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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 7:03:51 GMT
It had come to the young girl's attention that killing sprees had been happening. In her neighborhood. They could attack her at any giving time. But she was smart, unlike others. She would move in the cover of darkness, hiding in the shadows as not to draw attention to herself. What caught her attention though, was when a group of different characters showed up. They were tracking this killer, she realized a little after they showed up. So she tracked them. She followed them, fascinated by the work they did. However, it was at this moment that the black haired girl realized she had screwed up big time. She had followed then under the cover of darkness. She had made a sound. A simple trash can, placed perfectly on her path most definitely alerted them. She tensed, much like one would do after they broke something. A flash of brown eyes and she untested, aiming to run back down the alley as fast as her legs could carry her.
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Post by Timur on Aug 13, 2016 7:48:19 GMT
Benedict Benedict was at the hotel room, ready for any calls that may come from them signaling that they were im trouble or something. More of a fantasy he had made up while bored, but hey maybe he could develop drawing skills while they were away. Dean Winchester A shifter. Actually a pack of them it seemed. Too many robberies on the same night to possibly be one shifter, and there had been outside murders which had originally drawn them. The security camera footage suggested shifters. The way they shifted and left the skin behind just kinda grossed Dean out. They were tracking s shifter now, and he kept his gun at ready. When a noise that was too loud to be a stray sounded behind him, the male along with those he was with whipped around to far it, and he held his gun in the general direction, eyes searching for signs of movement. "If you come out now we won't hurt you!" he called out. That was well, assuming the other wasn't a shifter of course.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 8:00:41 GMT
Alula had ended up dashing behind some boxes. His words interested her, but she refused to come out. Instead pressed herself against the boxes with out moving them. "Bull!" She replied to him. Yeah, no. She wasn't THAT stupid. Stupid enough to yell back, maybe. But not stupid enough to come out of her hiding spot. The young girl gulped.
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Post by Timur on Aug 13, 2016 8:05:01 GMT
Dean Winchester Dean was pretty sure she, judging by the voice but you never knew, was a shifter, and a sassy one at that. The boxes made a bit of noise but it was a bit to dark for him to see her movement, and instead he jerked the gun in the direction of the other, where he though she was at least. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, which one is it gonna be?" Dean called out, having been slowly moving closer to the general area from the beginning.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 8:08:32 GMT
Well then. It seemed he wasn't going to leave her be. She took a deep breath and got into a crouch, preparing to spring and run. She giggled. "How about we do this the medium way?" She called before dashing out from her hiding spot. Now, Alula had been shot at multiple times. She knew, you had to dodge. So she zig zagged, a jumped any obstacles in her way with graceful ease, as if she had done this a million times. Which she had.
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Post by Timur on Aug 13, 2016 8:18:15 GMT
Dean Winchester Dean wasn't settlin for no middle, which in all honesty that wasn't quite a middle in his opinion. He was sure that she was a shifter, so he did take aim and shoot, ignoring the fact that it had taken on the form of a 14 year old girl. They had faught shifters before and knew their tricks, but all of his shots missed as she zig zagged across the area. "Hey!" Dean yelled, giving chase to Alula with the others close behind him.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 8:24:13 GMT
Alula risked a glance back. Shoot. Shoot shoot. She wasn't as big as them and they were gaining ground on her. She put on a burst of speed, struggling to make sure her feet didn't scuff the ground. This would cause her to fall, she knew. Soon her legs grew tired but she pushed on. Pretty soon afterwards, her lungs started to burn and she dreaded every breath. But yet she ran, determined not to get caught. She rounded a corner easily, cutting close to it and shooting off of it.
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Post by Timur on Aug 13, 2016 8:30:44 GMT
Dean Winchester This one was fast, but Dean wasn't about to give up. He also showed signs of tiring, but it was adrenaline and determination that pushed him on. He wasn't about to let the little monster get away from him. The male cut the corner too, though not as neatly as he would of liked, and noticed a gate. Well if she got over it and they didn't they were screwed, all this energy spent in chasing it for nothing. So he clenched his jaw together and put on a burst of speed, attemtping to tackle Alulu. no guns yet, he had to get sorted out from the tackle so he didn't shoot himself or Sam.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 8:35:44 GMT
Her brown eyes were zoned on that gate. However, a force hit her strong enough to drag her down. She hit the ground rather roughly and grunted. She rolled, taking Dean with her. However, it was no use as she still ended up on bottom. She flinched gritting her teeth. It was too late. She was down. Too tired to get up and even attempt to escape. She flinched, awaiting a gunshot to the head or a kick to the ribs or anything really.
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Post by Timur on Aug 13, 2016 8:51:26 GMT
Sam Winchester That was strange, normally the shifters faught more. Was it a strategy? Lul him into a false sense of security and then pounce? Still wary of the other, but now the sunlight let him get a closer look. Hey, this was the person the police thought might of done some of the stuff. Why would a shifter take on that form? It was just an extra threat. The confusion going on in Dean's mind caused him to hesitate pulling the trigger, also letting her live for a bit longer. "Sam this isn't adding up." Dean said. Sam must of thought the same thing too because he gave a nod. Dean got up from the girl and would instead pull out s silver knife. Well, one way to find out without killing her. "This might hurt." Dean said, approximately the same time as he attempted to quickly grab the girls arm and try to make a small cut, but avoiding any veins or arteries that could cost her her life if cut. He acted fast, wanting to use the element of surprise so she didn't try and run away. She was outnumbered and surrounded anyways, so he didn't see any point in running unless she pulled some Spider-Man parkour moved.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 9:00:13 GMT
Wasn't adding up? What did he mean? Were they police or something? She looked extremely confused. Yes, she had been accused of stealing. Which she had done. Because well, she's out here on her own. He let her up. Yet, not even a chance to stand and his next words were quickly followed by a cut on the arm. It stung, just like any regular knife wound would, but she wasn't screaming. Instead, as soon as he was finished, she yanked her arm back. She looked at the cut, confusing riding out any emotion. She huffed and held a hand over the wound, protecting it from the air. She had no words, only a cold brown eyes glare.
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Post by Timur on Aug 13, 2016 9:06:10 GMT
Dean Winchester And she reacted just like a human would, actually a little calmer than most would but hey. Any shifter would flip out, so she obviously wasn't one. Dean cast Sam a look, half turning to him before turning back to Alulu. He put the knife away and uncocked the gun. "I'm sorry miss but there seems to have been a minor misunderstanding here." Dean said, trying to sound official. "Whats a girl like you doing out here in an alley like this anyways? Aren't your parents around or something?" He continued, awaiting s response as he put his gun away.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 9:12:11 GMT
Alula narrowed her eyes at him, pushing herself up to stand. She shook her head at his first statement. Then his questions forced a flinch onto her body. She sucked in a breath and let out a sigh. "First of all, sir, any official would have arrested me or something by now." She said, blinking up at the two. "Second of all..." She flinched, yet she still refused to show weak. "Do you see any parents around here? I have no parents." She hissed at them. She looked at her newly achieved wound before covering it again, rolling her shoulders. She leaned on one hip, awaiting their answers.
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Post by Sylphie on Aug 13, 2016 16:43:42 GMT
Gavin Free Gavin was out on the hunt, simply because he refused to stay in the hotel. So when Dean started chasing someone, Gavin followed calmly behind with a small sigh. Then he cut a poor girl. I mean he understood why, but there where other ways to check. "Hey, you need a bandage poppet?" Gavin asked softly.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 13, 2016 17:23:54 GMT
Another voice sent Alula a step back. She narrowed her eyes at him, stance guarded and seemingly ready to flee. "How can I trust you? For all I know it could be toxic, or your going to pour salt on it." Salt itself didn't hurt her. But she knew all too well that salt and cuts never ever went together well. She cringed at the thought of when she had a cut on her calf and accidentally gotten salt in it. Burnt, eating away at the meat in her calf. She had luckily managed to wash it out but dang. It got infected after that. At the thought, she cowered slightly, pulling her arm closer to her. They had already cut her. Who says they wouldn't do that? "Please... don't hurt me anymore... please." Her voice cracked slightly,but she covered it up with innocent glares.
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