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From a human point of view, the death of Heaven and Hell was quiet. Mortals did not notice any changes, but that doesn’t mean that there were none. Hell has risen, slipping up through the cracks, and Heaven has fallen, burning through our skies and landing them both on our humble Earth. Demons and Angels have taken human vessels and walk among the mortal humans, forced out of their homes for an unknown reason. The Apocalypse? They don't know if this is it. Neither can get in touch with their leaders, the Devil or God, so they are left to wander the Earth helplessly, but not alone. The Undead, Were-animals and Skinwalkers, beings of Hell, are also there, though having been on Earth for quite a while with Hunters on their trail. Mediums can sense these presences; more and more are realizing their power since the residents of Heaven and Hell arrived. Hundreds of other kinds of supernatural creatures roam the Earth. After all beings who couldn't take a mortal vessel have perished, leaving the rest to be imprisoned in the earthly world. Even in small town Texas, where our story takes place, mortals can not escape this otherworldly drama.


CURRENT SETTING  


March 2012

REDGROVE, TEXAS

HOT AS HELL, WINDY AS HELL


THE UPDATES  


New subplot - Sweet Dreams - posted and looking for victims and hunters for a nightmare curse. [link]

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Have your character work at the Tucker Family Farm in Redgrove! Positions always open, a good way to get your character to know people. [CLICK FOR MORE INFO]

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THE STATISTICS  


STATISTICS M F
HUMAN 2 3
GHOST # #
ANGEL 4 1
DEMON # #
MEDIUM 2 #
SKINWALKER 2 #
HUNTER 3 2
WERE-ANIMAL 1 1
FAERIE # 1
WITCH 1 1
OTHER 1 1
TOTALS 16 10


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CODING & GRAPHICS BY CHARLIE
SIDEBAR CODE BY DANA
STATISTICS TABLE BY BEAUTIFULLIE

 
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   el corazon, [open]
luck north
Posted: Jul 19 2012, 08:44 PM


PLAYED BY CHARLIE
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Group: HUNTERS
Posts: 31
Member No.: 159
Joined: 18-July 11



Nothing made Luck North more anxious than the nighttime. He lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling with one armed stretched out, finger tips just barely gracing the gun resting on his nightstand. He turned his head, looking at the gun with exhausted eyes. It had been a long day for the Sheriff. He wanted to turn it all off, every stressful thought and important thing he needed to remember, but he couldn't. He needed to stay vigilant. At night the hunter side of him took over, wishing for sleep if only to let his mind have some peace. Sleep, however, wasn't always a serene endeavor. After so many years of his life being filled with monsters, death, loss and violence, his dreams had become anxiety filled nightmares. Usually he could deal with it, shrugging them off in the morning, same ol' same ol'.

When his eyes finally began to droop closed, the shine of the gun in the moonlight fading, he was unaware of just how frightening his night would be.

He would wake up with little memory of what happened in the dream, but at the time it was all so vivid and real. Words screamed at him, voices shrieking like monsters were shouting right in his eyes, the voices of the dead crying out. Everything was so blindingly bright, burning his eyes like he was staring into the sun. His heart beat as fast as it could, his body trying desperately to wake him up, but something forced his mind to stay, trapping him in the dream. If his daughter had been home that night, she would have heard her father screaming in his sleep, but she was gone that night, staying at a friend's house. This was no ordinary dream.

The moments of blinding light and deafening sound felt like forever, time distorted and stretched out beyond recognition. Then, as if all the lights in the world had been extinguished, it went dark. He couldn't see anything. He heard himself breathing heavily, shaking from fear. He felt incredibly vulnerable, unable to defend himself or move from the spot. He tried to call out, say something, but nothing came out.

From the shadows, a figure appeared, the form of a young woman. She had long dark hair, billowing softly in a nonexistent breeze. It wasn't until she came closer that Luck saw her face. He knew this woman, he knew her better than anyone in the world. Her wide doe-brown eyes, porcelain skin and ever present little smile... She looked just like her daughter. She was different than he remembered, but somehow exactly the same. It was like looking into the mirror image rather than the real thing. He wanted to touch her, to reach out to her and grab hold, but he still couldn't move. She moved even closer, close enough for him to see that little, barely noticeable scar above her eye, that scar she got as a child. It was a tiny imperfection breaking up a perfect face, seeming only to enhance her beauty.

Luck felt like he couldn't breathe, the wind knocked out of him at the sight of her. She touched his face, her skin as warm as it was when she was alive. He shuddered, a gasp escape his throat. He couldn't cry, not frozen to the spot like this, so the tears just bottled up, making his sight fuzz over. He desperately tried to blink them away, to gaze at her face while he could. Her smile widened as she gently wiped the tears away, bringing the image of her back into focus. She leaned forward, her cheek brushing lightly over his own as she craned her neck to whisper in his ear. Her voice was not her own, it didn't even sound human. It was piercing and shrill, not even forming words, so loud that the sleeping man began screaming again, writhing because the sound was so loud and painful. Suddenly the glowing began again, brightening and brightening until he couldn't see a thing, the woman fading in the white brightness....

"Sam!" He shouted out, bolting upright from his bed. He was panting, chest heaving and unsure at what point he had woken up. The strange nightmare was over, the memory of it fading rapidly. Somehow he felt the importance of it, and scrambled out of bed, searching desperately for a pen and paper before the memory faded completely. When he finally found something to write on, all he could remember to write down were three words: 'ghost of Sam'.

Sam, the woman from the dream, was Luck's deceased wife. She had died years ago when hunting, leaving her daughter and husband by themselves. He hadn't dreamed of her for many years, not since he was still mourning. He tried not to think of her. What was the use in it? All it did was wear him down. So when he awoke from the dream, the only thing he could remember being her, it left him shaken up. He had been prepared for that. He hadn't had to face her for so long. He stared down at the words he had written down, specifically the word 'ghost'. It didn't feel right. That's not what it felt like at all. She was something else, he just couldn't think of how to describe it.

He went tot he bathroom, splashing cold water on his face and trying to bring himself back to reality. It was just a dream, he told himself, you're overreacting. Despite this obvious logic, he couldn't get over how real it felt, how it felt like he was being trapped there. Usually he woke up when the screaming began, not after. He rubbed his face with his hands, then decided to take a walk. He pulled a white undershirt on, walking out of his house barefoot in the PJs Beretta had bought him for his birthday, walking down the street. He walked back and forth on the sidewalk in front of his house, feeling the damp cement under his feet. It must have been raining before. He tried to clear his head, relax, but he couldn't shrug off the feeling that something was very wrong. He was shaking still, breathing just barely beginning to slow down to normal. He hadn't been this scared in a long, long time.
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