Shoe Thief

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

"The day you got bitten huh? Truth be told my first day sucked more then anything." Hank took a sip from the beer. "Though, if it didn't happen then I guess I wouldn't have Met Janet, then in turn never have gotten to spend my time with Kylie." Hank set down the beer and started going through the boxes. "Though, I did also get to fulfill my dream to see the world. Not normally on the best of terms but it was always nice still. Well, not always. But it had nice moment."

Hank took some plates out of the box and started to place them into the cabinets. "Sorry to be working well you're here, just want to get unpacked as soon as possible. Don't want to spend five years looking at half filled boxes, only taking out things when I really need them."

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

I have not lost interest! I have just been busy.... really busy....

Got a job though! Going to try to post tonight or tomorrow. Depends on a lot at this point.

Rebirth [Closed]

Awesomeness!
I will wait then -.-

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Hunter Monroe

The Apartment

Hunter looked up from cleaning his shotgun to see Sarah. He wasn't really sure how to respond, he never really knew how to work with people. Though even behind those sunglasses he could she wasn't mad anymore, well. Not as much at least. Though mad wasn't the word was it, it was closer to sad then anything else, sad with a touch of "Get the fuck away from me".

Hunter reassembled his shotgun and put it back into his back with the handle sticking out. "I am sorry about your friend. I can tell he was close to you. It's never easy losing someone close to you, especially as close as you two seemed." Hunter was pretty sure he saw a ring at one point. He thought it would seem strange if he started looking now so he assumed it was a bad time to start. But he knew they were definitely close, his best guess is pretty close to marriage as well. "I'm not saying what you went through is what everyone went through, but you are not alone in this. I don't know about the others, but if you ever need anything let me know okay? I promise I can do more then waste a ton of ammunition into drywall." Hunter did a small laugh, he wasn't really sure what to do other then that. He just wanted her to feel better about the situation.

Hunter looked at his bag with the shotgun handle sticking out of it. "In basic, they teach us to clean our weapons daily to prevent them from jamming, especially if we are in a combat zone. Guess I fucked that one up pretty bad." He sat with his thoughts for a moment. "We do need to get to that safe zone though, every day we are out here is another day we are likely to get killed. Ammo is becoming harder to get, even harder to reload casings as well to be honest, and there are a lot of people that will kill for what ever you might have. I mean, my rifle alone was the reason that me and my partner were attacked well trying to get through the city." He looked at his rifle for a moment. "Plus, things break, once those things break, it gets a lot harder to survive. That rifle I have, it's actually two rifles that I took the best parts from each over the course of a few weeks to keep functioning. Several parts in it are already busted, which sucks to be honest." He laughed at the thought of some things he heard in basic. "I remember Jim telling me, that these rifles were some of the best assault rifles in the world, with one big down side. They are very high maintenance. But as long as you have a way to keep replacing the parts and keep cleaning the ones that work, you'll be fine. Then all this shit happens." Hunter was basically just trying to keep his mind off his deep thoughts, many thoughts either scared him or he was worried they may scare Sarah. He didn't want to risk it either way. "He must have been a pretty awesome guy to have been with someone like you. I wish I had gotten the chance to meet him before all this happened."

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

So is it safe for me to post again? I waited a decent amount of time and no one has really posted in a while. So chances are I will post again tonight.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

@Desire
Defense is really awesome on the team to be honest, actually the team should be play off materials. Just... They never seem to pull it off... it sucks..

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

POST PEOPLE POST!

Blood Compact: Apocalypse

Fergus O'Brian

Well damn: is what went through Fergus's mind as the agent pulled the pins to his grenades. Truth be told Fergus did not think about high grade explosives. What he did know is he could get out a lot faster then the agents, he could even slow them down along the way. They had even split up again! This... This was getting a mix of fun, and difficult for him. Truth be told he didn't like attention, though he loved making humans scared shit less.

Four agents had split off from what seemed like the leader of the unit. He had killed enough to make his point already, though no reason to not do a little damage along the way. Fergus tackled one agent from out of the darkness, with speed that soon brought him and the other agent back into the darkness. All the last three agents could hear was the scream of their fallen brother in arms. Fergus did the same thing to them again, though this time they were more ready. As he brought the last one to the ground the other two opened fire on him, the machine guns tearing into everything on his side of the darkness, including what he was hoping would be his hostage. He soon took cover with out his new dead hostage, and with a few bullet holes as well. "Fuck, shit, damn!" He screamed as he made sure the wound were manageable. His next attempt at gaining a hostage worked fine, the last agent didn't have the fire power to stop him, and his hostage was still alive.

As the agents all left and the explosions went off, Fergus sat on the roof top of the building across the street. He had killed many of the agents, many in a kind of boring fashion but some were kinda fun. He sat on the ledge with his hostage hanging from one hand and the Agent's side arm in his other hand. "Oh god no!" The agent screamed as he gained consciousness to see his situation, he was at least four stories in the air only being held on by Fergus's grip. "Agents of Soldier! Which by the way is the stupidest name for an agency, I mean I keep thinking Soldiers of Soldiers. Like.... What the fuck?" Fergus stopped to think about this, then put himself back on track. "Not the point, the point is someone else in your squad is dying tonight. Either this poor bastard is dead or one of you volunteers to take this poor bastard's place. So who's it gonna be?" Fergus sat and smiled as he looked down upon the agents.

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

Hank did a small awkward laugh. "I meant before you came to the sanctuary, Like before, I worked a private construction company, before that..." Hank took a sip from his beer. "I was a soldier, I have been in more modern battles then all of the humans, and many vampires." Hank looked back to the room that was still filled with boxes. "Collected a lot of interesting things over the Years though. Including an old German watch. It's broken now, but it was cool when I found it." And by found Hank meant the poor bastard he had killed for it.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Hunter Monroe

The Apartment

@Symphoni@Desire@McHaggis@CandiBarr@Wade Wilson(And everyone else, because I have lost track)

Hunter was not a people person, one by one more people had come into the area. Truth be told he was never a people person. Before the out break he would be the person who stayed home instead of going to parties, now, he was just scared of them. He had seen what they were able to do, he had seen what he was able to do. He knew that others were just as likely to cross that line, and maybe it wont be as hard as it was for him.

Hunter stood up and grabbed his things, he wasn't planning on leaving the apartment, at least not far, but he didn't like being around so many people in such a small space. He could hear Sarah still pissed off inside, he didn't blame her though. Hunter eventually found a spot to sit outside to just relax and clear his head. The flashbacks haven't been this bad before, it seemed like he was actually their that time. He was scared again, he hated being scared. Scared didn't get him anywhere other then dead. He had to get over the fear before the fear took him. He was going to go back into that building and he was going to confront those people in their, he was going to get over his fear. Or he could stay outside and figure out why his sawed-off jammed. The sawed-off sounded more fun to Hunter.

Hunter eventually took the double barrel apart attempting to clean out the internal components with his basic cleaning kit. It wasn't meant for shotguns but it would work for the grim that had built up in the trigger system, which had caused the delayed shot earlier. He didn't need his shotgun jamming like it did. Mainly because he relied on it for something that could still shoot once he ran out of ammo. He knew how to reload shotgun shells, twelve gauge was common, and he could use every length of the shell in the double barrel as well. And over all, wasn't the worst of weapons. Short on effective range, but it will stop anything in front of him dead in its track. Though range had already been a problem.

He knew sooner or later something was going to have to give, he just hoped what ever gave was in his control. He decided he was going to get to this safe zone, he was going to get Sarah their too, the new people as well. Though he trusted Sarah, she had the chance to kill him, a few times, and he was still breathing. He wasn't sure on Cole, He knew who Cole was though, and he knew he was strong. Hunter figured if things got bad that would be useful, though he would never forgive him for the last game he played against the Bills.