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Post by Shiloh Summerland on Sept 20, 2010 23:33:22 GMT -5
Everything outside was wet, and to add to it was a chilly day as well. Just great wet and cold, two types of weather that should not be allowed to mix, at least in Shiloh's opinion they were. She could stand a cold day or just a rainy day by themselves, but if combined the result just made her want to crawl back into bed and sleep until it got better. Unfortunately for her she couldn't do that at the moment as she was no where near her motel room. To make matters worse she was currently stuck running through the downpour looking for somewhere to escape the rain. It was hard to see what buildings were open or not as the rain was hitting pretty hard. Plus having only one good eye also made it a little harder, but she managed.
She was currently cutting through some local park when she spotted a gazebo, picking up her pace she made a beeline for the shelter. In no time she had reached the covered steps and collapsed onto the wooden floor laying on her back for a moment or two. She was savoring the feeling of not being pelted by the raindrops or worrying about slipping and hitting the ground while she ran. Now that she was out of the rain she reached into her jacket and pulled out a wad of crumpled paper. She grimaced a little at the sight of the paper being so crushed, but she couldn't help it she had to keep them dry somehow. She did her best to smooth them put again so she could read the words printed on them.
She had been looking for a lead for a job and her visit to the library seemed to be prosperous. She had heard about some suspicious activity in the town so she had decided to look up as many suspicious deaths as she could. Not many had popped up but she manage to scrape together a handful of possible cases. She started reading through the reports she had printed out, maybe they could help her piece together clues as to what she was going after this time.
Soon enough she was in her research mode, where she would read and if anything jumped out at her she would quickly scribble it down into the tiny notebook she carried with her everywhere. So far she had a list of a few things. Claw impressions, to big for local wildlife, drag marks. So far it was starting to look like she may have been onto to something. Though the clues themselves were pretty vague, she could name quite a couple things that would like nothing more than to chew on some humans. She would just have to keep digging deeper, maybe get some eyewitness interviews if she could.
Though it would definitely help her case if the weather would decide to be on her side. But looking up at the dark sky it did not seem like it was going to any time soon. So Shiloh bunkered down deeper under the gazebo's roof while she waited for the rain to let up.
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Post by Lynoic Burrows on Sept 20, 2010 23:54:54 GMT -5
Sitting on a cornflake...
Waiting for the van to come...  Rain, rain, go away, come again another day! She hummed the little song to herself as she skipped through the streets of the familiar town. Oh how much she had traveled, yet she had not gotten far at all.
Long, now seemingly dark brown hair clung to her. She wore a floppy hat and odd eyeliner that ran down her face. Oh, so surprising how she could change her appearance to the many outfits she had warn in the certain memories.
She stopped, her boots making a soft jingling noise. Of course, the lone humans that were silly enough to be out in such weather could hurt the jiggling of her boots. Silly, silly. She mumbled to herself as she looked toward the female that ran for cover.
Oh, the longing to feel the cold. The longing to feel the rain. Usually, she'd hate such things, but when you cannot feel...you miss a lot. She slowly seemed to go transparent as she focused her energy to appear in the gazebo.
A sweet smile appeared on her face as she appeared in the entry way. Well, your quite silly. She then covered her mouth and sighed. What made her think this human could see her? Or even hear her?
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Post by Shiloh Summerland on Sept 21, 2010 0:16:01 GMT -5
Shiloh had been in the middle of reading another page when she felt a shiver run up her spine. She paused and looked away from the paper in her hand, it felt like there as someone watching her by the way the hairs on her neck seem to prickle. She carefully scanned the area, it didn't seem like there was anyone there, but now that she was more aware of her surroundings she felt something. Something very close, she stared at the entry way of the gazebo. Whatever it was it felt like it was coming from that area.
Though whatever it was didn't feel malevolent, so she did not bother to feel threatened. She tried looking harder, squinting a little she saw something. It was pretty vague like an outline of something, whatever that something was it was invisible, or to her nearly invisible. Probably a wandering spirit she guessed by the size of it.
"Hello?" she called out. If it was a spirit, she might as well make contact seeing as not all ghost were scary and out for bloody revenge as Hollywood made it seem. Some of them just needed help getting to their final resting place. So if did need help she could try, and maybe if she was lucky enough it would be able to communicate back to her. Maybe it would know something about her current case. Ok maybe that was a bit for her to hope for, but she never knew, maybe ghosts talked to each other.
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Post by Lynoic Burrows on Sept 21, 2010 21:12:39 GMT -5
Jiggle, jiggle went her boots as she wondered over, intensly eying the woman. She could feel her, she didn't hear her and she could barely see her. She had to fix this. She concentrated harder, trying to make herself clearer. She wanted to be seen.
She slowly sat down, the smell of campfire and cigarette smoke seemed to stick on her transparent body. The smell seemed to follow her everywhere. She turned to stare at the human, eyes wide. "Can you see me?" She asked, hopeful. She then took a deep breath. "Or at least hear me?"
She then looked over her shoulder, looking at the papers she was reading. Claw marks? She squealed slightly, covering her mouth. She had seen some pretty horribly mutated spirits lately in this area. |
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Post by Shiloh Summerland on Sept 21, 2010 21:57:32 GMT -5
The spirit had finally made itself more visible, which was a relief for Shiloh as it told her this spirit was intelligent, instead of a residual sort. Which would have shot down her hopes of trying to communicate with it. Though once in the visible spectrum, she was quite taken back by the spirit's appearance. Normally the ghost she had dealt with were from period times, and a few recent ones that weren't past twenty years tops. But this ghost looked like she came from the sixties, or seventies at the latest she tried to guess. Her style of dress was a bit odd, but she sort of liked it, it fit the ghostly woman.
"Yes I can see you." she replied to the specter's question. She picked up on her reaction to seeing the papers in her hand. Maybe she did know something.
"If you don't mind my asking...you wouldn't happen to know about any of these cases would you?" she couldn't help but smile a little as she asked the question. Normal people didn't just strike up casual conversations with the dead as if it were completely normal. Though then again Shiloh was anything but normal.
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Post by Lynoic Burrows on Sept 23, 2010 21:23:43 GMT -5
Sitting on a cornflake...
Waiting for the van to come... Yeah, yeah.. She said, noticing the look she was given. Never seen a hippie ghost. She said, flicking her wrist, showing her nonchalant personality. Seeing what your looking at, you appear to be a hunter. She then sighed in relief. Happy to see your aren't looking for Lynoic Burrows, man.
She then looked over the papers and shook her head, clicking her tongue. She than became more clear, feeding off of the mortal's energy only slightly, mainly to protect the female's sanity so she didn't appear to be talking to herself. All I know is that I've seen to risky business. She said, shaking her head.
She then moved her hands in front of her as she tried to fix her sentence. Well, I haven't actually SEEN the risky business. I've seen the victims. They are very mutilated and angry. Violently killed by something large than a normal animal. Werewolf? She shrugged, feeling a bit too talkative, but what the hell. It's been too long.
Animals these days seem to be violent, it's rather upsetting. |
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Post by Shiloh Summerland on Sept 24, 2010 23:40:51 GMT -5
Shiloh shrugged at the ghost's observation that she was a hunter, she didn't try to deny it as there was no point. She was a hunter and it wasn't like she felt ashamed of being one. She liked the work, and liked stopping evil beings from hurting innocent people. Each person that she helped while on a job, made it feel like she was making it up to her parents. Ever since their tragic murder she had promised herself that she wouldn't let anything like that happen to anyone else. So far she was doing whatever she could to keep that promise.
"So about these victims you saw, do you remember where you saw them exactly?" she asked calmly though on the inside she was starting to feel a swell of excitement. It really was a pleasant surprise that this spirit had maybe seen some victims of the thing she was hunting. If she could find where they were haunting maybe she'd find some other leads and she could close the case sooner. At least after she put whatever it was six feet under the ground, where it could not hurt anyone else. A really big part of her wanted to move into action, but with the weather being a bit of an obstacle she would have to settle for gathering information. She could at least put together some sort of plan before she went around town looking for this big bad monster. Sometimes it was hard to have patience.
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Post by Lynoic Burrows on Sept 30, 2010 20:38:38 GMT -5
Sitting on a cornflake...
Waiting for the van to come... Woods, Fields and over by the river. She said, nodding her head after thinking about it for a few moments. Gashes, missing limbs, always crying in pain and screaming at me with anger. She said softly, sighing and lowering her head. Horrible shit, man. She than looked over to Shiloh and blinked. Why do girls have short hair nowadays? She shrugged and smiled contently. Anyways, no doubt it was a animal with human characteristics. She kicked her bare heels off the floor of the gazebo. Stray smoke seemed to seem from her mouth, it was too dark to be cigarette smoke. It was actually campfire smoke, thus, making the rainy air than smell like campfire. I'd start in the woods. |
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Post by Shiloh Summerland on Oct 5, 2010 12:25:57 GMT -5
“Thanks.” She said to the spectral woman, thanking her for her help in her current case. She made sure to quickly jot down all the things that she had been told just in case. For sure when the rain stopped she would get started on searching the area, maybe to a quick sweep of the area before going into a full investigation. She didn’t want to have to deal with any unforeseen obstacles like people wandering around at night, while she was working. Or walking into any sort of wild animal that could be out there, she didn’t want to have to accidentally shoot a coyote.
She looked out of the gazebo again to see how the weather was fairing so far, it was still raining as hard as it was. She sighed and leaned back to relax while she waited, unconsciously she ran a hand through her hair. Her hair was getting longer, which she didn’t mind plus she was too lazy to bother with cutting it, if it got in the way she just put it up in some fashion. She never really bothered with over stylizing or anything; there was no point to it if an hourly later she would be dirty from hunting.
So she didn’t bother doing anything to it besides just brushing it enough to untangle it. Besides she never bothered to pay attention to what people said about the way she kept herself, not that many people would even talk to her outside of hunting. It was the eye patch and her disposition that seemed to keep people away.
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