Shoe Thief

Rebirth [Closed]

Sorry for the last post! Busy week, though week's over so gonna be posting a lot more now!

Rebirth [Closed]

Hunter Monroe

I guess I got the feeling, never thought about it like a clone of me taking my life. Though, my life right now consisted of limping on a solid piece of metal. A chance at a new start without that would be great. Then the announcement came on for dinner. "Hell yes, time to get some food mate." I Set the last of my bags onto my bed and started out, I could spend another ten minutes putting my clothes into some drawers, or I could go have what ever is cooking for dinner. Dinner sounded a bit more important at the moment.

I entered the mess hall, first thing I notice is the smell, what ever is cooking smells much better then anything ever cooked at home. Hmm, Mom would be pissed if she ever heard me say something like that. Up side to going to war then!

Soon I noticed Commander Monroe talking to the cooking staff, I think it's funny as hell, I'm a decent rank, and our boss has the same last name. Sooner or later people may accuse me of getting promoted through corrupted means. Then I could always prove my point by kicking some ass. Then I looked at my leg again, so fighting wasn't an option. Though if it comes to it before Rebirth, I could break a foot or two.

I walked up to the commander. "What's cooking sir? Smells good as hell so I hope it's as good as it smells." I knew I wasn't supposed to be too casual with my commanding officer, though it's meal time? How bad could it be?

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Going to wait until people enter the warehouse before I post for Fergus. Also, for anyone who enters, expect casualties.

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Hank Miller

Hank slowly put the hammer back into place on his revolver, he hated people keeping tabs on him. "Give me a moment to park the RV." Hank got up holstering his gun. After Hank parked the RV in a back parking lot he went up to meet Dusty in his room. "What makes you so sure it's the same one? Vampires kill all the time." He was referring to the airport incident again. Though he didn't feel like mentioning that it was only him at the airport, his family was at the house when they were killed. Though news always travels awkwardly out here. Or anywhere to be honest. "Also? What makes you think that if they are the same vampires that you can get a better idea where this asshole is better then I can? Because I have been trying for years to kill this fucker and the closest I ever got was an abandoned estate back in Ireland." Hank sat down at the small table in the room and set down his revolver, taking it apart and starting to do a basic clean of its internals.

@Kurai Assassin

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Bit busy tonight, give em time I'll post late tonight or tomorrow!

“Present Day Vampires/Vampyres of Sanctuary” (Mature Rating)

@Aisling

Mrs. Lugosse seemed decent. Though she mentioned Dawson, Hank wasn't completely sure on if this was a coincidence, maybe it wasn't but maybe it was. Didn't matter, Hank would be ready either way. Though she soon mentioned Hanks wife. "Janet, my wife. She passed some time ago, most the time it's just me." Hank was still trying to get an idea of the situation, paranoia was a habit he had picked up after several events over his lifetime. "How rude of me, I don't believe I properly introduced myself. Hank Miller, The young one's name is Ky-"" "Don't you fucking dare! You are not to mention that to Anyone! We started this new life because you wanted, I am not starting it with the name you gave me!"

Hank looked at his daughter with a look of disappointment that would make a bear regret eating a fish. "She goes by Kylie now, she gets really upset when I use her birth name." Kylie scorned her father, then went back into the house to finish unpacking. "Truth be told, she has her mother's temper. But not in the fun and interesting way. More like the 'How am I going to make it through today' kinda way."

Hank did a quick look around the community. "So, you just as new here as us or have you been here a while? And if so know anywhere good for walks? Seems to be the only thing that me and Ky..." He stretched out the syllables to say the name his daughter was trying to make him use. "...Kylie still have in common."

“Present Day Vampires/Vampyres of Sanctuary” (Mature Rating)

@Aisling

Hank heard the voice of the person, naturally his first instinct was to draw a weapon of some kind and remove the head. Three problems with that, One, he was in a community that was supposed to be full of people like him, so bad start, Two he didn't have anything on him capable of doing that at the moment, Three, his daughter would get pissed as hell seeing the dead body... Again. So instead of reaching for the nearest possible weapon he calmly turned to face the new person who introduced themselves as Morticia Lugosse. "Good morning Madam." Hank set down the pile of things that was over his shoulder and attempted to figure out what to do about her hand, was this a kissing or a shaking country? He decided go the safe route and just kiss her hand. "Are you the one who sent out the letters? To come here I mean?" Hank was trying really hard to hide his country accent and seem as formal as possible. Though that was hard considering he was wearing torn jeans, a t-shirt that was well worn, and combat boots.

Planet Reanimation, prison transport Transport 497-B.

Sorry for the lack of updates! like a moron I may have forgotten to subscribe to my own thread. I am on top of things now, and now that I know people are interested I will be working on some final details.

Also mentioning final details anyone have any ideas before I post the final draft?

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Fergus O'Brian

Officer Fredrick was trying to speak, but he had lost the ability to speak. He wanted to say that the others were dead, he wanted to say that he had no choice. But he couldn't. He just dropped the radio and leaned back in the driver seat, then shut his eyes. He woke up to a crash on his roof. "NO! NO! NOT ME NOT ME!" He reached in between the two seats where the shotgun sit loaded and ready for use. He braced the gun and started firing the slugs into the roof over and over until he had not only used up all the shells but the gun was clicking repetitively. No way anything could survive that, right?

Fredrick reloaded the shotgun and climbed out of the car, then he saw what had landed on the roof, he saw officer Douglass, his partner. The same one he saw get dragged into the warehouse. "Oh god!" Fredrick cried out. "I told you to leave mate, now I'm going to look like a dick for killing you." The voice came from behind Fredrick, he turned out of pure fear and fire the gun, blood splatting everywhere. Then he saw what he had shot, the fourth officer, he didn't know his name, what he did know is that he was strung up, he had no idea if the officer was alive or dead when Fredrick shot him, what he did know is that he missed his target. "[color=0054a6][/color]COME AT ME MOTHER FUCKER!" He fired the gun into the air. "COME AT ME!" He was running on adrenaline, he was thinking he could kill the monster now. "If you insist." the voice spoke in his ear. Fredrick turned to fire, though he was too slow, before he knew it he was chocking on his own blood, his through was gushing blood, he shotgun still in his one hand. He had enough sense to try and kill the thing still, though the shock was too much for his body, he soon went limp. His body supporting himself up well he sit on his knees, the shotgun sitting on the ground, still in his hand.

Fergus went back inside, licking the blood off his knife. Now he waited for SOLDIER to come for its turn. He left the three bodies outside, to give an idea for what the agents were likely to experience once they entered into the warehouse. Once inside, Fergus put some finishing touches onto what he would use to not only split up the agents, but pick them off one at a time.

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Hank Miller

Hank pulled the RV into town, what he was planning on doing was restocking his supplies and getting parts for some of his projects. That... is not what has happened. Someone had jumped out in front of the RV, Hank's first reaction was to stop, then he remembered last time that had happened something had jumped through his windshield and tried to kill him, though this one seemed human. Then he saw the look of confusion on the person's face, then soon he was starting to get an idea of who it was. Someone he had worked with one time well in the Marines. Problem was he not only couldn't place a name, but Hank was having trouble figuring out how this person had found him. Hank put the RV in park and stood up heading tot he side door of the RV. He kept his .44 magnum in it's holster and stepped out.

At first it would have seemed like Hank was coming out to say Hi to an old friend, that... that was not the case though. As soon as Hank was in arms reach he laid his fist right into the man's face, then Hank brought him to the ground with his revolver pressed to his chest. "How the hell did you find me?"

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Hunter Monroe

When their hands touched they both reacted, they both backed away a bit. Hunter's guessing Sarah did because of the guy she use to live with, but Hunter did it out of fear. He was scared shit less of people. He felt more comfortable around Sarah, but he was still scared of her in a way. All he could think when he came close to people now was the refugee camp, and all the violence that took place. The violence done by the crowds, the violence done by the guard, the violence done by him. It all scared him.

Sarah stood up and apologized to him, then went back to her seat at the bar. Hunter didn't know what to do or say. So he tried to think of something good to say that would... change the mood a little at least. "Um... Sarah? There's... there's no need to be sorry. If anything I should be apologizing, I came into your area, and drew unwanted attention." Hunter stood up and sighed. "Look, I realize I ain't the best of people, and I realize that it's more or less by pure luck that I made it this far. But you showed me something today, you showed me that despite EVERYTHING that has gone on, people still have good in them." He smiled. "Thank you."

Hunter went over to sit at the bar with Sarah. "What's kinda funny, I wouldn't even be here right now if it wasn't for the fact that my damn radio finally kick started. It was only static for a while, but I heard rumors of a safe area not too far from here. That's why I was in the neighborhood." Hunter hesitated for a moment. "Though... I haven't heard anything in a while, that spark of life the damn thing showed went just as fast as it came. I still can't seem to figure out why it's not working, but I did catch where the area was if you are interested in going?" Hunter liked Sarah, she was arguably more likable then most people he knew before things went bad. He did want to help her in any way he could, he had seen the outside world, and he knew as soon as the wrong people found out about her place, they would come and take everything from her.

Hunter set up a basic map using random objects sitting around on the bar. "Place called Wilmington, shouldn't be too far. If you wanted to come, the company would be nice. I get it if you don't though. And if you do want to stay I wont stop you. I'd even let the place know you were here. Hell, I'd come once I knew the place was real. You don't... you don't have to answer now." Hunter stood up. "With your permission would you mind if I spent the night? It's much safer in here then it is anywhere else in walking distance I know of." He was trying to think of something to say, something memorable. But he didn't have anything, he just... stood their... unknowing what to do.