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Post by Marci Williams on Jun 9, 2008 17:46:12 GMT -5
It was 11 at night, and Marci had gotten a few hours of sleep just so she would be awake for tonights hunt. She was hunting a ghost that haunted a building nearby that was abandoned. Why does it always seem to be that ghosts and such go to abandoned buildings? It was so cliche.
Driving to the building, her German Shepherd, Roscoe, with her. Marci got out of the car and took out Roscoe, he always came in handy when it came to hunts, especially these. Looking around she then crossed the street to the building and after fiddling around with the lock entered the building.
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Post by Grace Harper on Jun 9, 2008 17:59:34 GMT -5
Gracie was inside an abandoned building. What was a pretty young thing like her doing here at this time of night? Snooping around of course. Grace was a hunter, and a damn good one as well. She was here on a hunt, she was following a ghost who haunted the very building she was standing in.
Ghosts gave Gracie the willies. She always shuddered at the thought of them. But she would have to find a way to swallow her fear, and deal with the hunt at hand. Suddenly, she felt a cold chill. "Cassie...cassie..." Grace heard a moan. Cassie was the ghost's sister. That must have been the reason the ghost wasn't moving on.
Out of nowhere, she heard someone enter the building. Grace gasped, spinning around to see a girl, about the same age of herself, staring right at her.
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Post by Marci Williams on Jun 9, 2008 18:09:10 GMT -5
Marci had been looking downward at her dog, to make sure he got in all the way before she'd close the door. When she heard a gasp, Marci looked up and almost jumped out of her skin. She wasn't sure if this girl was the ghost or not, but most likely wasn't since Roscoe wasn't growling. "Uh..." Marci wasn't exactly sure what to say, it was obvious she got herself into a sticky situation.
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Post by Grace Harper on Jun 9, 2008 18:14:53 GMT -5
Gracie was unsure of what to say. "Umm...." She thought she'd just start off with the basics. "Hi," She greeted with a scared forced smile. "Who the hell are you?" G really was expecting any company on this hunt. "Cassie..." The ghost moaned again, and Grace just about jumped out of her skin.
Ghosts really freaked her out! All haunty and whatnot.
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Post by Marci Williams on Jun 9, 2008 18:18:02 GMT -5
Roscoe tilted his head to the side, his head turned to a corner of the room and his eyes stayed glued to the corner before he began to growl. This happened right before the ghost called out for her sister again. Marci didn't have time to introduce herself at the moment as she hesitantly reached into her back pocket for her gun. Maybe it was a bad idea to show off a gun in front of a complete stranger, but she'd most likely have to keep this ghost at bay until she could get to its grave. Not seeing it, Marci spoke up. "Roscoe, where is it?" She asked, not that he could really answer her. Though, he must've understood to a point because he began to whine, obviously frustrated.
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Post by Grace Harper on Jun 9, 2008 18:24:59 GMT -5
Gracie noticed a dog, growling at a spot in the air. Roscoe, where is it? This girl must have been a hunter. Not wanting to share, Grace spun around and investigated where the dog had barked at. "It's a cold spot." She muttered to herself.
Cold spots always meant a ghost was near.
Grace saw a gun in the girl's back pocket. Chuckling, she commented. "You're going to get anything accomplished with that thing." Grace pulled a paper out of her jacket pocket, and she prepared to send the ghost where it belonged. "Stand back." She grabbed a bottle of holy water out of her bag.
She began spraying it where the cold spot was, and the moans from the ghost sounded more like screams. Gracie started to recite some words, they weren't in english, Grace didn't know what language they were in, but it worked. The ghost was gone.
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Post by Marci Williams on Jun 9, 2008 18:38:37 GMT -5
Marci's brows furrowed, a bit insulted by the girl's words. "Actually it's loaded with salt." She muttered after the girl took out a piece of paper. It was obvious to her then that this girl was a hunter, and to be honest she couldn't say she was too happy about that. It's not that she didn't like to meet other people and make new friends, it just bothered her when other hunters stole her thunder, whether they meant to or not.
After the ghost was gun, Marci's brows furrowed. "What was that?" She asked the girl, she had never rid a ghost like that before.
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Post by Grace Harper on Jun 9, 2008 18:49:12 GMT -5
Salt? This girl was definetly a hunter. "A spell, I learned it from my mother." She didn't want to throw too much information. Grace slung her bag over her shoulder, and bent down to pet the dog, on the head.
He was cute, but he belonged to this girl, whom she wasn't so sure to trust.
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Post by Marci Williams on Jun 9, 2008 18:54:44 GMT -5
Marci raised an eyebrow, 'What, is her mother a witch or something?' As the girl came over towards her and Roscoe, her dog backed up a little. It was obvious to Marci that Roscoe was weary of her now. "Are you sure the spirit is gone?" She asked, it just seemed to easy to have worked.
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Post by Grace Harper on Jun 10, 2008 16:02:54 GMT -5
"Yeah, it should be." She said uncomfortably. She felt obliged to introduce herself now. "I'm Grace Harper." She grinned slightly again, but this time it looked faker than before. "A hunter." This girl was obviously the same, so there was no reason to not tell. Gracie still didn't totally trust this girl, she looked strangely like she was something else than just a hunter...maybe she was a witch, or a demon, a demon at the worst.
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Post by Marci Williams on Jun 10, 2008 16:16:56 GMT -5
Marci nodded before laughing lightly, "Yeah I guessed that." She said when Grace said she was a hunter, "I'm Marci." She didn't feel the need to give her last name. Noticing Grace looking at her oddly, Marci's brows furrowed lightly, however, she didn't say anything.
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Post by Grace Harper on Jun 10, 2008 16:21:29 GMT -5
There was awkward silence between the two for a while, and Gracie, being a bit annoyed by silence, decided to break it. "So, what about you," Grace blurted out, looking Marci straight in the eye. "You a hunter as well?" The words just seemed to fly out of her mouth.
Sighing, she looked down at the german sheppard again, who looked her right in the eyes, and seemed to not trust her. Marci had trained it well. Grace herself did have her own dog at home, Smiley, as well as her cat, Bella. She never brought Smiley on hunts though, he was a yorkshire terrier and could never be able to fight off a demon.
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Post by Marci Williams on Jun 10, 2008 16:24:00 GMT -5
Marci raised an eyebrow at the girl's question, "Um, yeah." She said slowly. She thought it would've been obvious by now. Roscoe continued to stare at the girl, not sure if he should trust her or not, he was okay with some people that he didn't really know, yet others he was weary of.
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Post by Grace Harper on Jun 10, 2008 16:44:07 GMT -5
"So, I should really be---" Gracie stopped herself. She didn't want to be rude, nor did she want to be alone tonight. "Wanna grab a drink?" She changed the subject. She really was thirsty, and she knew the greatest club where Roscoe would be allowed to come in. The clubs around here weren't that great, though.
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Post by Marci Williams on Jun 10, 2008 16:48:03 GMT -5
Marci was confused by this girl, but when she asked her to grab a drink with her, she raised an eyebrow. "Uh...Sure, I guess. But I'd have to bring Roscoe back to the motel." She said, unaware that this club allowed dogs.
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