FuriePhoenix

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Lexi had barely noticed that Dean grabbed a spray can of deodorant off the shelf near her until he had actually spoken up, snapping her out of her thoughts and memory. She really had thought that these kinds of moments were passed her, but it seemed she was incredibly wrong. Hearing what he said made her smirk and chuckle, truly bringing her back out of her mind and back into the present again. "do I truly strike you as a powder and floral kinda girl?" She asked him with her smirk never leaving her lips. She forced herself not to raise an eyebrow at the same time, something inside telling her not to do it, despite any other time with anyone else she probably would have.

Despite his own eyebrows raising, she just sniggered at the conversation they were even having right now. It felt so....normal. No words of hunts, monsters, ghosts, just normal life things like needing to smell nice in a car with other people. "If you make yourself smell like a bunch of flowers tied into some girl's hair I will instantly disown you" she told him before grabbing some deodorant for herself, her usual brand that didn't have a particularly special odour but was a nice fresh smell none the less. Chucking it into the trolley, she continued to stroll along the aisle with Dean, making sure not to go too far ahead incase he was still deciding on something they passed in said aisle.

-------------------------

Sam was honestly slightly concerned that he was about to scare off Anya by maybe explaining a little too much to why he was in this town. He had never felt nervous about someone writing something down before, but here he was feeling slightly on edge as she wrote down a sentence that seconds later when it was shown to him, would make him go from being concerned to intrigued. The choice of wording was interesting to him, especially due to his day job. To anyone else, he could imagine they'd think she meant the metaphorical kind of ghosts, but his kind instantly went to the literal sense of the word and he got wondering if she too was a hunter. He went to start to reply to her, when she quickly pulled the pad back and wrote again.

Instead of replying to her first sentence, he decided he would wait for her next comments before he spoke, and if he could, he would reply to both things in one go. Yet the next thing that she wrote down threw him off guard and made him lean back in his seat. Neither he or his brother had had anyone looking for them for a long while now, especially not since Mika passed and they got Bobby to make it crystal clear that no one was to come after either of them. Especially if people didn't want Dean beating them to death just for being near him.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times as he tried to find the words in how to respond. He knew he had two options in this situation, 1) lie and say he knew no one of that surname or 2) admit he was a Winchester and then ask her if she too was a hunter. He also found himself briefly asking 'what would Dean do?' but in the end he cautiously let himself go down the middle ground of both his options, an option 3 of sorts. "I might do. If I give it some thought that is. Why you looking for a Winchester? If you don't mind me asking. Are you a hunter?" He replied with slowly, quietly and clearly so she could read his lips.

I am the fire - Constantine RP

Kay could understand where Trish was coming from. She herself only ever wanted and still does want, her sister Sam safe. Even though it meant for the most part she had to stay well clear of her, the last lot of drama at Sam's house in Seattle only proved that to Kay all the more. "I can get that. I'm sure he is happy and he's safe here with Serena. You both are and if you ask me? I'd say there's definitely something going on between them. I can somehow feel the energy and aura between them." She replied.

In the study, Fia was helping Drake tidy it up a little, not wanting Drake to work on a room on his own. She noticed how lightheaded he was getting and so she pulled out her dad's chair and made him sit down by grabbing his arms lightly and guiding him over to it. "take five minutes to sit. You shouldn't be pushing yourself Drake" she told him honestly and worriedly. She pushed herself up onto her father's desk (a bad habit she picked up from her mother without even knowing it was her who she picked it up from) and looked at Drake.

I am the fire - Constantine RP

Kay smiled when Trish started humming as she began cleaning. It was rather sweet as she herself started working on the sink and deep cleaning it. Her attention went back to Trish when she spoke to her, asking a question that made her instinctively glance briefly toward Serena and Josh then back at the job at hand. "I don't know if love is there yet, only Serena could know that but they are definitely growing close and it does feel and seem like there's a lot of mutual feelings between them." She replied to Trish.

Josh and Chas both nodded at Serena's words. Both of the men could understand why Serena didn't want to take things for granted and still have John checked every hour just incase. "That's fair enough, we can take shifts if needs be" Chas replied. "now go and relax, you deserve it" he added with a smile. Josh gave him a casual salute in response and helped Serena get upstairs to the bathroom.

(I'm so sorry to hear that.)

I am the fire - Constantine RP

Kay went with Trish to the kitchen, looking through the cupboards to find cleaning supplies which she assumed was down to Chas and not John. She pulled out cloths, cleaning sprays and other stuff. She handed Trish some sponges and a surface spray bottle, "use that to spray the worktops and use the sponge to wipe it clean" she explained.

Chas paused his walking and looked at Serena and Josh, "yeah, he's sleeping in his room so we're all clubbing together to do a bit of tidy up and stuff. You and Josh just relax. We got this covered" he replied with a smile. He could see how tired Serena was after saving John's life and didn't want her exerting herself anymore than she already had. He knew she would be in safe hands with Josh and that he wouldn't let her over do it.

(Yeah, she had a total knee replacement so been a bit crazy as I take over on everyday stuff and stuff whilst she recovers)

I am the fire - Constantine RP

Fia followed Drake out, deciding she would help him as it would also mean she could make sure he didn't overdo it at the same time. She also didn't want to fully be with the younger version of her mother and she couldn't pinpoint just why. She didn't know if it was to do with the fact it was a younger version and weird to see her mother like that or if it was because she just wasn't that close to her mother in her own timeline, or if it was simply something else entirely. Kay watched the two teenagers leave the room without a single word being said and then turned to Trish. "okay kiddo, let's go tidy up downstairs yeah?" She suggested.

Josh nodded in some kind of understanding. He couldn't say he knew what it was like to have an adverse feeling toward water, but he understood the not wanting to be alone part of her statement. "Understandable" he simply said, acknowledging that Chas had entered the room and was off to do something or another. "Okay, let's get you into full blown relax mode" he smiled to Serena.

(Sorry it's taking me a while to reply, my mom was in hospital this last week so I've been a bit pre occupied)

(wolvena/furiephoenix) Daughter's of Darkness (Supernatural rp)

Hearing the crashing from below made Harper not think twice about going downstairs to check out the commotion, as she crept down the stairs she heard the yelling going on and knew instantly from the back and forth it was another hunter on the case. "dammit Bobby, why you put me on a car with someone else?" she thought to herself as she then reached the bottom of the stairs. It was at that moment she saw the spirits in question fighting with another woman. She had to admit for a split second she was surprised it was another female hunter as she usually found herself clashing with a male hunter who always would under estimate what she was capable of. Raising her gun slightly higher than the angle she currently had it at, she was ready to shoot from behind but saw the other woman had it under control to that extent. "You good?" She asked her flatly, as she turned round and shot the child spirit as they rushed her next. "I don't think so kiddo. I hate kids" she commented.

She cautiously headed toward Arabella to give her extra backup. "Got any idea who they are?" She asked, not entirely happy she's alone on the car but a tiny part of her was thankful for it at the same time as it meant she wasn't the only one getting thrown around like Arabella had clearly been, judging by the state of the environment around her. She was also asking to see just how prepared this fellow hunter was as she somewhat wasn't entirely sure if she recalled seeing this woman on the tour earlier or not. She wanted to say that she was sure the items these spirits were attached to were in one of the displays in the upstairs rooms, as she seemed to remember hearing on the tours all the graves behind this church were empty and just there as markers for who died there once, but not actually occupied. However, she wasn't going to say anything just yet to almost rest this woman.

The female ghost from earlier resurfaced herself and rushed Harper so quickly, Harper didn't have time to fire off a round into her before being thrown toward the stairs, her back landing hard on the steps edges. "Ow son of a bitch!" She complained, feeling lucky she didn't crack her head on the wooden steps. "Leave us alone!!" The female ghost yelled at her. "Sorry love, but no can do. You need to move on!" She coughed, pushing herself back onto her feet. "Never!" Came the harsh reply as Harper started to feel her oxygen get cut off, dropping her gun and scrambling her hands at her throat as if to try and stop the invisible strangling that was happening.

"shit shit shit! This is it! My last hunt!" she thought to herself as she hoped this other woman would help her. If she could just get herself free from this ghost's grip, she could find the item she needed to salt and burn upstairs.

I am the fire - Constantine RP

Chas paused at the top of the stairs when he heard Drake ask him what they should do. Stepping back toward the room they were in, he leaned on the door frame, "find anything to do. But mostly you take it easy. I don't want anyone overworking themselves and doing themselves more injury. There's gotta be a room in here somewhere that needs books stacking back into shelves or something" he explained. Tapping the doorframe as he pushed himself off, he headed to the stairs yet again and walked down them. He saw Josh talking with Serena but didn't interrupt them, instead he headed to the kitchen to clean up there.

Josh have a small genuine smile when Serena agreed to take some time out to rest and relax. "if that's what you want" he replied to her, not wanting to overstep his mark with her in the slightest.

(wolvena/furiephoenix) Daughter's of Darkness (Supernatural rp)

NAME: Harper Olsen

AGE: 31

Face claim: Arielle Kebbel

Personality: loves the hunt, brash, sarcastic but witty.
Background/how they became a hunter: Harper just kind of fell into the hunting life. She was in a bar one night drinking and winning games of pool to take men’s money in the process. She was a regular at her local bar when one night a big fight broke out in the bar. One bloke started hitting on a woman and it went south quick when she dismissed his advances. Harper being Harper couldn’t stand by and broke a pool cue on her thigh and stormed into the fight. She ma ages to drag the bloke out the back into an alley during the fight, pool cue still at hand just about and that was when she found out the bloke was a vampire. Shocked and in fight or flight mode, with only knowledge from movies and books, she slammed the cue into the vampires chest and made a run for it when she bumped into a hunter who killed the vampire and then took her under their wing and trained them. That Hunter’s name was Ellen Harvelle. The rest is history.
Now she’s finding herself on a hunt and she’d about to come into contact with more than her target......

Weapon of choice: any kind of firearm and knives. But will use anything at hand if in a tight spot. Even her wit if it comes to it.

Aquaintances: The Harvelle’s (RIP), Bobby Singer.

Vehicle of choice: Jeep Renegade 2018 in black

Tattoos/scars: has three sigils on her right forearm for Hope, Balance and Light. Scar wise she has one scar on her natural waist where a bullet grazed her skin.

(wolvena/furiephoenix) Daughter's of Darkness (Supernatural rp)

ALTON, ILLINOIS

A black Jeep Renegade pulled up at the side of the road into a street parking spot. It was early evening, not an awful day but not a great day either. It was murky and gray skies all day long, nothing that could truly inspire anyone to really do much. This was no different for the driver of said vehicle. An average height woman, dark blonde hair, long in length that just about framed her face. Dark brown eyes and a slender build covered in jeans, a black vest and black biker jacket. Pulling the keys out of the ignition, she gave a little sigh. "Man that drive was a killer" she complained to herself. Taking a moment to just de-stress from the drive that took her a good 14 hours from her last case, Harper found herself stretching her arms up and behind her as best she could in the confines of her jeep. "right woman, get some food, a drink then head straight to the church" she commanded herself, knowing if she didn't eat something now, it would no doubt be another long several hours before she did eat. The last thing she wanted was to faint on the hunt or Bobby Singer would have a lot to say.

Ever since Ellen and Jo died, Bobby took it upon himself to be her liaison and give her cases, along with checking in ever now and then. It was something she was thankful for as she did miss the Harvelle's greatly and missed having the roadhouse bar to pop into and just let off steam. Snapping the out of her thoughts, she shoved her car keys in her jacket pocket, grabbed her wallet and got out of her vehicle, walking into the diner she had parked in front of. Stepping up to the bar, she looked at the menu before ordering a coffee, burger and fries as she sat on the stool. "well not seen you here before beautiful" a grubby older man greeted her and sat beside her. She rolled her eyes and slowly turned to face him, "correct, you've not seen me before and before you continue with whatever mindless spiel you think would sweep me of my feet? Don't. It won't work, I'm not interested, will never be interested. I just wanna eat my food, drink my coffee and leave." She said flatly as she smoothly turned back to face the bar and continue on with waiting for her food and drinking her coffee that a waitress had been pouring whilst she roasted the man beside her.

-----------

FOUR HOURS LATER

She pulled up round the back of the first Unitarian church, parking in a place that had no cameras in sight and got out. Walking round to the trunk, she popped it open grabbing her duffel bag that she had earlier on packed with anything she may need for a ghost hunt. Slinging it over her shoulder, she closed the trunk, made sure it had locked shut and stepped back round to head to the back door. She didn't notice anyone else around which she took as a good sign and walking up to the back door, she pulled out her pick lock kit to use to gain access to the church. She had earlier cased the joint on a tour so she knew the layout beforehand, something she didn't think enough hunters did. To her it proved vital to do such an action if the opportunity was there, and tonight was no different. With access gained, a torch on, she knew exactly the kind of places to check on. "Alright ghosts, where you hiding? I know you're causing problems here than the tour guides are letting on" she quietly spoke.

A crash was heard downstairs in the basement and Harper sighed. "Always the bloody basement" she complained, pulling her handgun from her jeans, already loaded with salt rounds. Cautiously walking through, she headed right for the basement door, opening it slowly and flashing her torch light down the stairs as she carefully stepped down. Part of her wanted to call out, but the sensible side of her brain knew not to say anything, just on the off chance that it wasn't the ghost she was hunting, but a real very much alive

(wolvena/furiephoenix) Daughter's of Darkness (Supernatural rp)

Ooc thread for discussions or anything else