Shoe Thief

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

Sorry for the lack of posting, busy week. Though it's over now so expect more regular post! And hopefully less of me going back to edit my grammar!

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

@ZB1996

Hank had finished unpacking, his daughter was out doing something that he had no interest in, though he was going to have to talk to her about respect once she got back, and chances are for the rest of there immortal lives. He looked at how he had arranged the place, heavy furniture was placed around awkwardly, light furniture seemed in the way. This, was part of Hank's paranoia. He figured even in a "safe haven" for vampires it's better safe then sorry.

Hank was about to head upstairs to lock up some of the gear he had brought, then he heard a knocking on the door. He had a few options of how to respond to this situation. Most that came into his mind involved removing heads or legs. He had to remind himself that he wasn't in an isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere, chances are this was a new neighbor who wanted to meet him. "Hold on, I'm coming!" Hank went down the stairs and opened a box he was intending on bringing upstairs, inside was a large collection of tools and blades. He grabbed a machete and its sheath hooking it to his belt.

Hank went up to the door and opened it. "Hello?" Hank stood with the door open, but made sure to keep his blade out of eye sight.

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?