next, a sound made its way to her ears and an alarm suddenly went off inside her. Though she didn't hear it too clearly, she heard someone speak to Anya inside. When the voice finally registered within Buffy, she almost couldn't (or didn't want to) believe whom it was.
That bitch. But wait, how could this be? Was it honestly just a coincidence that she had shown up here while Buffy was here as well? Or, had she been watching Buffy and had decided to make her move right now? Her instincts immediately perked up and she moved closer to the door of the training room. Pressing up against it, she held in her breath and listened more clearly to the voices on the other side of the door.
"I'm lookin' to get my truth on" was the only thing Buffy could catch but it was just enough to confirm her suspicions. It was definitely the woman she'd run into the other night, the demon who had given her a run for her money. What ever this woman was she had thrown Buffy around like a rag doll and that really, really, pissed the slayer off. With empty hands, Buffy abrasively swung the door open that seperated the training room from the Magic Box. Stepping into the shop, she made her presence and her mood known.
"Anya, go." She said authoritatively, waiting for the ex-demon to leave the shop. Anya looked kind of confused but ended up listening to her anyways.
Waiting patiently, she glared at the woman who she'd fought only nights ago. When Anya was finally back safely in the office of the shop, Buffy stepped forward and closer to the women she'd met the other night.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she spat at her, clearly showing that she was not in the mood for this.
Right about now, she was really wishing she had decided to do a bit of research on this woman.
As she really began to focus on what she was doing, she became extremely concentrated at what she was doing. Soon she was just plain old going to town, her fists and feet were flying faster than she ever knew was even possible. It was such a rush that she just couldn't help stop herself. She put all of her strength into one last roundhouse kick and ended up breaking off the head of the dummy. As she re-balanced, she sighed as she watched the wooden head roll off to the side of the training room.
"Giles is not going to be happy" she said to herself. Deciding that she was going to finish up for the day, she went over to wards the window to where the head had rolled. Bending down to retrieve it, she came back up and could just barely see outside of the window. As she looked outside and into Sunnydale, her worries began to come back into her head.
She stood there for a moment, trying to think of how she could possibly do everything that needed to be done. Something had to be done about her and Dawn's financial situation. Though she couldn't stand the thought of it, she knew she might actually have to get a normal, nine to five job. At the same time she realized that the only jobs she was qualified were low paying, minimum wage jobs. It saddened her to think of how many hours she'd have to work just to pay the bills. They were already stacking up after the loss of her mother and right now, she didn't really know what she could possibly do about it. Between taking care of Dawn and her duties as the slayer she didn't have much time left for anything else. It were times like these when she missed the old, simpler days of high school.
Crossing back across the training room, she set the wooden head on the counter where the case full of weapons was. Just when she was deciding what to do next, a sound made its way to her ears and an alarm suddenly went off inside her. Though she didn't hear it too clearly, she heard someone speak to Anya inside. When the voice finally registered within Buffy, she almost couldn't (or didn't want to) believe whom it was.
That bitch. But wait, how could this be? Was it honestly just a coincidence that she had shown up here while Buffy was here as well? Or, had she been watching Buffy and had decided to make her move right now? Her instincts immediately perked up and she moved closer to the door of the training room. Pressing up against it, she held in her breath and listened more clearly to the voices on the other side of the door.
"I'm lookin' to get my truth on" was the only thing Buffy could catch but it was just enough to confirm her suspicions. It was definitely the woman she'd run into the other night, the demon who had given her a run for her money. What ever this woman was she had thrown Buffy around like a rag doll and that really, really, pissed the slayer off. With empty hands, Buffy abrasively swung the door open that seperated the training room from the Magic Box. Stepping into the shop, she made her presence and her mood known.
"Anya, go." She said authoritatively, waiting for the ex-demon to leave the shop. Anya looked kind of confused but ended up listening to her anyways.
Waiting patiently, she glared at the woman who she'd fought only nights ago. When Anya was finally back safely in the office of the shop, Buffy stepped forward and closer to the women she'd met the other night.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she spat at her, clearly showing that she was not in the mood for this.
Right about now, she was really wishing she had decided to do a bit of research on this woman.
(THREE) -This one is kind of sappy, hehe.
Holding on to her was all he could think to do at the moment. Right now it was really all he could do without making a mistake. Not only that, but it was the only way to help her right now. All he could do was hope that it was enough and that it would help heal her pained heart. Angel was the only one who could really hold her together anymore, that he knew of. To his knowledge he was the only one that she could let herself be vulnerable with. The only person of whom she would let her guard down for, the only one who could really make her feel better. Sure her friends could comfort her and tell her the things she wanted to hear but right now, she suspected that wasn’t what she needed. Right now he suspected that she simply needed someone to vent to, someone to let her be completely vulnerable and weak to. If that was all he could do, that was all he was going to do; there was nothing else to it.
Tears were steaming down her face and it made his gut wrench. His heart dropped low into his chest and seeing her this upset made him upset as well. He felt helpless, like there was nothing he could possibly do to make her feel better. What ever was tearing her up inside was killing him as well and he hoped she’d tell him about it. No matter how hard or how much he hoped though, he knew she probably wouldn’t. If she did, she would put up a pretty strong fight first. She always had and always would, it was annoying and yet endearing at the same time. Since she had become the slayer the entire world had rested on her shoulders. Since that moment, she’d decided to take all of the burden and wouldn’t allow anyone to relieve her of some of it. Not even him, not even her soul-mate.
”Hey, don’t cry. I’m here.”
Even though he said it he knew that she wouldn’t listen, that she couldn’t help but let the tears stream down her face. After so long of holding everything in he knew it had to come out sometime, he just didn’t think it would be today. He didn’t think that it would be the first time that they seen each other again that she would break down. This only led him to wonder what was upsetting her even more. It had to be something to do with her coming back, why else would she choose this moment? When he’d been on the drive over year, he’d been thinking this would be a happy moment. A moment where just once, they could act like they used to. Like they were together and they could be all lovey. Even though he’d wanted it to play out like that, secretly, he had known that it wouldn’t. Nothing ever turned out the way people wanted it to, not even this.
Even as he thought like this he knew he was just being selfish. He knew that the fact that he just wanted to kiss her all night long and hold her was due to his own misery of losing her. She was here crying right in front of him and all he wanted to do was kiss her, as if that would make her feel better. His presence didn’t seem to be doing her any good so he assumed that would just make it worse. If he reached out and grabbed her and took her into his arms passionately, it may make her even more upset. Before he could act on his own desires he knew that he had to find out what was wrong with her first. If he were to act on them now with her crying, it wouldn’t feel right. In fact he would probably have felt guilty for trumping her crying with his own selfish desires. He tried to make these thoughts dissapate but he had missed her so much it was proving to be quite difficult.
As soon as the words came out of her mouth he knew that it wasn’t the truth. There was no way that this was all caused by ‘jet lag’. No way in hell this was all it was about. He knew that coming back from hell was no picnic from first hand experience. However, he also knew that there was something else troubling her. After spending years together he felt like he knew her better than anyone else. They had a level of intimacy that was matched by no other, she couldn’t fool him. Right now he wasn’t sure if he should call her out on it or not. It might be better to just let her think that he believed her. To let her think that he really thought that was all so she could try to not think about it. Though he knew, if he didn’t find out and talk to her about it she would never feel any better about it.
”Your lying.”
It was quite abrupt and extremely straight forward but he didn’t care. Right now he cared more about getting to the bottom of this than he did about being polite. Her feelings meant the world to him, never in his life had he tried to hurt her. Angelus had done so but they were two separate entities. Although, even Angelus had love for Buffy. Angel was trapped inside, as if he was watching Angelus from above. A bit of Angel’s love had shone through Angelus and that was why he’d never actually tried to kill her. Only the last time that they fought had he really tried to kill her. That was only because she was getting in the way of his plan, before then he had simply fought with her and then left before anything really ever happened. He even said so before, “To kill this girl you have to love her”.
”Buffy, I can probably help…you can talk to me about this, I’ve been there. Literally.”
They had both been to hell and Angel knew this was just another thing that could pull them closer together. If she talked to him about it that is. Right now, it didn’t seem as if she would ever let her guard down. If this was something that she couldn’t even talk to him about, how bad was it? Before this she’d always been able to talk to him about everything. For this thing to be so bad she couldn’t tell him, what in the hell was it?
Tears were steaming down her face and it made his gut wrench. His heart dropped low into his chest and seeing her this upset made him upset as well. He felt helpless, like there was nothing he could possibly do to make her feel better. What ever was tearing her up inside was killing him as well and he hoped she’d tell him about it. No matter how hard or how much he hoped though, he knew she probably wouldn’t. If she did, she would put up a pretty strong fight first. She always had and always would, it was annoying and yet endearing at the same time. Since she had become the slayer the entire world had rested on her shoulders. Since that moment, she’d decided to take all of the burden and wouldn’t allow anyone to relieve her of some of it. Not even him, not even her soul-mate.
”Hey, don’t cry. I’m here.”
Even though he said it he knew that she wouldn’t listen, that she couldn’t help but let the tears stream down her face. After so long of holding everything in he knew it had to come out sometime, he just didn’t think it would be today. He didn’t think that it would be the first time that they seen each other again that she would break down. This only led him to wonder what was upsetting her even more. It had to be something to do with her coming back, why else would she choose this moment? When he’d been on the drive over year, he’d been thinking this would be a happy moment. A moment where just once, they could act like they used to. Like they were together and they could be all lovey. Even though he’d wanted it to play out like that, secretly, he had known that it wouldn’t. Nothing ever turned out the way people wanted it to, not even this.
Even as he thought like this he knew he was just being selfish. He knew that the fact that he just wanted to kiss her all night long and hold her was due to his own misery of losing her. She was here crying right in front of him and all he wanted to do was kiss her, as if that would make her feel better. His presence didn’t seem to be doing her any good so he assumed that would just make it worse. If he reached out and grabbed her and took her into his arms passionately, it may make her even more upset. Before he could act on his own desires he knew that he had to find out what was wrong with her first. If he were to act on them now with her crying, it wouldn’t feel right. In fact he would probably have felt guilty for trumping her crying with his own selfish desires. He tried to make these thoughts dissapate but he had missed her so much it was proving to be quite difficult.
As soon as the words came out of her mouth he knew that it wasn’t the truth. There was no way that this was all caused by ‘jet lag’. No way in hell this was all it was about. He knew that coming back from hell was no picnic from first hand experience. However, he also knew that there was something else troubling her. After spending years together he felt like he knew her better than anyone else. They had a level of intimacy that was matched by no other, she couldn’t fool him. Right now he wasn’t sure if he should call her out on it or not. It might be better to just let her think that he believed her. To let her think that he really thought that was all so she could try to not think about it. Though he knew, if he didn’t find out and talk to her about it she would never feel any better about it.
”Your lying.”
It was quite abrupt and extremely straight forward but he didn’t care. Right now he cared more about getting to the bottom of this than he did about being polite. Her feelings meant the world to him, never in his life had he tried to hurt her. Angelus had done so but they were two separate entities. Although, even Angelus had love for Buffy. Angel was trapped inside, as if he was watching Angelus from above. A bit of Angel’s love had shone through Angelus and that was why he’d never actually tried to kill her. Only the last time that they fought had he really tried to kill her. That was only because she was getting in the way of his plan, before then he had simply fought with her and then left before anything really ever happened. He even said so before, “To kill this girl you have to love her”.
”Buffy, I can probably help…you can talk to me about this, I’ve been there. Literally.”
They had both been to hell and Angel knew this was just another thing that could pull them closer together. If she talked to him about it that is. Right now, it didn’t seem as if she would ever let her guard down. If this was something that she couldn’t even talk to him about, how bad was it? Before this she’d always been able to talk to him about everything. For this thing to be so bad she couldn’t tell him, what in the hell was it?
-I am still on this site right now, I play Angel and Bela. Click here to see the site.
(FOUR)
It was Bela's second night alive and she'd decided to celebrate being back. After asking several people from around town where she could go to get a drink, she landed herself here. Sure it wasn't exactly the bar that she'd been picturing but it would have to do. In this small of a town there weren't many choices so she made due with what she was given. Besides she wasn't really that picky about where she went, she just wanted to go somewhere that served alcohol. Deep down she knew that she should have eaten something when she'd gotten here, but instead she just ordered a beer. Since she'd been back the only thing she'd eaten was a ding dong out of a vending machine. She wasn't doing it on purpose, she just honestly hadn't really been hungry. So skipping the dinner, she ordered a beer. Originally she'd asked for a martini, but the bartender had looked at her like she'd said something in another language so she quickly changed her order.
Nine beers later, she was regretting the choice to not have dinner first. The alcohol had caught up with her and she was beginning to get dizzy. It was kind of a nice feeling in a way, as it showed her that she really was alive and this wasn't just a dream. However, the feeling at the pit of her stomach was definitely not a nice feeling. It was grumbling as if she was hungry, but she knew that she could definitely not handle food right now.
People had attempted to talk to her while she'd been at the bar, men mostly. Trying to adjust back into being human, she hadn't really responded and had more or less ignored them all. Every now and then she would have flashbacks of hell which would render her immobile momentarily. When she bounced back was when she would order a new beer, trying to drown out the memories. She knew that soon she would have to try and figure out why she'd been brought back. There had to be a catch, there was always a catch with this kind of thing.
The dizziness getting the best of her, she decided that she would get some fresh air by walking home. Sadly she remembered her Mercedes that she'd had before she died, she'd loved that car. To her the car represented money and class, two things she constantly tried to upkeep.
Sliding off her stool, the bartender asked her if she was driving. Nodding her said no, she told him that she was walking back to her motel. When he asked her how far away it was, she simply ignored him and began walking towards the exit. As she scooted around a table, she stumbled due to being so dizzy and ended up falling onto a man's lap of whom had been sitting at the table. "I'm sorry, so so very sorry" Her words were slightly slurred as she spoke. Standing up, she leaned against a support beam next to the table and turned around to face the man. As she turned, her face immediately dropped and her eyes lost their glow.
Dean Winchester. "Bloody hell" She exclaimed, seeing that he was the man she'd fallen on. What were the chances? Suddenly she put two and two together and wondered what he had to do with her coming back, if anything. Though it was certainly no coincidence that she'd been brought back in the same town that Dean was currently in. Still leaning against the beam, she hurriedly turned around and attempted to begin walking to wards the exit. Dean was the last person she wanted to see right, he hated her.
Nine beers later, she was regretting the choice to not have dinner first. The alcohol had caught up with her and she was beginning to get dizzy. It was kind of a nice feeling in a way, as it showed her that she really was alive and this wasn't just a dream. However, the feeling at the pit of her stomach was definitely not a nice feeling. It was grumbling as if she was hungry, but she knew that she could definitely not handle food right now.
People had attempted to talk to her while she'd been at the bar, men mostly. Trying to adjust back into being human, she hadn't really responded and had more or less ignored them all. Every now and then she would have flashbacks of hell which would render her immobile momentarily. When she bounced back was when she would order a new beer, trying to drown out the memories. She knew that soon she would have to try and figure out why she'd been brought back. There had to be a catch, there was always a catch with this kind of thing.
The dizziness getting the best of her, she decided that she would get some fresh air by walking home. Sadly she remembered her Mercedes that she'd had before she died, she'd loved that car. To her the car represented money and class, two things she constantly tried to upkeep.
Sliding off her stool, the bartender asked her if she was driving. Nodding her said no, she told him that she was walking back to her motel. When he asked her how far away it was, she simply ignored him and began walking towards the exit. As she scooted around a table, she stumbled due to being so dizzy and ended up falling onto a man's lap of whom had been sitting at the table. "I'm sorry, so so very sorry" Her words were slightly slurred as she spoke. Standing up, she leaned against a support beam next to the table and turned around to face the man. As she turned, her face immediately dropped and her eyes lost their glow.
Dean Winchester. "Bloody hell" She exclaimed, seeing that he was the man she'd fallen on. What were the chances? Suddenly she put two and two together and wondered what he had to do with her coming back, if anything. Though it was certainly no coincidence that she'd been brought back in the same town that Dean was currently in. Still leaning against the beam, she hurriedly turned around and attempted to begin walking to wards the exit. Dean was the last person she wanted to see right, he hated her.
-I am still on this site right now, I play Angel and Bela. Click here to see the site.
