Shoe Thief

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If we're still Talking about Kathryn and Hank, I want some people to consider that Hank doesn't have the heart to kill his daughter. Literally, his heart is not doing so well.

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@Savi

Posted finally! Sorry that I fell off the planet this weekend. I also might have gotten drunk with my good friends and turned into a pathetic lump of human. :X

@Silent Observer

Sounds like a good time to me, the most I do to getting out is.... shit that's nothing... I am always online or in school. Where I am trying to be online for as much as possible... shit. I need to fix social life yet again.

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@BurningCold@Kurai Assassin

The post was of Deon leaving the scene, and by the end of the post he was outside the club viewing the van before deciding to leave. I left it vague enough so that if someone tried to interact with him they could as he was leaving.

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This looks interesting.

@Maria 127

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Deon Erickson

Deon was soon met by Mr. Jones. He greeted him very formally. And the fact that Jones knew who he was confirmed he knew things that many mortals didn't. Generally the only people that knew him were apart the vampire community, people he has turned, people he has threatened to kill, and people he has killed. Though the dead ones don't talk. Though he soon mentioned about him bringing the feds on him. he responded with a laugh. "My, you can't believe I am the one who brought them here? I've been out of commission for about ten years now." He patted the well dressed mortal on the shoulder. "If the fed is here, they are here for you or someone with connections to you. And until just now, I was not on that list." He let go as the secrete tunnel was revealed. Mr. Jones wanted him out fast, and with reason. Deon was well known for causing troubles that many didn't want to be apart of. That and killing some government agents in someone's business is a poor first impression.

Jones's assistant went down into a trap door that smelled rot, decay, and poor foundation work. Deon followed the assistant for a bit, but before submerging himself into the tunnel he stopped and faced Mr. Jones. "I may be what caused the Feds to decide to enter the place. But I wasn't the one that brought them here. So be ready for anything. I still need to chat before mortality catches up with you." Deon Erickson continued down the tunnel, though instead of following the assistant once they were further down he split off. He never liked being close to people. Mortals especially.

Once outside Erickson could still smell the foul stench of the city. The only reasons Deon tolerates the city are easy pickings, easy connections, and easy moral crushers. But when he came upon the surface Deon spotted something that he wasn't expecting. Soldier. It was easy to tell it was them. A watch van was parked outside the club, it could have been FBI, but with the amount of bodies inside of it there had to be a raiding party inside of it. Groups like the local police or FBI generally use marked vans.

Deon had a few thoughts for how the next few moments could play out. His favorite was him walking up to the van like an old western cowboy, dropping his trench coat revealing his sawed off M14s, and lighting up the van forcing who ever survived the initial blasts to come out into the open. The survivors he would pick off using his blade primarily, if need be his magnum for well he was too occupied, and for the hell of it leaving one alive to send a message. But he didn't do any of that. Instead, he left the sights of the van before he could be spotted and waiting for when the time was right. Because tonight was not the end of humanity. As far as the mortals were concerned, they still had plenty of time before they were set as cattle.

Kathryn Miller

Kathryn, still weak but functional worked her way to the edge of the country in hopes to leave the island. With all the activity she didn't want to draw unwanted attention and be stuck in England. Mainland Europe could work if she could get there fast enough. It was almost dawn when she reached the docks, the captain of a large fishing vessel had agreed to take her to the mainland in exchange for funds Kathryn obtained from some of the corpses from the nightclub fight.

Though arriving at the docks she found her ship. What she didn't expect to find was an old man wearing an old and worn combat jacket. He was wearing a gas mask while standing on the ship's dock. In his hand was a .357 revolver, similar to the one she had learned to shoot when she was a kid. In the man's other hand was a blade that screamed death as he let it swing back and forward with the calm breeze. She was scared of this man, not because of his current appearance, but because she knew him. She could never forget the man. "Daddy?" She asked, hoping she was wrong. The man didn't respond. But she could hear his heart beat change pace as she spoke. She could hear his breathing intensify as he tightened the grip of his weapons.

Kathryn attempted to speak again. "Daddy don't-" She was cut off by the man's screams. "Don't you dare call me your father after what you did! Don't you fucking dare!" Kathryn was quiet, unsure what to do or say about him now. "You lost that right thirteen years ago. Thirteen years to the date as of three weeks ago." his voice was partially muffled by the gas mask, though he spoke boldly enough that that she would be able to hear him fine even if she was a human. "Daddy, plea-" She was cut off by his screams, and him raising the revolver to her. "What did I just say?! You don't get to call me that anymore! You killed them and now..." He pulled back the hammer, the sights of the revolver locked onto Kathryn. "I am going to kill you." He pulled the trigger, sending the anti-material bullet towards her head.

If Kathryn had been at full strength she could have dodged the bullet the second he pulled the trigger. Hanks reflexes were slower then the last time the two had met face to face. But she wasn't. When the bullet fired she ducked the bullet missing her by a sliver. She scrambled to her feet as Hank fired another bullet, giving chase to his former daughter.

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Pools

“Let’s jump in together, okay?” she says, leading him over to the pool's edge and giving his larger hand a quick squeeze. “On the count of three. One...two…,”

The redhead doesn’t wait for the three, instead springing forward and pulling Hunter in after her, letting out a shriek of laughter just before they hit the water.

Hunter wasn't ready for Clover to pull him in like that. And well she jumped, Hunter kinda fell. But he was having a great time falling. Arguable the best moment of his life just went by, and he was hoping it would never end. Though upon impact Hunter landed face first in the water not only swallowing some water, but in turn belly flopping both his face and his torso. By the time both he and Clover came to the surface they were both laughing with excitement. Hunter spit up some water first but other then that he felt amazing!

Hunter turned his attention to the girl that had made this trip worth everything he had gone through. Nothing in his life seemed to matter with Clover here. The fact that he was broke, the fact he owed over $500 in tickets, losing his job, shifting from home to home, even meeting Delilah in his trip. Nothing mattered to him. Though for a moment he thought about the fact not many girls date guys like him. But he was more then willing to actually put better effort to fix things. But at this moment, he couldn't keep his eyes off Clover. Her red hair darkened by the water that now was soaked into it, then glossed by the moonlight. Her light blue eyes giving him a look of hope. "I... I never want this moment to end. I never want to leave this boat as long as you're on it. I never want to leave this pool as long as you're in it." He did what he could to prevent from breaking down in emotions. "I know it's a bit weird and all just meeting. But... I never want to leave your side."

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Alrighty! Been inactive the last few days, gonna try to get a post up soon. Need to get things done first. But after that I will get posts up for... all the Role-plays I had not been posting for the last few days... Shit. Also just read the post-babymaking scene, good writing.

Girl update: I have no idea what is going on at this point. Kinda just going with things and hoping they are being done right.

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@Kurai Assassin

Sure go ahead! Could be a lot of fun!

Also sorry for inactivity recently, gonna try to get a post up either tonight or tomorrow depending on.... Well it's late now so I don't know.

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Deon Erickson

New York City. It's said that if you can make it here you can make it anywhere. The way Deon sees it, if the people who made it here don't make it, then no one else really stands a chance no do they? But that was not Deon's reason for entering the large city tonight. Tonight, he was preparing some connections that could help him start tipping dominoes.

The 6'6" former warlord entered a club know simply as Night Angel. Wearing his trench coat and combat boots, he has a look like he'd be ready for anything. Tonight though, he only needed to be ready for one thing. Mister Jones. Deon would rarely give any credit to humans, but he had to admit, the Empire that this one had built was impressive. Specially for such a young age. But the connections he held would same Erickson a lot of effort. So he could keep working on other matters.

Something Erickson noticed relatively fast was the smell. He could smell the verity of humans, vampires, wolves. It seemed like everyone was here. This helped Deon believe that this mortal could be of assistance. Though he would have preferred to meet in any place other then a night club. He hated staying in populated areas. And he didn't like clubs in general. He would pick a local bar any day if he ever decided to go out. Which he rarely did other then for work.

Arriving outside Mister Jones's office. Maybe it was a suite behind that door. Either way, this is where he was going to meet him. Deon walked up to one of the security guards outside the doors. "I'd prefer not to start things, but I am on a time table here. If you could tell your boss that Deon Erickson is outside waiting for him, that would be great." The guard simply shrugged him off and asked him to leave the area. "Okay you!" He pointed to another guard as he placed his hand on the first one. The moment his hand made contact the first guard fell over in a panic. He lay there on the floor traumatized by the images planted into his head. "If you could tell your boss Deon Erickson is waiting outside for him, that would be great." He said in his calm tone again. The security guard nodded and went to fetch his boss.

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So I was about to post for Deon, and I was wondering what the inside of the club is like. And is it one of Bedivere's? Basically what should I know about it before I decide to make a post that involves it so I don't make myself look like a total fool for trying to guess things.