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((I actually really liked that post))
((Nobody knows about their powers except me. Nobody on the face of Earth, but I do. Each and every one. ;)))
((oh ok. lol))
((what are we fighting then?))
((The FBI doesn't know about you guys. Yet. That means that there is obviously a bigger threat then, right? There is, but you guys will find out later.))
'Man, getting better and better and this stuff' Jim thought as he started to get packed up and ready to get back home, he threw his guns and what was left of a bottle of vodka in the back seat and started to drive home...
Later in his basement he just sat around relaxing and reloading his ammunition smoking a joint and throwin a few beers back.. he could sense trouble coming his way someway, somehow.. so he made sure his guns were cleaned, maintained, and ready to fire at a moments notice.
Daimian still silent in the shadows waits for the perfect opportunity, the deal is now close to being made. A car slowly pulls towards the men standing at the trunk of their car, it shuts off the lights, and Daimian edges back out around the corner of the building to get a better look.
Three men get out and walk towards the two standing near their car. The trunk pops open as the men draw nearer, a man pulls out a brief case and closes the trunk, sets the brief case on the trunk and opens it. Two of the three men continue a few steps closer to take a look into the brief case as the third who is likely the leader lifts a brief case of his own and opens it showing a state of the art M4. Night vision/infrared scope, larger clip, single/3 round/full auto, all black. After checking the money for being counterfeit the men make the exchange of the brief cases, and the three men leave.
When they are gone the two men take out the M4 and start checking it out pointing it around looking through the scope. As one is looking through the scope he clicks on the night vision and see's Daimian standing in the shadow with his kitana in hand. Startled the man jumps back pulling the gun from his face, he quickly puts it back up and looks back where he seen Daimian, nothing. "Oh no!" he begins to frantically look around trying to find something, the other man is unaware of what is about to take place. Daimian lunges from the shadows swinging his kitana powerfully and accurately hitting the man on his shoulder diagonally cutting down through his chest and out his body above his hip. As the other man turns noticing what just happened to his partner he is stabbed up under his ribcage and out his back. Daimian catches the gun as the man falls limp to the ground. He quickly returns to the shadows in the alleys of Detroit.
Please watch your language here, no matter what.
((and i am leaving this game.))
Username: Milonius
Name: Milo Jones
Element: Psychic
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Most say he looks Native American, he is rather tan, and somewhat muscular. He has long, straight black hair with piercing blue eyes, and a clean face except for a small beard at his chin.
Personality: Milo is intelligent in the sciences of biology and mathematics, and he is very unsocial. When he speaks, he usually speaks in short sentences. If he doesn't like you, it is best to stay away from him, but if he is your friend then he will protect you with his life. He has a very bad temper. Very athletic, when in combat he moves very fast and tends to jump from place to place.
Weapon of Choice: Wooden staff that he carries in his hand along with a high power shotgun with an attached strap so he can wear it on his back. Only uses the shotgun when he is away from civilization, for example: in the forest.
State of the U.S.A.: Oregon
Other: FFFGG
Hunter ran to the airport and bought tickets for the next flight to Arizona, there were perks to not being a fugitive. He boarded the plane and was off, how he managed to smuggle his guns on board was a mystery even to himself. When it landed Hunter quickly found a telephone book and started looking up Jimmy and called him.
It seemed like the phone wouldnt stop ringing for hours untill Jim finally pulled the whole thing out of the wall so he could get some more sleep
((When do I know if my application got accepted?))
((Els will tell you when he gets on))
Hunter quickly found Jims address on the internet in the airport. /Funny how much you can find out about someone on there/ He thought. He hailed a cab and took it to Jims place. When he arrived he shot the driver and ran up to the house. He knocked on the door loudly.
Kabob wanders back up to the highway where he flags a passing car down.
"You can either give your car up without a fight, and you live, or you refuse and I have to shoot you." Kabob offered the driver that stopped to offer help. The driver decided his life was more important then his car and Kabob took it without a fight. Kabob knew that his normal life was no longer feasible. He knew that car had planned on killing him, allthough he had no clue why. Kabob felt his best course of action would be to head north. maybe head towards Canada. Of course he had 3 states he had to go through before he got there (South Dakota being one of them) so he thought he might go see Mt. Rushmore on his way there.
As Jim awoke, he heard someone banging away at his front door, from his couch in the basement he yelled "HOLD ON, ILL BE THERE IN A SEC". Jim got dressed in his BDUs and went to answer the door, where he found a fella that obviously likes alot of red.
((Lol likes a lot of red))
"Hi Jim. you dont know me and I dont know you. Heres what i know. You need to grab whatever you have that you can use as a weapon, get in that car, and come with me to South Dakota." Hunter said bluntly.
"Howdy stranger, hmm... why would i want to 1: Get into a car with a dead body and 2: Go to south dakota, heh.." while slightly leaning to the left for his combat knife
Hunter noticed the lean and quickly pulled out both his guns. "Dont move." He said. "This sounds crazy but here it is. We arent normal, me, you, and a few others. Thst fugitive on the news, hes in charge of rounding us up before the government figures out were not normal and hunts us down. HE sent me here to get you then meet him in South Dakota."
"I see, Guess i dont have much of a choice then, wait here one second" Jimbo said as he walked to his basement to grab his AR-50 and .45, But instead of going with the madman, he fired a few shots through his front door with his .45, ran out the basement access, jumped in his Chevelle and took off
Hunter dodged the bullets, pulled his sniper out and shot the cars fuel tank. He hopped into the taxi and went after the leaking car.
Daimian wakes up to someone pounding at his door, he answer it. "Where the hell have you been!" *slap in the face* "I..I..work has had me so busy the last few days." He is tired of trying to live life the way she wants it, and is finally about ready to let her know. *kisses her on the cheek* "We need to talk." Before anything else can be said another pounding at the door occurs. Daimian looks through the peep hole and sees nothing. He takes a step back and slowly opens the door a few inches peering through the small crack he made. The pounding actually came from a knock next door, but what he notices seems strange, the door was left open slightly and a man was standing there as if he were guarding it. The man looked more than an ordinary street thug, more sophisticated.
Daimian shut his door quietly and told the woman to sit down and he would be right back. He went to his room and grabbed his pistol and hid it in his holster on his ankle, grabbed his knife and cupped it so it was'nt noticeable. Suddenly another few loud knocks, this time it is his door. Boom boom boom, they are impatient. Daimian points to the bathroom and tells her to use the fire escape while giving a go now type look, the woman asks no questions and heads to the bathroom where she locks the door and flees to her car. Daimian hurrys towards the door and shimmies up the walls feet on one hands on the other til he is above the door. Again they knock this time ending with a kick that sends the door swinging open hard smashing into the wall. Two men enter the apartment quickly and go straight to the bedroom as if they know exactly what they are looking for, a third man stands in the doorway with his back to the apartment. Daimian drops down and has the man in a choke hold before he even has time to react. Then the sound of his bed being flipped over is heard, he moves to the kitchen waiting next to the door to his bedroom. The first man exits the room receiving a kick straight to his face but slightly off mark so it only knocks him to the ground, by this time the second man enters the kitchen and they begin to exchange blows, three punches are thrown the first and second thrown at Daimian, the third is a counter that sends the man into the counter and to the floor. By this time the man that was choked out is back to his senses and slowly makes his way to the kitchen waiting for the man who was kicked to stand back up, Daimian is focused on the man in the kitchen as the other jumps on his back, and the other pulls out a gun and points it to Daimians head.
As i was driving, i looked in my rear view mirror and thought 'Crap'... then i looked at the ammount of gas i had left and the needle was going down faster than a Hummer's when its puttin the pedal to the metal. Then my engine quit on me and i slowed to a stop
hunter quickly caught up to the now stopped car. He got out, guns pointed at Jim. "Ready to cooperate yet?" He said
"I guess so" Jim said as he grabbed his gear and threw it into the strangers car. As he got in he asked "Where we off to?"
"I already told you, South Dakota." Hunter said. And they drove off on their way to SD
The men took Daimian downstairs and put him in the car. A man was sitting in there waiting for him. "I see you live up to your name every test put in front of you" the man says as he gives an evil grin. Daimian says nothing. "I want you to work for me, as a hitman." Daimian replies, "I work for no one but myself." "I dont think you understand the severity of the situation your in."
Accepted. Sorry for not being on for 'while....Quote:
Originally Posted by Milonius
Username: Demonhero
Name: Dan Thorin
Element:Fire
Gender:Male
Race: Demon
Appearance:6'5" tall, slight build, dark piercing eyes, short brown hair
Personality: Quiet, confident, soft-spoken, dangerous.
Weapon of Choice(Guns/Weapons allowed): Twin daggers
State of the U.S.A.: Washington
Other: FFFGG
((Waiting on Elsworth))
((Did he die or something? nobody posted here for like an entire day))
((I think Elsworth has started becoming a bit agitated the past few days))
((Sorry, my dog bit me, had to get some medical attention....((A.K.A. crying like a baby while calming my blood.))....So, Hunter and Jimmy are coming to SD? I can't post until Arumen does.))
((Yeah we coming to SD BTW its your post. If you go back to page 8 I think, Arumen posts and then you havent posted in character since.))
((Thank you SO MUCH!))
"'Ello mate. You must be Dameon," Morgoth said, floating down. "My name is Morgoth Raven. Fugitive. But, I'm not a criminal....Techniqually."
((Am I in or no? ))
((Yeah, your in. I'm tripping over myself to get this under control.))
"Techniquely? hmmm." he looked the reletivly small (compared to him) man up and down. "Well, you will be now. You just killed a person. But, thanks anyway. I'm... gonna go back to my car."
He started back to his mustang
Hunters taxi crossed the border to SD. He had been consistently going around 85 miles an hour and was surprised he was never pulled over. "Umm I just realized I have no way of finding Morgoth."
Sitting cross-legged on the floor of his shabby apartment, eyes closed, hands resting on his thighs, Dan Thorin listens to the dilapidated TV list off the latest news.
TV: "In other news, the fugitive Morgoth Raven has eluded capture, yet again. Local, state, and national police..."
Dan turns the TV off and stands up. He walks over to the only window in his apartment.
"Morgoth Raven... Who are you, and why do you seem so important?"
Questions based on instinct, and on pure speculation. Questions he was almost scared to find the answer to. He turned away from the window and sat on the floor again, picking up his sharpening stone and his daggers.
On his counter top sat a plane ticket to South Dakota. He would leave to visit his family tomorrow.
Morgoth lounged on Dameon's car. "Um, no, you're not, actually.