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Post by Roxanne Ryan on Apr 18, 2007 18:56:21 GMT -1
Being a hunter, one grows up watching horror movies, and knows that if you're car has broken down, stay in the car and wait for help. Don't go out looking around for help because most likely a deranged/psycho killer is on the loose, or in this case, something of the supernatural.
Roxy glanced back and pondered whether it was too late to head back or if she should just keep walking. About three hours ago, her baby Shelby had just died in the middle of the road. Unfortunately, it was a dead road and there wasn't another town for at least fifty miles. Roxy was a walker, but fifty miles? Five zero? Miles? Now, that was a bit much for the young brunette in her mid twenties.
She had spent an hour in the car, trying to wait it out, thinking that someone had to come. Of course, no one did. Finally, she had gotten out out her car, and walked through what seemed to be a path in the nearby woods from which she had seen smoke come from what she assumed to be a chimney. With her luck, the path had disappeared, and now she was lost.
Roxy gasped as she heard the crackling of leaves behind her. She heard another sound and couldn't make out whether it was footsteps or something else. Out of reflex, Roxy took the safety off her gun, she had let stay held loosely in her hand, and turned around and saw- Nothing. This was exactly how it was in the movies. Instead of being a stupid teenager, Roxy kept the gun at the ready and proceeded along what was once a path. As a hunter, you had to be alert and ready at all times. You had to expect the unexpected.
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Post by Trevin Ryan on Apr 20, 2007 11:40:25 GMT -1
Things were finally looking good for Trevin Ryan and his struggle of finding his sister. All it took was a shape-shifter to take Roxy’s form, and got her ass in jail. It wasn’t that hard to find the town that this all took place. Trevin knew his younger sister even though he hadn’t seen or made contact with her within the last ten years. He knew that Roxy loved it when they would be on a gig in a small town where people would always wave to each other and bring home-made pies to next door neighbors just because they felt like it. In a way, it reminded both Trevin and Roxy of home.
There was no doubt that the ’67 Shelby Mustang pulled into a ditch was his younger sister’s. Trevin himself had gotten the car from his uncle and re-modeled it for Roxy himself to give to her on her sixteenth birthday. “I see that you’ve been taking care of this baby.” Trevin muttered to himself with a smile as he patted the hood.
Trevin walked away from the car, and made his way towards the woods, following the path that he believed Roxy would have taken to find help. At night time, the woods were a little creepy, and could have easily had something of the supernatural lurking around. Seeing the outine of a figure not too far ahead of him, Trevin slowly walked towards it. This could have been his sister. Then again, maybe it wasn’t. Running a nervous hand through his brown hair, Trevin gently tapped the figure on the shoulder.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Apr 22, 2007 5:03:27 GMT -1
Chrissy Vandeveen stopped as she felt someone tap her shoulder. She bit her lip hoping it would be Roxy, she had seen her car on the side of the road and had parked her own truck in the trees so it would be hidden. She gripped her gun tightly as she turned around holding the gun up at the person
[sorry bad its like 2 am..]
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Post by Roxanne Ryan on Apr 23, 2007 18:54:21 GMT -1
Roxy sighed and kicked at a few wet, damp leaves. Shivering against a slight wind, she zipped up her jean jacket and buried her hands as far as they could go into the pocket of her jeans. Roxy stopped abruptly as she heard something walk by her. Probally just an animal she thought to herself. A full moon lit a small path through the trees, and Roxy followed it currious as to where it would lead her.
"Chrissy?" Roxy whispered out as she walked through a clearing, seeing a face that she recognized. Chrissy had a gun locked on a man who Roxy didn't recognize. Figuring that Chrissy was in trouble, Roxy picked up a branch and creeped up behind the man. She raised it, and hit him in the back of the head. Not hard enough to kill him, but just to knock him out temporailly. "Are you alright?" Roxy asked, looking at Chrissy.
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Post by Trevin Ryan on Apr 24, 2007 18:43:11 GMT -1
Trevin looked at the woman infront of him and frowned. "You're not Roxy." he whispered. Before he could blink the woman had pulled a gun on him. "Woah, woah, woah. I'm just looking for my-" he said, his face louder as his blue eyes kept glancing at the gun. Before Trevin could finish the sentence, he felt something hard nail him right in the back of his head. The enviornment around him spun for a moment before his knees gave out and he fell to the ground.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on Apr 30, 2007 21:25:47 GMT -1
Chrissy watched as Roxy hit the man over the head with a branch. She pratically jumped on Roxy smiling "Your okay!" she said happily "I saw your car broken down out on the road what happened?" she asked going from happy to worried
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Post by Roxanne Ryan on May 1, 2007 18:28:12 GMT -1
Roxy laughed and hugged Chrissy, thankful that the man hadn't hurt her. "I know! My car just died on me!" she said in a slightly irritated voice. Roxy sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she looked down at the man lieing face first on the ground. Looking at Chrissy, she nodded down towards the body. "Help me get him on his back." Roxy said as she got on one side of the man.
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Post by Trevin Ryan on May 2, 2007 18:50:15 GMT -1
Before Roxy and Chrissy even started to get Trevin on his back, he started to slowly come around. He groaned and grunted in pain as he slowly got to his knees. Trevin rubbed his temples, and then rubbed the back of his neck, near the spot where Roxy had hit him with the branch. Trevin stumbled to his feet and grabbed onto a nearby tree to keep him from falling over again. "Dammit." he muttered to himself as he looked at Roxy and Chrissy, rubbing his eyes so eyes there would be only one of each woman instead of two.
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on May 3, 2007 12:43:09 GMT -1
Chrissy held the gun up protectively to defend her and Roxy, she had heard there was something in the area but wasn't quite sure what it was. She bit her lip looking over at Roxy as the man stumbled around
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Post by Roxanne Ryan on May 5, 2007 1:05:05 GMT -1
Roxy glanced and nodded, lowering her hand to signal that she was pretty sure that the two of them were safe. She sucked on the inside of her cheek as she edged closer to the man. "Who the hell are you?" the brunette asked as she eyed the man suspiciously. "You look familiar..." she muttered to herself as she focused the man's features. Roxy knew those blue eyes, but there was no chance in hell the man was who she thought he was.
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Post by Trevin Ryan on May 5, 2007 1:40:18 GMT -1
Trevin shook the butterflies from his head, and was thankful as he was finally stable. He watched the brunete without the gun as she edged closer to him. She looked familiar; maybe just a random girl that he had met at a bar, and was now just running into her. There were a million possibilities, but by the way that she had asked what his name was, he knew that she thought he was familiar.
"My name?" he repeated as he stepped away from the tree. Trevin wasn't exactly sure he should introducing himself to a woman who had just knocked him out. However, he said this gut feeling that had known this woman. "Trevin. Trevin Ryan." he answered as he rubbed the back of his neck. "What's your name?"
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Post by Chrissy 'Kissy' on May 24, 2007 2:19:25 GMT -1
Chrissy looked over at Roxy almost gasping. She had heard Roxy mention Trevins name a few times but she thought he was dead. She looked back at Trevin waiting for Roxys reply
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