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Eton pulled into the parking lot area, slowly and rather tentative. A looming figure seemed to come out of nowhere, opening the door and yanking Eton out by his leather jacket.
"Who the hell are you?" It was actually a rather small little girl, who seemed no older than six.
"Uh, Eton? I'm a hunter..?" He said, unsure of the statement. The girl let go immediately, but let off no signs of warmth.
"Good. I'm Lae, an Angel. Please, may I ask all of your friends to step outside of the vehicle so I may shield it?" Her voice was kinder now, and she tucked her hands neatly behind her body.
"Who the hell are you?" It was actually a rather small little girl, who seemed no older than six.
"Uh, Eton? I'm a hunter..?" He said, unsure of the statement. The girl let go immediately, but let off no signs of warmth.
"Good. I'm Lae, an Angel. Please, may I ask all of your friends to step outside of the vehicle so I may shield it?" Her voice was kinder now, and she tucked her hands neatly behind her body.

Eton glanced behind him, snapping his fingers at Dimitri to indicate that he needed to move.
"Damn. I've never met an Angel before. Why are you so tiny?" He asked, patting the top of her head.
Lae acted fast, grabbing his hand with chubby fingers and twisting if backwards, allowing Eton's knees to buckle in pain and send him to the ground.
"I prefer small vessels because the element of surprise is very enticing. Don't you think?" She let go of his hand, brown eyes glaring into the knight. She truly was a child; blonde hair was pulled neatly into pigtails, and she was dressed in a pink skirt and white tank top with an embroidered heart on the front. Though she did have a large gash on her arm, which looked extremely out of place.
Eton scrambled to his feet, brushing off his pants, only slightly embarrassed. "Well, you've got some fine ass moves, I'll give you that."
"Damn. I've never met an Angel before. Why are you so tiny?" He asked, patting the top of her head.
Lae acted fast, grabbing his hand with chubby fingers and twisting if backwards, allowing Eton's knees to buckle in pain and send him to the ground.
"I prefer small vessels because the element of surprise is very enticing. Don't you think?" She let go of his hand, brown eyes glaring into the knight. She truly was a child; blonde hair was pulled neatly into pigtails, and she was dressed in a pink skirt and white tank top with an embroidered heart on the front. Though she did have a large gash on her arm, which looked extremely out of place.
Eton scrambled to his feet, brushing off his pants, only slightly embarrassed. "Well, you've got some fine ass moves, I'll give you that."

With his hands in his pockets, he just stayed quiet. Nothing really came to mind for him to say. Just empty thoughts really. Plus, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, more than just words would come out. He still felt nauseous and had to lean against the car to keep from tumbling over. So instead, he focused on the building. It was old and seemed abandoned though he knew it wasn't. It seemed like it was big enough to house more than a hundred hunters and he was sure it wouldn't disappoint. Maybe this could actually be a good place for him. Maybe he could start over. He shook his head; that would never happen.


((Imma just move Dimitri out of the car real quick.))
Once Dimitri was out of the care, Lae simply waved her hand over the car, and it vanished instantly. "If you want your car visible, just pray to me and I'll reveal it for you." She stated dully, before doing the same to Ingrid's car.
Eton smiled to himself, walking towards the main entrance. This was either going to be really good or really awful.
Once Dimitri was out of the care, Lae simply waved her hand over the car, and it vanished instantly. "If you want your car visible, just pray to me and I'll reveal it for you." She stated dully, before doing the same to Ingrid's car.
Eton smiled to himself, walking towards the main entrance. This was either going to be really good or really awful.
Shuhan the great (Tim! Best Friend!) wrote: "{Yo, mind if I post in this topic? As in, bring my character here?}"
((Not at all!))
((Not at all!))
{Thanks, Tea! Super!}
Vienna drove carefully to the warehouse after only having her liscense for a quarter of a year. She recently...recently meaning four months ago...found out about this hunters organisation where there are more hunters to meet. She joined deciding team work can be better than solo work. Therefore, she was quite a newbie.
Vienna shifted to R gear and backed into an empty space beside the warehouse and switched off the car. She loved her old Mini Sport from the year 1998...it was cool and breezy like her. She didn't care about how old it was but the engine worked fine and she was happy. She was parched and reached for her open, almost empty can of coke and sipped the rest down before opening the car door and lazily clambering out. She was quite tired after a sleepless night...the nightmares again.
Vienna yawned and stretched before shutting the door and turning the car off. She strode, not in her usual energetic way, to the front door of the battered warehouse and because she was so sleepy, forgot the code to open the door. She fumbled with the buttons not getting the code and grunted. How stupid she was.
Vienna drove carefully to the warehouse after only having her liscense for a quarter of a year. She recently...recently meaning four months ago...found out about this hunters organisation where there are more hunters to meet. She joined deciding team work can be better than solo work. Therefore, she was quite a newbie.
Vienna shifted to R gear and backed into an empty space beside the warehouse and switched off the car. She loved her old Mini Sport from the year 1998...it was cool and breezy like her. She didn't care about how old it was but the engine worked fine and she was happy. She was parched and reached for her open, almost empty can of coke and sipped the rest down before opening the car door and lazily clambering out. She was quite tired after a sleepless night...the nightmares again.
Vienna yawned and stretched before shutting the door and turning the car off. She strode, not in her usual energetic way, to the front door of the battered warehouse and because she was so sleepy, forgot the code to open the door. She fumbled with the buttons not getting the code and grunted. How stupid she was.
{Sorry, mistake. No code for door. Scrap that bit.}
Vienna felt so sleepy she couldn't remember if to knock or simply enter. She grunted and decided to simply enter. She lazily opened the door and slumped inside with her empty coke can finding a bin to throw it away in. She tossed the can into the bin and leaned against a wall sliding her back down it her eyelids slightly drooping.
Vienna felt so sleepy she couldn't remember if to knock or simply enter. She grunted and decided to simply enter. She lazily opened the door and slumped inside with her empty coke can finding a bin to throw it away in. She tossed the can into the bin and leaned against a wall sliding her back down it her eyelids slightly drooping.
{Woops...there is a code....}
Vienna smiled and rolled her eyes. "Thanks! Sorry...I'm just so drowsy today. Last night was sleepless I tell you, sleepless, dude!" she laughed walking in. She glanced around letting her eyes adjust to the new light and turned back to Eton "So...what's your name?"
Vienna smiled and rolled her eyes. "Thanks! Sorry...I'm just so drowsy today. Last night was sleepless I tell you, sleepless, dude!" she laughed walking in. She glanced around letting her eyes adjust to the new light and turned back to Eton "So...what's your name?"
((Totally! Any hunter can enter right here; I don't mind.))
Ezra stood behind the pair, chest heaving with the effort of breathing from her latest run in before she'd even arrived. The other bits of evidence would have to be the splatter of blood on her cheek, and the busted lip. Watching the two for a moment, she furrowed her brows. "Y'all gonna move, or do I have to move you," she asked, accent thick.
((Okay, I'm just going along with whatever people say at the moment; I'm too lazy to reference my own description of the place. So Eton and Vienna are for sure hanging out right now and interacting, although I did accidentally delete my post.))
"Eton." He stated simply, shielding his eyes slightly from the lighting. He inched his way to the wall, trying to avoid all the other hunters who seemed to all be in combat mode on the first floor.
"Sorry, M'lady." He said to Ezra, stepping aside. He'd learned to simply ignore all the blood in the world.
"Eton." He stated simply, shielding his eyes slightly from the lighting. He inched his way to the wall, trying to avoid all the other hunters who seemed to all be in combat mode on the first floor.
"Sorry, M'lady." He said to Ezra, stepping aside. He'd learned to simply ignore all the blood in the world.

((So sorry for confusing you!))
Vienna would have gave her introduction in a brighter tone but she was just so drowsy today. "I'm Vienna...but really, I'm not a place so just call me Vee!" she introduced herself in a reasonably bright tone but not as bright as her usual tone. "You whop Supernatural asses righ'?" she asked grinning, loving her...way of speech. She was fun and loveable and she loved to show it.
Vienna would have gave her introduction in a brighter tone but she was just so drowsy today. "I'm Vienna...but really, I'm not a place so just call me Vee!" she introduced herself in a reasonably bright tone but not as bright as her usual tone. "You whop Supernatural asses righ'?" she asked grinning, loving her...way of speech. She was fun and loveable and she loved to show it.
He nodded towards Tara, looking behind him to find Axel. The two would be sleeping together. And sadly, not in the sexy way. More in the awkward silence way.
He heard numerous gunshots going off in the arena, and he nodded in approval. Smart to put training on ground floor. If any intruders come in they're bombarded by already warmed-up hunters.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I 'whop supernatural ass'." he said, smiling to himself.
He heard numerous gunshots going off in the arena, and he nodded in approval. Smart to put training on ground floor. If any intruders come in they're bombarded by already warmed-up hunters.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I 'whop supernatural ass'." he said, smiling to himself.

Vienna couldn't help giggling at his response and nudged him playfully in the ribs. "You're some daydreamer!" she laughed and fixed her red and spotty fabric hairband holding back her unbrushed but somehow, not knotty dark brown hair. She glanced over at Tara and gave her a playful salute before turning back to Eton. "So what did the darn Supernaturals do to your family, oh Eton the Dreamer?" she asked jokong the nickname.

"Uh, nothing, actually. My ex introduced me to hunting. I've been ganking those nasty asses since." He shrugged, pushing his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose. He made his way towards the concrete stairs, dodging a paintball bullet quickly.
Vienna, desperate to make friends with him followed ducking under various training things...(I don't know what to call them...equipment?) and asked raising her eyebrows "Oh? Then what made you hate Supernaturals?" She was trying her best to make a cheery conversation despite her drowsiness. She ducked immediatly as someone threw something...something fast she didn't clearly see at her direction and gasped "Woah!" then kept following pretending what happened was nothing. She assured herself that thing wasn't going to kill her and regained calm.
He shrugged. "I don't hate them. I just think them annoying. Like insects. You just have an urge to kill them, 'cuz they're gross and nasty, and no one likes them." He stated simply, starting to climb the stairs. The backpack was weighing on him; it contained his folded up tent and jammies, yet it seemed to weigh a ton.
Vienna raised an eyebrow, thinking about what he said for a moment then sighed "I suppose...gross the way vampires suck blood...That's sick!" She rubbed her eyes and climbed up the stairs behind him. "So...how long have you been here, dude?" she asked looking up and blinking twice to help keep her eyes open.
{Hey, I have to go now...I'm sleepier than my character! So...I'll be back in...7-8hrs? If not, 15 or so hours. G'night! *Yawn*}
{Hey, I have to go now...I'm sleepier than my character! So...I'll be back in...7-8hrs? If not, 15 or so hours. G'night! *Yawn*}
((Alrighty! Night!))
"I'm assuming you're talking about in this building. Got here today, just like yourself." He answered swiftly, feeling more restless than actually tired. He didn't know how people could actually sleep at night; it was by far the best time of day. He'd learned to sleep in his car during the day and travel at night. Easier.
"I'm assuming you're talking about in this building. Got here today, just like yourself." He answered swiftly, feeling more restless than actually tired. He didn't know how people could actually sleep at night; it was by far the best time of day. He'd learned to sleep in his car during the day and travel at night. Easier.
{Last post:(Can't resist to do it XD)}
Vienna raised her palm up for a high five. She raised her eyebrows and said "Dude, both new, high five!"
{Sorry it's short...I'm really tired now. bye!}
Vienna raised her palm up for a high five. She raised her eyebrows and said "Dude, both new, high five!"
{Sorry it's short...I'm really tired now. bye!}
Eton was finding it hard to handle her bubbly personality, but, grudgingly, held up a leather-gloved hand and slapped it halfheartedly against her own.
Ezra watched the small exchanges with raised brows, lips pursed. Deciding to tie up the usual braid that she did in the mean time of their chatter, she set the bag she had with her down. "How long you all been here," she asked, just to join.
"Just got here." Eton said, standing up straighter. He found himself slightly intimidated my the woman. "Yourself?" He added in turn, eyes scanning her body, lingering on her split lip.

Eton glanced at Tara. "Not a smart idea. I tried earlier and got caught by some freaks. They got away, but it was risky...." He said, almost embarrassed to tell the story.
"Same here," Ezra replied, letting her hands drop to the side, the results of her braiding skills dropping down to her back. She could feel his gaze on her lip, and her brows rose just slightly higher. "Just ask."
Eton gave a sharp intake of breath at her words, before nodding, pointing at her lip with two fingers. "How did you get that?" He asked pointedly, a bit of sarcasm dripping from his words, but not painfully so.
"Mabanti," Ezra replied, before she frowned slightly and cocked her head to the side. No, that was the wrong word. "Man-Eater." Nodding, as she was sure that was the right word, Ezra picked her bag up again. "A big one at that."
"Yikes. Like a wendigo? Or a different thing?" He asked, slightly curious as he followed her towards the stairs. "I've only faced a wendigo like three times, though they're more common than that, creepily." He noted, watching his feet as he walked.

Axel, who had never been all that comfortable with people, hung around behind the group. He had spotted Eton looking over his shoulder at him earlier, but Axel didn't make a move to join them. Instead he leaned against a wall, feeling as though this was a bad idea. Why had he come here? He was a hunter, yes, but he had problems with working in groups and this placed seemed to be all about that sort of thing. Already people, new people, were starting to band together, making alliances. Even Eton, whom he hadn't known for that long, seemed to be fitting in nicely. Why couldn't he do that? Axel shrugged off the question. He didn't want that. It was better to stay alone, and by hanging back and talking to no one, he could accomplish that.
His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a sharp pain in his chest. It felt like he'd been shot. Bringing up his hands to his chest, he felt a small splatter of liquid: paint. He'd only been hit by a paintball gun. In the next second, a hunter boy came up to him, "Hey, dude, so sorry about that." Instead of accepting the apology, Axel lifted his head and pointed his eyes in the direction of where the boy's voice had been, glaring daggers. The kid back away before finally returning to his friends. Axel slumped down slightly, tugging on his hair.
((Ehehehe. I do my best.))
"Yo, Axel! You gotta keep walking if you plan on having a place to sleep tonight!" Eton shouted out towards his friend, turning around and walking backwards for a moment so he could make sure he got up. "Self-loathing is not attractive!" He added, smirking.
"Yo, Axel! You gotta keep walking if you plan on having a place to sleep tonight!" Eton shouted out towards his friend, turning around and walking backwards for a moment so he could make sure he got up. "Self-loathing is not attractive!" He added, smirking.

"No," Ezra replied quickly, drawling out the word, "Much, much more different. They aren't like Wendingos. They look like women, and eat men." She snorted, shaking her head. "Damn things get on my nerves." Her gaze traversed the housing situation before her, taking in every faucet. "This is nicer than what I'm used to."
He nodded, smiling. "Wicked." Eton would have to research those eventually.
Once they reached the top floor, he dropped his backpack on an empty spot, putting both hands on his hips as he squinted around the area. There were dozens of hunters set up around the sleeping floor. At least twenty tents were pitched, nailed into the wood paneling. Lots of other sleeping bags were scattered around too.
"Well, we're all used to sleeping in cars and breaking an arm every day. Once we get all organized like this I get all fuzzy inside." He smiled, liking the scenery. "Though hunters aren't very cuddly." He remarked, spotting a few redneck looking folks cooking bacon on a George Foreman grill. One was holding a knife and twirling it in his hands, and another seemed to be laughing, but it came out like a horrible guffaw, similar to that of a donkey.
Once they reached the top floor, he dropped his backpack on an empty spot, putting both hands on his hips as he squinted around the area. There were dozens of hunters set up around the sleeping floor. At least twenty tents were pitched, nailed into the wood paneling. Lots of other sleeping bags were scattered around too.
"Well, we're all used to sleeping in cars and breaking an arm every day. Once we get all organized like this I get all fuzzy inside." He smiled, liking the scenery. "Though hunters aren't very cuddly." He remarked, spotting a few redneck looking folks cooking bacon on a George Foreman grill. One was holding a knife and twirling it in his hands, and another seemed to be laughing, but it came out like a horrible guffaw, similar to that of a donkey.

"I don't own a car," Ezra stated, "You try running or walking to where you need to go for a few months, and get back to me on that statement." She threw her stuff to the side, more so in a corner of the room, before turning in a slow circle with her eyes closed and her mouth moving with no words. When she stopped, she was facing the door. Taking three steps forward, she spread her arms out. "Perfect."
Eton turned towards Axel, leaning in towards his ear. "I like this chick." He whispered, smiling at Ezra. If he needed a human shield, she would do just fine.
He walked a few steps away from the hillbillies for good measure, before kicking his backpack into place. He got onto the ground and unzipped it, yanking out the tent. It was wrinkled and not put together pretty well, and he was certain he was missing a few parts. His pajamas went out with it. They were simply red cotton pants and a white t-shirt, but he, unlike most hunters, preferred to sleep with his clothes on rather than off. Much to the ladies disappointment.
He walked a few steps away from the hillbillies for good measure, before kicking his backpack into place. He got onto the ground and unzipped it, yanking out the tent. It was wrinkled and not put together pretty well, and he was certain he was missing a few parts. His pajamas went out with it. They were simply red cotton pants and a white t-shirt, but he, unlike most hunters, preferred to sleep with his clothes on rather than off. Much to the ladies disappointment.
It's an eerie place, and has since been condemned. If it rains even the slightest, a large pool of water surrounds the area.
The HQ is extremely large, spanning an entirety of three floors. The highest floor is the quarters, where the hunters often sleep. Forms of sleeping methods are scattered; some have set up tents indoors, some simply sleep in their sleeping bags, and others have set up cots or actual beds. The highest floor is a loft of sorts. One can easily look down onto the second floor depending on where their sleeping area is located. Hunters are responsible for their own food, and early in the morning the smell of bacon and pancakes fill the air. Lots of hunters have teamed up in ways, sharing food and sleeping areas. A small minority keep to themselves.
The second floor is simply the large research area. The techies inhabit this area mostly, crappy folding tables are set up with laptops and desktops, hardwired to protect the HQ. Various contraptions are set up outside the warehouse, these things include turrets, cameras, and a few trip-wire bombs. The other half is simply where hunters can share information on species. Collections of everyone's hand-made journals litter the floor, along with a few raggedy couches. Sigils and protection symbols litter the wood paneling, and a filing cabinet exists that contains some student profiles to help people target certain species if they'd like.
Lastly, there is the lower level. This consists of simply physical training. Unlike the upper levels, this floor was meant to be a parking garage of sorts. Cement ground is often damp and scattered with puddles. The whole ground floor is a fake warground. the only protection you get are the pillars. Paintball guns are lined up against a wall for practice. Dozens of fake dummies are scattered around, some more beat up than others. More sigils are scattered; some made quickly with spraypaint, others made by the more serious trainers, who used their own blood as they would in dire situations. A lot of tattered notes are on the ground, often containing the exorcism lines for those who need to remember them.
Outside of the warehouse there are LOADS of cars parked, though passerbyes cannot see them. With the few Angels they have with them 24/7, they have cast a sort of invisibility shield amongst the cars to direct away any unwanted attention.
Hunters are strong in numbers, and smart in wit, so beware, supernaturals. Enter this building and you will most certainly die a rather unforgiving death.