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Post by JERICHO RANSOM on Mar 12, 2016 0:33:06 GMT -6
 COME AWAY WITH INNOCENCE
time only seemed to drag on, like it was a never-ending day. to make matter worse: the male had absolutely nothing on his plate. the only thing really keeping himself awake was the fact that he had a deal to make in a few hours. it was his own fault, agreeing to meet someone at all hours of the night. normally, jericho would have settled for daylight hours, knowing that it was far more dangerous to be wandering the streets at night while holding onto a package. however, he didn't exactly have any say in the matter. he was supposed to sell the stock he was given, no questions asked. when someone called for a hit, he needed to keep up his end. that wasn't the bad part, though. no, jer could handle the drug deals. hell, he preferred them. it was the other half of business... to be honest, it was getting harder and harder for the male to follow through with it. like he had a choice in the matter... even though he wasn't really up for making a deal tonight, he desperately needed the money. he was already running low, not to mention the fact that he was almost out of his own stash. yeah, that made things a lot worse. thankfully, he was still riding out a meth high, which would keep him good for the rest of the night.
heaving a sigh, the male picked himself off of the bed, moving over to the window. he was staying in a shitty trailer, seeing as he didn't exactly have the funds for anything nice. with slow movements, he let his fingers trace along the edge of the curtain, pulling the fabric back slightly. gaze wandered out into the distance, taking in the dimly lit scene. after a few seconds, he retraced his steps back over to the bed, grabbing his sweater before pulling it on. he then picked up the things he needed, exiting his makeshift home before locking up behind him. jericho's vehicle matched the state of his living, being equally as shitty. again, one would need money to buy a nice car, money that he just didn't have at the moment. tugging on the rusted door handle, he slipped inside. the engine came to life with a flick of the key, immediately pulling out of his lot. the person said that they wanted to meet in a secluded area, which should have been a major red flag. of course, jer never left the house without some form of protection, having learned from past experiences. thanks to being hassled a few times, he kept a small handgun in the passenger's side compartment.
creeping up to the port, jericho killed the engine once parked on the lot. there were no other cars in sight, hell, there were no other people in sight. he had to give it to them, it was the perfect place to keep away from the public eye. then again, it was also the perfect place to take someone out. all they had to do was dispose of the boy. oh hey, that's right, there was a deep-ass body of water just in the distance. yeah, it someone decided to pull something, he was definitely screwed. jericho wasn't the type to become violent, unless he absolutely needed to. he didn't want to kill anyone, he wasn't even sure if he could. well, there was tahlia, which he considered a murder. in all honesty, it wasn't the kid's fault, but he saw it differently. that entire incident was what sparked his downward spiral. there was no telling him otherwise, not when he had it burned into his mind. in his eyes, there was no going back. there was no being forgiven... not after the things he was forced to do.
after waiting for about an hour, jer decided that he was being stood up. an annoying sigh slipped through parted lips, anger slowly pushing its way through. he attempted to start his vehicle once again, however, that didn't happen. well, that was just great. now he was stuck in the middle of nowhere. no jumper cables, no boost, and a baggie of cocaine. that was an awesome mixture. immediately, he jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind him. "piece of shit!" his voice carried out through the air as he kicked his front tire.
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Post by LAUREL WALSH on Mar 12, 2016 23:34:59 GMT -6
 iwillholdon* but plant your hope with good seeds don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds. rain down, rain down on me. look over your hills and be still the sky above us shoots to kill,, Laurel's day so far had been composed of nothing more than boredom. With few cases popping up since her return to the hunter scene, the young woman had mostly been busying herself with grading papers and exams. She was ashamed to say her students had taken a backseat to her return to the supernatural world, though the decision was more subconscious than anything else. Laurel couldn't help it. She'd been itching to feel the cold metal of a gun in her hands ever since she and her siblings agreed to take a break. Given the circumstances, Laurel knew their decision had been wise at the time.
Her dad's death had shaken all of them up, her brother more than the rest of them undoubtedly, but Laurel had shouldered a lot of grief herself. It had never seemed possible, her father's mortality. He was their fearless leader. As a child, knowing her dad was out there killing monsters helped Laurel rest easily every night. And when she actually started working with him, actually started seeing him in action, well, he'd only seemed even more indestructible than before. So having to watch him die ... Laurel shook her head, putting on her helmet before she hopped onto her motorcycle, giving the engine a quick rev before she took off towards the ports.
Maybe she was looking for trouble, looking for a fight. Everyone had their vices, and for Laurel it was the adrenaline that came with hunting monsters. The woman was growing frustratingly restless. She loved her day job, loved giving the star shows at the planetarium, but at the end of the day it didn't get her blood pumping and heart racing the way hunting used to. Under the cover of the night, she already felt at home. She'd learned the ports were rather hit or miss when looking for any sort of interesting activity, but even if she didn't find anything worth her attention she could still spend a little time on the docks. Anything to get her away from her desk for awhile.
Laurel parked her motorcycle once she made it to the ports, hanging her helmet on the handles and sticking the keys back in her pocket. A look at her phone revealed a missed call from Spencer and a light grin tugged at her lips. At that point, any contact from her siblings felt like a rarity. She'd been spending the past few weeks trying to convince them to join her in Sleepy Hollow, to get their merry band of hunters back together again, though so far she'd been met with resistance. Quickly she dialed her brother's number, frowning when the call ended up going to voicemail. "Really, Spence? You called me less than five minutes ago," she said teasingly as she recorded her message. "I'm hoping you returning my call means you're thinking about coming out here. I could use your genius." She paused for a moment, chewing her lip. "And ... I miss you. A lot a lot, so ... Even if it's just for a visit, please get your ass out here. Call me back, love you." She sighed as she hung up the phone, slipping it back in her pocket as her dark eyes skimmed the ports. The stillness of her surroundings made the hairs on the back of her neck start to rise, Laurel's brows furrowing together as she looked around. For a moment, she started to think her only company at the ports was the waves. Until she heard the shout, Laurel's hand moving instinctively towards the holster of her gun. She resisted the urge to grab the gun as she made her way towards the voice, wanting to scope out the situation first. She frowned slightly when she came across a young man, just in time to watch him kick the front tire of his car. She lifted a brow, somewhat disappointed by her discovery. Seemed like all she'd stumbled across was a young guy with car trouble. Laurel cleared her throat as she made her way over to him, hoping to alert him to her presence. "Something tells me kicking the tire isn't going to make it go anywhere," she said lightly, offering him a tiny grin. "Need a lift somewhere? Or I can call someone for you." She shrugged her shoulders. At a glance, especially if you didn't notice the gun, Laurel was far from intimidating. She barely stood taller than 5'2 when she wasn't wearing heels and her big, round eyes painted a picture of innocence. The man before her didn't scream intimidation either, but Laurel wasn't one to let her guard down that easily. Looks could be deceiving, and the question as to why he was out in the ports in the middle of the night definitely warranted suspicion itself.
"Seems like an interesting spot for a late night drive," she continued. "What brings you out here, if you don't mind me asking?" Her head tilted slightly to the side, not taking her eyes off the stranger.
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