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Post by rileyweathers on Jan 17, 2007 0:45:28 GMT -1
The wheels of the '98 Wrangler pulled the jeep over the smooth pavement. Lights cut through the darkness, helping to illuminate any disasters on the road. Inside the cap, rock music played softly over the speakers. The driver's soft lip moved as she sang along quietly. Riley was on her way to meet her brother. She had just finished a hunt. Local ghoul terrorizing a graveyard. Now, with a new set of clothes, she was on her way to a small patch of woods called Belleau Wood. Tapping her fingers on the wheel, she wasn't paying too close attention to the road. As she continued on her way, her attention was suddenly drawn back to the road. Typical to most roads in the country, a deer came bounding across the two-lane. Since the four-legged intruder came without warning, Riley's foot hit the break and she took a sharp turn in the opposite direction. The jeep's tires squealed in protest at the sharp turn. A 3ft canal lined either side of the road. Even with her foot on the break, Riley couldn't avoid it. The jeep went in head first. This abrupt stop allowed Riley's forehead to connect with the steering wheel. "Son of a bitch!" She cursed after a yelp had escaped her lips first. Groaning as she sat up, blood oozing down from the cut across her eye brow, she looked around. The situation wasn't that pretty. She was lucky not to have a cracked windshield but she didn't even want to see the front of her car. Peeking out the side window, she could tell there was no way she'd get out on her own. Jared could always push her free. One advantage to having a werewolf as a brother. Dabbing her forehead with the back of her sleeve, she reached for her Razor phone and hit the speed dial for her darling brother. "Hey. I'm not at the woods yet." "Well where are you then? You said you were leaving...an hour ago." She started to explain her situation. Jared seemed to find it extremely funny. After making sure she was alright, of course. "Why did you do the whole stunt driving deal? You should have just plowed right over the bitch and kept going." "No, I'm not going to plow over Bambi. Just because I can get covered in blood,doesn't mean I want my car covered in it." "If you had killed it, I would have had my dinner already taken care of.""Jared! Ugh! Just, get out here and push me out, alright?" "I don't know. Sounds pretty far.""Well run." She said before hanging up. It would probably take him at least 15 minutes to get there. So, Riley turned of the vehicle, leaving on the light. Grumpy and Hungry, she started digging around in her messenger bag for something to munch on. That's when she caught the flicker of light in her rear view and turned to see a car parked up on the road. Since her window was down a crack, she could hear approaching footsteps and someone calling out. Reaching back into the bag, her fingers wrapped around the black automatic pistol and slowly she pulled it out. Holding the familiar metal in her lap, it was instantly aimed up at the window when light fell across her lap.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Jan 17, 2007 0:48:01 GMT -1
Thick dirty dark boots had pressed down on the peddle, excelling the truck’s speed just a bit as she road down the dark two lane highway. Dark trees were thicketted along the sde of the road behind thin canals lined up in the North Carolina area. Empty junk food wrappers were scattered across the truck’s interior from anywhere to bags of chips to sandwich wrappers. In the backseat, a dark brown leather journal sat; scrappings and various pictures projecting out of the pages. Cat like green eyes looked up at the road as she drove and her lips slightly moved to the Cash song buzzing lowly from the tape in the radio. Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news My head's been wet with the midnight dew I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee He spoke to me in the voice so sweet I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet He called my name and my heart stood still When he said, "John go do My will!"
Go tell that long tongue liar Go and tell that midnight rider Tell the rambler, The gambler, The back biter Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down The name “John” and the fact that this song was written by a modern cowboy and the lyrics referred to the evil of the world, being cut down by God’s messengers actually caused her not to want to listen to the song, despite Raquel’s love for it. John Winchester had an interesting reputation in the Hunter/Paranormal Investigator world. He was said to be strong, steardy and undefeated. She has met him and could prove these opinions with memories of her own. A lot of hunters went into this career and either came out from force of their fear or from death. The song was way too deep for it to not hurt the hunter, but she couldn’t turn away from it, but instead, turned it up. Nail’s were plain and dirty, and they lead up to killing hands and muscular arms. It was very apparent that muscle had been built on from years and years of training. Sweat had beaded off of her forehead, moistening her dark long locks and running down the side of her face. Her hair was up in a feeble pony tail as parts of her shorter cut haired came down and framed her face. A white tank top hugged her tightly and had a smaller off white tank top over it. Damaged and worn out jeans also hugged her but loosened around her knees before leading up to the motorcycle boots. The map of the east coast state was spread across the passenger's seatl and the fugitive’s eyes had glanced to it before looking up again. She had studied the map before, noticing it was still quiet some time until she got out of the state, being near Fayetteville which was basically between the corner of “No” and “Where”. But glancing to the seat next to her, she noticed the stock of the shotgun that was sticking out from under the map. It was loaded with rocksalt, and thought it was for the best with where she was heading. However, instantly thought about the first time shooting that rifle when looking back up to the road. “Stop!” The older man’s voice had yelled at the young girl. Sighing, Rocky lowered the rifle from the disk that was flying through the air that she frantically tried to destory with several bullets, taking two shots instead of one. The old man, Raquel’s father, had gripped the double barrel and wripped it away from Rocky’s hands. “I’m sorry, I know I could have gotten it the third time if you just stop yelling.” She said, placing her hands on her hips instead.
The pre-teenager Rocky wasn’t fond of this sort of hassel when it came to hunting training. What did it matter if she used three bullets instead of one? If the hunt was successful, it shouldn’t matter.
“When I say ‘focus’ does it just go through that head of yours?” He asked harshly. “And don’t talk back to me. Theres no excuse. You do, and you can be sure that you’ll keep at this for days with a kickin’ rifle.” Anybody who knew Jack Knight would know that was torture. Shooting a rifle with a good kick once was enough pain, but a day of it was just torture. However, he continued, “You don’t need to dance around your prey, because they sure as Hell wont dance around you. Shoot to kill. Wounds don't impress them. They've all been shot before and you should be their killer…”Rocky’s boots went from the gas to slow down as she turned and then her eyes cause the site of the abnormal red taillights from the canal. Slowing down, Rocky pulled the car ot the side of the road and shut off the engine. Gripping the keys, her digits went to find the small key that unlocked the glove compartment and then took out the black 9mm. A rocksalt loaded shotgun wouldn’t do much against some killer, just ghosts. Therefore, she’d rather be safe than sorry. Hands gripped the gun and small flashlight, then pulled it to tuck it in the back of her jeans and held the torch. Granted, she had a pocket knife and bowie dagger stowed away, she still wasn’t that trust of whoever was stuck. Pushing open the door, she walked over towards the car, keeping her distance but still called out, “Hello?” It could have been an abandoned vehicle, but it had to be recent if the lights were still on and the person would be hurt if they went head first in the revene. “Is anybody there?!” She asked as she stepped off of the tar in which the road was made of and then her boots slid down the muddy bank as she approached the car and then light flashed over the face of the women in the car.
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Post by rileyweathers on Jan 17, 2007 17:36:17 GMT -1
"Hello? Is anybody there?"Riley slowly lowered her gun when she saw the other woman. Letting the onyx colored weapon rest in her lap, she leaned forward and rolled down the window. "Hi. I'm fine, no worries." She stated and probably sounded a little defensive. The blood was creeping down the side of her face again. Keeping her eyes on the stranger, she held her sleeve against the wound again. Now, Riley had two choices: Be rude and tell her to piss off or see if she could help in some way. Jared could take care of himself and intrude appropriately when he arrived. Preferably not all furry and snarling. Riley choose the latter. "Actually, though, the landing was a little rough," She gestured with her free hand towards her head, "Have any Hello Kitty band-aids?"
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Post by Raquel Knight on Jan 17, 2007 21:46:28 GMT -1
Rocky started forward towards the car when seeing the woman rolling down with a small smile and greeted her. "Hi. I'm fine, no worries." She had said, more to show that she didn’t need help rather than if she was really worried about her condition. And why wasn’t she getting out of the car. She was just in a wreck; the last thing Rocky would want to do was stay in the car. Especially if she had the option to call the police. Rocky's green eyes caught sight of the bloodied cut on Riley's forehead, yet there was no rush for help. Digits moved to her back, nails scratching her lower back, bringing up the shirt a bit and touched the 9mm to her fingers, reassuring herself that she was safe if this gun was near and if this girl had any wrong intentions. Removing her hand, she started towards the car, walking into the low level canal. “Oh yeah, I could tell. Usually, driving head first in a canal isn’t a cause for concern.” She said with a little laugh, sarcastically. The bottom half of her jeans were drenched and stuck to her legs like denim would normally be when applied when wet. Going to the door, holding the small flashlight that started to flicker until she slammed her palm to it, she glanced around the vehicle. Lucky for this stranger, however, Rocky’s ray of light didn’t flash over the gun on Riley’s lap, covered by her torso. "Actually, though, the landing was a little rough, have any Hello Kitty band-aids?"Laughing a bit, she shook her head and rested her hand on the window of the car, “Nope, none. I have a first aid kit in the car though. Can you work with black thread and boring band-aids?” She replied. The girl, she couldn’t be over 25 years old, just left some sort of impression on Rocky. Not that she would help her shape or mold her life, but she was just different, in the vaguest sense of the term. She looked ironically familiar, as if she was from a dream or a dream of a dream but couldn’t exactly place her. It wasn’t like Rocky to know many girls though, so this was extremely odd. A few here and there, sure. Females at the roadhouse, hunters that tagged along with boys but she had no recollection of where she met this girl. “This may sound odd,” She stared since, well, hell, they just met on the side of the road, “Have I met you before?” She asked before putting her digits to the door handle and opened it.
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Post by rileyweathers on Jan 17, 2007 22:29:47 GMT -1
Riley was happy to see that she was unarmed when she came into view more. She hadn't been sure if there was water in the canal, but she could hear her sloshing about. "Peachy..." She thought to herself. Even though she was still a little hesitant about trusting this young woman, she kept on a smile. “Oh yeah, I could tell. Usually, driving head first in a canal isn’t a cause for concern.”"Yeah well, what can I say? It was all planned out. Best way to flag down a hot young stud. Play the 'damsel in distress' card." She joked back at her. The closer she got to the car, the more Riley would tense up. Dropping her other hand into her lap, she let her fingers rest on the cool metal of the gun. “Nope, none. I have a first aid kit in the car though. Can you work with black thread and boring band-aids?” Ah, great, she'd be getting stitched up by some wacko who could already have a collection of bodies in her car. Still, it seemed like friendly, roadside assistance. "Well, after I see your practitioner's plaque, sure." But she would take the offer. Riley noticed that she seemed to be studying her slightly and grew paranoid. A few hunters knew her and it wasn't by a good reputation. Having a werewolf tag along tends to give off the wrong impression. “This may sound odd, have I met you before?” Then she heard the door click and it started opening. Instantly her hand reached out and she grabbed the arm handle, stopping it from going further. "Uh, not that I recall. I don't really get around many hunters. Tend to stay alone." She shrugged with a smile, her grip on the door firm. The last thing she need was this woman noticing the gun in her lap. That just leg to all sort of unnecessary confrontation.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Jan 18, 2007 0:15:15 GMT -1
"Well, after I see your practitioner's plaque, sure." Rocky had to laugh a bit when she said that. At least this chick had a sense of humor but she didn’t seem too open to the fact of getting some help. When she reached to open the door, the girl resisted and she didn’t understand why. However, she knew that if somebody didn’t want your help, you probably should just back off. Taking a step back in the soiled water, she put up her hands in defense. “Listen lady, I’m just trying to help. You don’t want it, fine. Get yourself out of this predicament.” She stated since she didn’t need to help this girl. Being the type of person who only looks out for number one wasn’t her nature at all, but what else could she do? Her thoughts were suddenly distracted by what she had said, though. "Uh, not that I recall. I don't really get around many hunters. Tend to stay alone." Her lips parted as she listened to the context of the word “hunters” being used. How could this girl know? More importantly, what does Raquel say in return? Her eyes were still a little widened when she stuttered back, “H-hunters? What, what hunters?” She asked. Perhaps since this was in the middle of wood on the east coast, this stranger was just accustomed to deer or boar hunters. “Are you an animal hunter?” She asked. But still, that wouldn’t explain why she thought she looked so familiar.
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Post by rileyweathers on Jan 18, 2007 0:26:01 GMT -1
“Listen lady, I’m just trying to help. You don’t want it, fine. Get yourself out of this predicament.” Riley had no problem with being left alone. Jared was on his way and she'd soon be out of this mess. But of course, before telling the girl to go ahead and leaved, she cursed herself for the slip up. Hunters? You just had to say that. Why don't you tell her you have a freakin' pistol in your lap too! and hey, you're brother's a werewolf! But it didn't take her long to recover. "Well yeah. My dad was really into deer hunting and some bear. So I really use to meet a lot of hunters. After my mom died I was basically stuck with him. I hunted some myself so yeah, you could say I'm an animal hunter." She put on a fake smile. Riley's head was really starting to pound now and she was tired of the sticky blood on her face. "You know, why don't you meet me up by your car?" It'd give her time to stow away the gun. "I'm Riley by the way. Riley Weathers. You can call me Ry."
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Post by Raquel Knight on Jan 18, 2007 1:07:40 GMT -1
Listening to the stranger go on about hunting, Rocky still kept her distance, still skeptical to say the least. It was strange for her to know she met this woman before, and now she mentioned hunting and quickly covered it up. Whether it was good if she knew about paranormal investigations or not, she couldn’t tell just yet. “Yeah, my dad hunted too.” She said, referring to both after taking in the hunting status and left the sentence very vague. "You know, why don't you meet me up by your car?" Okay, now this was starting to get weird. Put her back to this girl she met sitting in a practically upside down car? It wasn’t really logical or safe. Swallowing, she took another step back as she nodded slowly and started back to the muddy bank, eyes still on the stranger. "I'm Riley by the way. Riley Weathers. You can call me Ry."The name struck some familiarity with Rocky as well but couldn’t pin it. Knowing that the only thing she could do now was keep herself armed, lie, patch this Riley girl up and then send her on her merry way. What she could do if she attacked, on the other hand, she had no idea. “Lil.” She stated, using her middle name instead since if she was possessed or something, it wouldn’t necessarily go by name. She started back up the bank, sliding but her rugged motorcycle boots gave her traction. Walking up, she tried to make sure her shirt didn’t lift up in the back, showing off her 9mm tucked away. It was weird enough; she didn’t need this girl to start getting suspicious of her, though it was already too late. Reaching the top, she went to the back of the truck, hoping Riley would take her sweet time since Rocky had to dig through one of her weapon bags for the first aid kit. Finding it, fingers quickly zipped it up before unlocking the tailgate, making it easier for this whole doctor thing to go through if she had a table. Green-Blue orbs glanced up at Riley’s jeep, keeping a firm jaw when preparing and then looked back down, trying to be very untailored. However, her easiness was altered when hearing footsteps behind her. Eyes narrows, slowly putting down the contents of the plasic first aid kit. Orbs slid to the corner of her eyes before quickly reaching for the gun behind her and whipping around to see her supposed stalker. Standing there, however, was just a man. Possessed, shapeshifter, doppleganger? She didnt know. Putting one hand under the butt of the gun, she steadied the pistol with one finger on the trigger as well. "Who the hell are you?!" She asked, firmly and with a louder tone to know she wasn't messing around.
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Post by rileyweathers on Jan 18, 2007 1:30:24 GMT -1
“Yeah, my dad hunted too.” Riley just smiled politely up at the girl. So she was familiar with that whole 'normal' hunting deal. Hopefully she didn't feel like swapping stories because Riley had no idea what it was like to hunt something cute. "Lil" The only thing going through Riley's mind was 'cute name'. It didn't sound familiar to her. Then again, why should it? Thankfully she started backing away and as soon as she turned, Riley let out a sigh of relief. Sitting forward, she picked up the gun and tucked it into the back of her jeans. Then she reached over, grabbed the red and black jacket, pushed her door open, sliding out. Her feet hit and sank into the ground with an squelching sound. Frowning, she slowly waded through the calf high yuck towards the hill. With her hands out, she braced herself as she climbed up. Then she heard a voice, "Who the hell are you?!" Lil's and struggling. That spurred her to scramble up just a tad faster.
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Post by jaredweathers on Jan 18, 2007 1:57:06 GMT -1
Jared had been standing in the tree line. He couldn't come out earlier because he had to change back into his human form. Though, if it had just been Riley he wouldn't have done that. She needed his help and he was stronger as a werewolf. But as he had gotten closer, he caught another scent and that caused him to slow down, scan the area and morph back to a human. Now he watched the other human communicating with his sister, closely. He wasn't sure if she was a threat but she didn't strike him as a friendly passer by. There was something else about her. But then she moved away from the jeep, climbed out of the canal and came back to her truck. By this time he had creeped closer and managed to sneak around to stand on the road between her and Riley. Once she turned around, he stared down at her with his brown eyes, slightly narrowing in aggression. "Who the hell are you?!" She yelled at him and then just irritated him. Then the gun came up and there was nothing he hated more than a gun being shoved at him. Reaching up, he grabbed her gun and yanked it away as if it were nothing. No matter how strong she was, there was no way she'd match him. Tossing it away, he kept his eyes on her. "Just a little lost puppy. You pull most guns on harmless, unarmed strangers?" But she didn't seem to up for small talk. When he saw her step back and reach in her pocket, he knew they were going to tango for a bit. The small little knife came out and it took all he had in him not to laugh. Though, if the bitch had it made of silver for some God knows what reason, he'd be a little pissed if she clipped him. The knife came at him in a slicing motion and he had to jump back. The little bitch. Glaring now, he reached out and grabbed her small wrist. "I do not, have time for this." Twisting it sharply, he turned her around, pulled her back so she slammed into his chest, pinned the arm to her chest and held that cute little blade right up to the soft flesh of her jugular. His free hand found her other arm and pulled it up behind her back, pinning it there now. "So, I'm gonna go ahead and say that they are indeed real." He stated with a smirk, his face right next to hers. "Course, if they were fake I'd have to say I'm disappointed cause I would have gone bigger if I was paying out that much money."
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Post by jaredweathers on Jan 18, 2007 1:58:13 GMT -1
sorry Sammy. No need for a bastard yet, but if we do, we'll let you know. This got planned out way before time so it's pretty much all set up.))
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Post by Raquel Knight on Jan 18, 2007 3:16:09 GMT -1
Eyes had locked on to the strange male, not knowing who he was or what he was doing here, nor could she even think of a motive. There was no car with him, therefore he couldn’t stop out of the kindness of his heart and see if they needed help. No, he came here for something, and her edginess would make sure he didn’t get it. Gun still aimed at him as she worked on shifting her weight on her feet. She was ready to just shoot him, get it over with but she didn’t want another murder on her hands. And the fact that it took her so long to shoot, her kindness, just was her downfall. He had gripped the gun and pulled it from her, no effort or strength used and she felt it. He couldn’t have been some normal guy. "Just a little lost puppy. You pull most guns on harmless, unarmed strangers?"“Oh yeah, harmless” She said sarcastically, staring at him since he had just taken her gun with no problem. But quickly, like it was second nature, he hand worked to the hooked pocketknife. Jerking it, causing the blade to slash out before holding it like a dagger. She had her bowie knife, but why waist a good knife like that on a human like this? Swiftly moving the blade to cut across his chest, she wasn’t planning on killing him, just get rid of him. However, now she was having thoughts he wasn’t just a human, but had to be a trained hunter. With his build and body, normal men looked like stick figures. He had grasped her wrist, twisting it and pulling her towards him, she felt resistance on her wrist until he had a firm grip on her. And oh, what a grip he had. He had her arm pressed against her chest, trapped with the blade to her neck. She was breathing heavier, moving away from the blade as a small gasp slipped from her lips and leaned back to him. "So, I'm gonna go ahead and say that they are indeed real. Course, if they were fake I'd have to say I'm disappointed cause I would have gone bigger if I was paying out that much money."His face moved unusually close, causing her breathing to pick up speed again. The last thing she needed was this guy to be a vampire. Rocky’s eyes shot to the corners again, glaring at him and wouldn’t dare move her arms right now. Move them, and that blade would slice right across her neck. Not wanting to waste her time with some half assed comment, she glanced down and saw his feet were exposed. Rocky’s excessive training may be good when you were going against other paranormals. But now, she needed to fight dirty. Her foot lifted, teeth gritting and grunting as she slammed down her heel on his toes. It wasn’t the best move that could be done, but it loosened his grip on her torso. Ripping back her arm, she punched her elbow into his abs next and her small form escaped from his grip. Turning to face him with over a yard between them, she faced him again, her breathing still abnormal as she thought of her next move.
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Post by jaredweathers on Jan 18, 2007 23:37:10 GMT -1
Jared was confident that he had the upper hand. If it had been a male who pulled a gun, he might have been more aggressive. But then the smaller woman started fighting back. The attack on his toe was more of a surprise than actual pain. So his grip started to loosen on her. Then she took it even further. The jab to his abs, still not hurtful, caused him to lose his hold completely. Backing up, he had to laugh at her expression.
"Well sweetheart, if you really want to play dirty..." he trailed off with a smirk. But then he heard his name and also what must have been the feisty little vixen's name.
"Jared!" "Lil stop, he won't hurt you!"
Jared tucked his hands into his pockets and smiled. Pretty soon Riley was at his side and he was sure Lil was slightly confused. "Oh don't worry, you still have a chance. She's just my sister." He explained. He then noticed the glare coming from Ry but he never dropped the smile.
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Post by rileyweathers on Jan 18, 2007 23:44:57 GMT -1
Riley heard all the smart ass comments and as soon as she reached the top, she knew who was there. Jared would have never really hurt Lil. She was a girl and he was pretty old fashioned when it came to hitting a woman or even hurting one. Scrambling to her feet, she jogged across the asphalt. "Jared!" She shouted, hoping he'd stop. Though she saw that Lil had seemed able to take care of herself. Now she was more worried about Jared getting hurt. She'd seen the gun earlier, before he ripped it away and that just put her on edge with who this chick was. "Lil stop, he won't hurt you!" Finally she reached her brother and took her place at his side. Jared didn't even seemed flustered at all. Sure Lil couldn't hurt him much but he was standing there as cool and calm as can be. "Oh don't worry, you still have a chance. She's just my sister." Riley glared up at him and shook her head a little. Then she looked back at Lil. "He's my brother. I had called him to come and help me. Guess he was just playing the protective role when he snuck up on you." Course, how the hell was she going to explain him just showing up? She'd find a way to lie or else, maybe she'd just leave Lil unconscience and they'd leave. Course, the girl looked like she could fight.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Jan 19, 2007 15:50:36 GMT -1
Rocky was puzzled by the stranger’s expression. He was laughing at her, just taunting her and she knew she wouldn’t be able to take him on, toe to toe. She’s felt his strength, but she was too proud to admit defeat. "Well sweetheart, if you really want to play dirty..." The man had laughed at her, putting on a cocky smirk. Rocky’s glare held, however, locked on to him still. “Even then I’d kick the ever loving shit out of you!” She said more firm than actually yelling at him. But then the name was bellowed out from the other female, coming up from the banks of the canal. Feet took a step back, eying them both since she was actually fearful now. Her weight shifted again, taking another defensive stance with the both of them and would have to resort to reaching for her bowie knife soon. If they both attacked her, she probably wouldn’t have a chance in hell. Granted, she wouldn’t admit defeat; she’d die with her hand on a gun despite the pain it took to lift the cannon. However, she knew it wouldn’t be some cake ride with these two. "Lil stop, he won't hurt you!"Riley had looked over to the girl again, eyes shifting and Rocky’s lips still parted as she took breaths in and out. “Oh yeah, he made that pretty clear when he tried to break my wrist.” She snapped back, still confused, and had just about enough of all of this. No more games, she was just trying to help a girl and it ended up with her in danger? "Oh don't worry, you still have a chance. She's just my sister." The supposed “Jared” had explained. She then noticed Riley’s little glare to Jared before her eyes had met Rocky’s again. “He's my brother. I had called him to come and help me. Guess he was just playing the protective role when he snuck up on you."Rocky’s green eyes shifted to both beings, lips still parted in shock. It seemed like an episode of the Twilight Zone and she was just waiting for the UFO to come pick them up. "Wait, what the hell is going on?" She asked, finally. "I mean, where the hell is your tow if you're going to help her out? Oh, nevermind that. Wheres your car?! Oh wait, let me guess, you have the whole 'cottage in the woods' thing going on?" She said, putting her hands on her hips. Peering at them both, it was more that she was annoyed now, than fearful. Eyes had wandered over Jared, thinking him over. She had already analyzed the female, Riley, and came to the conclusion that she was hard to read. She looked like she could be rugged, yet was beautiful. And with her on edgy, there seemed to be a fine line between demonic possession and hunter. And although she wouldn't mind swapping guns with the girl, she wasn't about to bring up the paranormal investigator theory. Now Jared; her eyes had studied him more thorough now that he wasn't attacking her. She had to admit, anywhere else, she might have considered him a decent investiment, and not worthy of extermination. She didn't exactly stare as her orbs had traveled over his muscles. If he really wanted to, he could have killed her. He had the strength and the power to, not to mention, the libido as well. He snuck up on her and disarmed her without breaking a sweat, and he didnt blink when doing it either. It showed massive bravery. Processing all this information together, she thought over the siblings together. His skill, her build, and their unreadable gaze. Despite that the logic was screaming "Demons" her instinct kept coming to the conclusion of hunter. But that wold be insane, it would be extremely rare in spite of the qualities they possessed. However, this study and encounter started to get her flustered and couldn't make a decent decision about them. "You know what? Forget it." Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes and turned, taking one of the guazes from the kid and haded it to Riley. Putting on a fake smile, she said her final goodbyes, "It was nice meeting both of you, have great lives and all that crap. Right now, I've gotta go back to reality." She said since this was all very overwhelming at one time. She turned back and packed up the first-Aid kit again, and slammed the tailgate back closed. Granted, they didnt have a car and no way to get back to town, the thought never occured to her.
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