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Post by Misery Martinique on Nov 11, 2009 12:34:30 GMT -5
"Don't go there," I heard her say. "You can't stomach what you're gonna see." It's down there by the waters edge, Wasted and bloated and waiting for someone else. Talk about bein’ at the wrong place at the wrong time. Well, for those men anyway; not Misery... The day had been a gorgeous one; dark and storming; raindrops hitting her bare skin like needles because of the dropping temperature. The witch was wearing a pair of worn out jeans and a cream colored long sleeved shirt that hung off one shoulder; feet bare as usual even though the cold would be the death of her. She’d been haunting the waters surrounding the dilapidated bayou house she and her papa used to call home. Now it just seemed like a skeleton of what it was; the roof caving in at places, the front door all but missing. Since Misery had returned to New Orleans she’d started working on it little by little; maybe someday she could fix it up and move back in. For now it was nothing but a damp place that the swamp creatures hid within; cold reflective eyes; scaly skin. Misery caught a glimpse of the strangers lugging a body towards the murky waters of the Bayou Bienvenue. From the looks of their expensive suits and the tacky gold watches on their wrists, the witch pegged them for a couple of lackeys working for the city’s big crime boss. Out in the swamp, dumping off the body of a stiff they’d put a bullet in for him. Damn shame they had to use her swamp to do it. She always got a kick outta’ teaching the shit-for-brains a lesson. The dark-haired witch waited until they had their hands good and full of body bag. It seemed like the stiff was pretty heavy because even though the ham-heads were pretty good size they were both grunting and had sweat rolling down their temples. With a smirk on her face she started whispering; the old chant rolled off her tongue like daggers on a baby’s skin; smooth, threatening, full of wickedness... When the corpse in the bag started wiggling around the two beefcakes looked at each other in surprise. Of course they were sure the guy was dead; he had a hole in his head for Godsakes! The one with red hair pulled out his gun and the other one reached to unzip the bag. Before he’d gotten it open all the way the zombie reached a grey hand out and seized him by the throat. The dead guy squeezed ‘til the lacky’s eyes just about popped out of his head and the other one just stood there all dumbfounded; gun at the ready but not a lick ‘a’ reaction in him. Before the one with the weapon could get a round off the zombie drug the crony down below the murky brown water. There was some thrashing for a few, but after a short while there were bubbles erupting on the surface and then the suit floated belly up; eyes wide and empty. Misery couldn’t help but snicker as the other lackey tried to scamper off backwards; he slipped in the mud and fell on his ass; the gun dropped out of his hand and into the brown muck. The zombie grabbed at his ankle and there was a little struggle; this one was much bigger than the other and it wasn’t as easy for the living dead guy. Misery used this opportunity to pad up to them; waggling her fingers at the crony before reaching for the dead mobster and removing his thick wallet from his damp coat. Her eyes lit up when she opened it to find a wad of cash. Yeah, these cronies always had dough on them. She blew a kiss to the one that was still struggling under the tight grip of the zombie and turned on her heel. Misery made a mental note to come back later and get his wallet. Seemed like it could be a while before he gave up the fight and she wanted something to eat right about now. It didn’t take her long to make it out of the swamp and to her white JEEP WRANGLER; throwing up mud as she peeled out and headed towards N’awlins proper. The Silver Bullet was a place the witch liked to get a bite to eat. She knew it was a hunter’s hang out and that tickled her; being so close to those who’d like to have her head but inaware of what she really was. She pulled on a pair of brown slip-ons and headed in; perching at the bar and ordering a basket of cheese sticks and a beer. While she waited on the food, Misery took her beer and swiveled around in the stool to check out the other customers. One old guy at the back..hunter. Another younger fellow at the pool table...hunter. Her chocolate eyes sparkled mischievously as she pondered whether or not she should toss a little jinx at one and see if they wanted to play. Maybe after she got some food in her belly...
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Nov 14, 2009 20:13:27 GMT -5
Pulling up with a spray of gravel and dust, Jessie Coulter flipped off the ignition of her challenger and then climbed from the car. Slamming the door shut, she pocketed her keys and headed towards the front door of the Silver Bullet. With her life in a spin, the pretty hunteress was in dire need of a drink and someone to relieve some tension on but there didn't seem to be any takers in New Orleans. How a little mischief would be welcome tonight.
Reaching the front doors, Jessie stepped inside and looked around. Seeing that Curse nor Jo were tending the bar, she sighed and headed for the counter. Another young woman sat just down the expanse and the brunette tossed her a friendly smile before ordering a bottle of Jack and a beer chaser. When the bartender started to take the bottle away, she grabbed it and plucked it away.
"Just leave it, sir... I think you'll find it will save you some time."
When he merely shrugged, Jessie grinned and tossed down a wad of cash and then glanced at the other lady again.
"Care to have a shot with me? I feel the need for some burn..."
As if to accent her point, she leaned over the bar and snatched two glasses up and poured a round. Grinning, she slide one down to the other brunette and then raised her own.
"Heres to good whiskey!"
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Post by Misery Martinique on Nov 16, 2009 11:13:02 GMT -5
Misery’s swiveled back and forth in her stool, slowly sipping at her beer and keeping an eye on the other occupants of the bar. She’d have preferred some rum, but not before getting something in her belly lest she have to deal with good buzz too soon. As if to emphasize that point, her stomach growled like a bear waking up from hibernation too soon, and she reached down to pat at it. “Soon tummy! I smell the mozzarella meltin’ already!”
A blast of cool air came in behind another dark haired woman who entered the bar. It made her hair whisper against her cheeks and she shivered, thinking the night might just turn out cooler than she’d thought.
Dark eyes on the woman, Misery’s lip curved up into the phantom of a smile when the brunette suggested the witch join her for a shot. Okay, as long as she didn’t hafta’ pay for it what was the harm? She scooted over a few stools and slid onto one right next to the female, grabbing the shot glass and tossing it back at the same time. Misery winced at the trail of fire it left down her throat, but then smiled contentedly when it settled in her stomach as a spreading warmth.
Coughing once to clear her throat, Misery tilted her head in appreciation. “Thank ya’ Dawlin’. Now that’ll make ya’ all nice and warm and put some hair on your chest. Dunno’ if I need the hair, but it sure is good to be warm.”
She replaced the little shot glass on the bar and pushed it towards the bottle; Misery never was a girl that was shy about askin’ for seconds.
“Whas’ your name Cherie?”
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Nov 16, 2009 19:33:16 GMT -5
Eying her new partner in crime, Jessie poured them both another drink and then turned so her back was against the bar. As her gaze scanned those around them, she cast the brunette a grin and shrugged.
"My name is Jessica but my friends call me Jess. How about you? Haven't seen you around here before. Please tell me your not one of those holier than thou idiots who gets uptight over a little bit of fun." she said, arching a brow wickedly. "Cause I'd hate to ruin this perfect first impression...."
Tossing back the shot, she felt the burn of the alcohol and then tapped her boot a bit in response to that ache. Grabbing up the beer, she chased it with a long guzzle and then sighed in satisfaction.
"Damn... that felt good..... Generally speaking, I avoid hard stuff except for special occassions but.... Tonight .. Tonight I feel the need to get a little wild."
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Post by Misery Martinique on Nov 23, 2009 8:19:56 GMT -5
Misery’s mouth quirked up at the corner when the woman poured out two more shots; empty belly be damned, she was gonna’ get good and smashed tonight. Already the witch was feeling her inhibitions giving way; as if she really had any. She snatched the shot from the wooden bar top and tipped it back; tossing the amber liquor down her throat.
Keeping her eyes closed for a moment Misery held her breath as if to hold the liquid from coming back up. Sure, the whiskey was tasty; the witch could even pick up a hint of vanilla in it; but she was used to the spicy exotic taste of rum and hardly ever drank anything but.
Finally opening her eyes and letting out a little cough Misery pulled her beer towards her and fingered the lip of the bottle. Jess wanted to know if she had ridden in on a high horse, and the question made the brunette bellow loudly; causing several heads to swivel towards them.
Trying her best to get a hold of her laughter, Misery shook her head vehemently, wiping a tear from the corner of her chocolate eye. “Me? Holy?” She sputtered one more time. “Hell no, Cookie. The only holy thing about me is my jeans...and I got a few pair of those. More comfy that way...”
She took a long pull off her beer and cocked her head at the female who admitted the urge to get ‘wild’. The witch never really was one for making friends with women; but she had to hand it to this one. There wasn’t a bit of hoity-toity about it, which was good. Misery couldn’t stand the kind of bitch with a stick up her ass and a shitty attitude. She preferred to be the one with the attitude.
Lofting an eyebrow Misery gave Jess an impish grin. She wondered just how far this chick would go to have some. Damn what she wouldn’t give to raise up some zombies and scare the shit outta’ some folks. Ah...maybe after a few more drinks.
“You want some fun?” Misery asked her hypothetically and slid off the stool, moving towards the jukebox with a mischievous smile. She popped in a quarter and narrowed her eyes in concentration as she looked for the perfect song, her dark eyes going wide when she found it. Punching in the appropriate code, the music came on with a metallic whine; loud and unexpected in the formerly laid back bar.
The song was Rob Zombies ‘Living Dead Girl’; and Misery smiled wickedly at an old man whose eyes had popped out of his head once she started sauntering back towards the bar with an extra sway in her hips. She leaned in past Jess and took the liberty of pouring a couple more shot and held it up to the girl in salute before downing it with a wince.
Playful glint in her eye Misery arched a brow at Jessie, waiting for her to take the shot. “Can’t have fun without the right soundtrack, can we now Cherie?”
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Nov 24, 2009 13:28:21 GMT -5
“Me? Holy?” She sputtered one more time. “Hell no, Cookie. The only holy thing about me is my jeans...and I got a few pair of those. More comfy that way...”
Grinning at the other woman's response to her question, Jessie tossed back another shot of her own and moaned in delight. As the burn faded, she smirked and gave a nod.
"Hell if I aint there right along with you! Nothing better than those sorts. To bad they don't make men the same way..."
From the corner of her eye, she saw her new friend shift on her seat and then ask if she wanted to have some fun. A broad grin started to spread over her face as she glanced around the bar and then swiveled to face the rest of the tables. Whatever she was up to outta be real good, she thought as she let her gaze travel over the gathered crowd. There wasn't a person in the place that she cared what they thought so if trouble was what her companion wanted... Well hell.. Then she was along for the ride. She could regret it tomarrow if she really had too!
That decision made, Jessie took a long drink of her beer and then heard the other woman ask if she wanted to have some real fun. Casting her a grin, she watched her Get up and move to the jukebox and then Rob Zombie's voice came barreling out with a blast of loud music. Suprise flickered over her features just for a second before she laughed.
"Holy hell... Nice pick of music there, chicky!" she drawled before smirking at the glances being cast in their directions. "And your right... Gotta have the right music to make things interesting."
Pouring them both another round, Jessie revealed in the slow burn spreading through her limbs. She hadn't realized just how tense she'd gotten lately and it was nice to just blow reality off for a bit. Normally, she made it a point to avoid strangers but there was just something about this woman that spoke of hte same wild edge that Jessie herself was feeling.
"Now why do I suddenly have a hope some idiot gets out of line?" she asked before smirking. "It would make things interesting, you have to admit! I don't know about you but....I cant stand tame evenings. "
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Post by Misery Martinique on Dec 1, 2009 8:18:43 GMT -5
Misery leaned in to grab her beer, taking a long pull as she watched the feisty cookie that had quickly become her companion for the evening. So the pretty lady wanted to make some trouble? Well, that just happened to be one of the witch’s most favorite pastimes. The warmth in her belly had already begun to spread throughout her limbs, and that nice fuzzy feeling had settled in her head. Oh yeah. She was getting a buzz. If Jess wanted mischief, she was gonna’ get some!
Misery grabbed the whiskey and took a deep swill straight from the bottle, wiping the moisture off her lips with the back of her hand. “Come on Jess, let’s dance.” The chocolate haired witch kicked her shoes off and pushed the under her stool with a toe and then grasped her new friend by the wrist to drag her back towards the music box. The group of older men who were huddled in a back booth twisted around to watch as Misery set the Jack on the edge of the pool table and swept her hair up with one hand as she swiveled her hips in time with the rhythmic thumping of the music.
Eyes grew wide as moons, some of their jaws going slack as they watched the woman shake it like a Polaroid picture. Misery smirked to herself. These hunters were all the same. They always wanted to act big and bad ass when it came to hunting her ‘kind’ as they’d so eloquently put it in the past, but when it came to the sight of two woman dancing a little provocatively, they drooled on themselves like little babies.
“Show ‘em whatchoo got Cherie!” The witch grinned at Jess and tilted her head toward the men now practically climbing over each other in order to get on the dance floor and put their sweaty palms all over the ladies.
This was exactly what Misery wanted. If they were distracted by boobs and hips and tongues across lips then they wouldn’t notice the wallets disappearing from their pockets, now would they? It also occurred to the witch that Jess was the type of woman that would cold cock any man that might try to cop a feel. Misery was itching for it.
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Dec 3, 2009 10:51:48 GMT -5
“Come on Jess, let’s dance.”
Jessie couldn't help but gasp as her new friend grabbed her by the wrist and hustled her along to the jukebox. Laughter lurked in her eyes as the other woman put down their bottle of Jack and then began to sway to the music pumping out of the system. More than one set of eyes flew to them and the huntress shook her head. Normally, she wasn't the sort to start dancing in this sort of place but.. what the hell? What was the point of breathing if you didn't live a little, right?
Grabbing up the bottle, Jess tossed back another swig of whiskey and then followed the other woman's lead. Moving to the rythem of the sound, her body began to sway. Letting her head fall back, she raised her arms and swiveled her hips to the beat as the music flooded her concious thought. In the back of her mind, she knew this was probably going to lead to trouble but she didn't much care tonight. She needed to burn off some steam and this seemed as good of a way as any.
Just as she was getting lost in the moment, the sound of scuffling feet reached her ears and her eyes flashed open to see more than one hungry looking hunter heading in their direction. Rolling her eyes, Jess gave them a "Don't even think about it!" look before taking another swig of whiskey and then handing the bottle to Misery. Her grin was evil as she tilted her head and nodded towards the approaching hoards.
"Something tells me that this may end badly...... I know the owners of this bar and they aren't going to be happy if we cause a brawl... not to mention.... my guy will probably want to tan my hide...."she drawled with a devil may care smirk. "You any good with a punch? My car's out front if we need a get away vehicle fast!"
Just then, one of the redneck looking hunters reached them and he gave the two women a smile. Jessie rolled her eyes and moved away just a space before eyeing another man who seemed to be gravitating towards her.
"Sorry, mister... Not interested.... Just blowing off a bit of steam.." she remarked before he could say a word.
Frowning, the man moved closer.
"Blowing off steam you say?? You sure seem to be doing more than that. Its not nice to tease a man, babe."
Arching a brow, the huntress stopped moving and looked at him square in the face.
"I"m not your BABE and what I do is none of your business. Now..Kindly remove yourself from my face..... You seriously need to brush your teeth."
Blinking rapidly, the dude glared down at her and made his fatal mistake. He grabbed her. One moment he held a calm woman in his arms and the next, a hissing hellcat came out of the bag. A wicked right punch meet his nose and a loud crack resounded through the room as Jess ducked under his arm and grabbed Misery's hand.
"WE GOTTA GO!! NOW!!!!!!" she shouted, making a beeline for the door.
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Post by Misery Martinique on Dec 8, 2009 9:44:44 GMT -5
An impish smirk came to Misery’s face when her new friend took a shot of fire water and then pushed it into her palm; music moving her limbs as if they had a mind of their own. Her body did the same; hips swaying back and forth in time with the thumping base of Rob Zombie, though her eyes remained fixed on the men now gathering around them.
The witch couldn’t help but give a throaty laugh as one of the men did just as she suspected they would, getting fresh with Jessie even though the woman had clearly vocalized her disinterest. What did surprise her however, was the fierceness with which the woman reacted.
The blow was beautifully executed; fluid and powerful; it gave them just the opportunity they needed to escape. On the other hand it was unfortunate that it was without any of the hunter’s wallets. Oh well. She’d just have to make due with what she’d gotten off the swamp stiff. Misery allowed Jessie to tug her out into the chilly night air; her dark eyes growing wide as the fell on flashing red lights out in the parking lot. Of course the police weren’t there for them; the stocky officer was just finishing up with a ticket for a man in a black Cadillac.
They could have gotten away and avoided any further trouble, but noooooooo, the livid hunter was running out of the Bullet right behind them.
“Officer! She assaulted me!” The red-faced man yelled, pointing to Misery and Jess; both of who had a ‘deer caught in the headlights’ look on their faces. It was all just happening so fast.
“Oh gawd.” The chocolate haired witch rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue against her teeth. The ‘fuzz’ was one of her biggest pet peeves. She’d been in enough trouble with the ‘law’ to know she didn’t want any part of it tonight. As the hunter approached the officer, who had started walking towards the woman, Misery pulled a black velvet satchel from her jean pocket pulled the string that had held it closed. As she tossed the sleepy time charm at them, a mischievous smirk crossed her face. “Nighty-night boys!” She chirped with a little wave of her hand when the satchel hit one man square in the cheek and a purple haze expelled, wafting into the nose of the other. Within seconds both men had hit the ground and were snoring like logs.
The witch huffed amusedly and nodded toward the flashing lights on the cruiser. “Hey Jess...you said you wanted some trouble tonight, didn’tcha?” Waggling her eyebrows impishly the brunette slid over to the police car and popped the driver’s side door open. “Didjoo wanna’ drive or what?”
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Dec 8, 2009 10:57:27 GMT -5
Everything happened so fast that Jessie was still a bit bemused when Misery opened the drivers side door of the cop car and asked her if she wanted to drive. Blinking rapidly, she looked from the sleeping dudes on the ground to her new friend and gulped. Her brain was still processing the events of the past few moments in a slightly drunken manner.
"PLEASE TELL ME THEY ARE STILL ALIVE!!" she gasped out before hearing one snore and breaking into giggles. Suddenly, she realized that the object thrown at the men must have been a sleeping potion and that would make her companion a witch. "Sometime.. You HAVE to show me how to do that!"
Diving for the vehicle, she grabbed the door handle and yanked it open. Only then did she realize she still have the bottle of Jack in her hand. Glancing across at the brunette witch, she shrugged and held it up.
"HEll.... Guess if we are going to break one.. One more wont hurt, right? Might as well make it worth while!"
Sliding into the cop car, Jessie saw others coming out of the bar and shouted.
"Whatever your planning.. you better do it quick or we are going to be in deep do do!" she declared a bit drunkenly as she took another swig of Jack. "If Jo or Curse shows up... I"m toast!"
Then, leaning back in the seat, she looked at her companion.
"Have you got a plan or we just going with the whole Thelma and Louise thing? I'm good with whatever as long as it involves some target practice!"
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Post by Misery Martinique on Dec 10, 2009 8:33:29 GMT -5
"Oh, I got a plan alright." Misery blew a haughty kiss to the others that had come running outside and then turned to wink at Jessie as she put the police car in reverse and peeled backwards out of the lot and right into traffic. She raced at breakneck speed through the city until they reached the calmer outskirts; only slowing down when she was sure no one had been fast enough to follow them. It had been a poor decision; taking the cop car, but when had she ever really made any good choices? If you weren’t having fun while you were living, you might as well be 6 feet underground.
Still, the witch pondered how on earth she could get her JEEP back without being seen or caught. Maybe there was a good glamour spell in one of her books that could change her appearance just long enough that she could slip in and out of there unnoticed. The girl beside her? Well, she was on her own. It really wasn’t in Misery’s nature to help folks out unless there was something in it for her.
“So I noticed you didn’t freak out back there when I put them two knuckleheads to sleep.” Misery turned onto a dark road lined with tall cypress trees and then cast her companion a wary look. “That mean you been in this god forsaken town long enough you seen magic like that before?”
In the dimly lit drive Misery’s dark eyes sparkled ominously; a hint of mischief in the slight upturn of her lip. If the witch hadn’t seemed like trouble before, it had to be apparent when she steered the vehicle into an old cemetery. All around them ancient seraphs crumbling with age watched with suspicious white eyes and over grown foliage had nearly taken over most of the tombs.
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Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Dec 11, 2009 18:12:41 GMT -5
Well, wasn't this just a trip in a half? Jessie couldn't really believe she was sitting here in a stolen cop car, drinking whiskey and calmly going along with what this crazy person had in mind. It was so unlike her... Well, sort of unlike her... Not that she hadn't done some crazy crap before but this was definitely a cake topper. If Trey or Dean found out.. No doubt either one would want to strangle her.
However, Dean was off doing.. something... and Trey was busy with his new family. Tonight she'd been on her own and it had lead her straight into trouble. A giggle escaped her at that thought and she waved wildly at one stunned driver as they whizzed past them with sirens a blazing. Something told her that the bottle of Jack that was in the air had something to do with the beffuddled expression but she couldn't be bother by details at the moment.
“So I noticed you didn’t freak out back there when I put them two knuckleheads to sleep.” Misery turned onto a dark road lined with tall cypress trees and then cast her companion a wary look. “That mean you been in this god forsaken town long enough you seen magic like that before?"
Smirking a bit, Jessie shrugged.
"OH... something like that... I've seen some crazy crap in my life... That was mild. As long as we have a tactic agreement you don't use them on me... Its all good." she returned with a grin. "Now... what the hell are we going to do with this damned police car? There is bound to be an APB out on the stupid thing..."
Just then, her words fell off as she realized they were in a cemetary. Arching a brow, she looked at hte brunette and eyed her.
"A cemetary? What on earth?" she wondered out loud before shaking head. "Please tell me that you haven't highjacked me for some malicious purpose cause that would really suck. I'm afraid that I might have to call an early end to our criminal career together if you try that."
Then, casting her a smirk, she continued.
"Unless... we are out here for some target practice? Is there some spirit pissing you off that needs laid to rest? Now.. THAT i can do... oh damn... I left my rock salt back at the bar!"
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Post by Misery Martinique on Dec 15, 2009 14:45:42 GMT -5
Misery smirked when her companion asked about what would happen to the police car. Honestly, she hadn’t thought ahead that far. That’s how it usually was with the witch; talk or leap before thinking, and the trouble wouldn’t be close behind. It didn’t matter none; she’d been in worse a mess and came out clean as a baby’s behind.
“Oh, don’choo worry your pretty head on that none, Cherie There’s a swamp back behind this place. I’m thinking put it neutral and just let it slide right on in. If my hand ain’t on the wheel when it happens, I won’t feel guilty about it...not that I’d feel guilty about it even if they were.” The witch shrugged her shoulders and pulled the car into a spot off the shoulder of the slender road that wound through the graveyard. Her brow came up at Jessie’s comment about rock salt, and suddenly it became all too clear.
“Just what didjoo say you did for a livin’, Cookie?” Misery asked as she hopped out of the JEEP and reached into the back to retrieve her black velvet shoulder bag of goodies. Goodies meaning all different kinds of bottles and satchels and potions vials of bright pretty hues. The brunette cocked her head at Jessie to follow her towards a mass of older gravestones, where she climbed atop a rectangular above ground crypt. “Now, getchoo gun out and be ready Dahlin’. Sometimes they move quick, and they sure is hungry for brains.” She shrugged. “Guess you would be too if you been buried for ten years.”
With that the witch closed her eyes; letting the ancient words roll over her tongue and across her lips like velvet. The ground beneath them began to rumble, and the sound of moans and death came up from the earth like the damned escaping from Hades. Before Misery even had a chance to open her eyes, a gnarled hand with dirt encrusted fingernails burst out of the dirt beside where Jessie stood, followed by the rest of its decayed and stinking body.
Misery’s eyes came open with a start. Damn, she was getting’ good at this. She had her hand in her bag to withdraw a ‘weapon’ just as a second corpse had begun to climb out of the ground. Aiming with one eye closed and her tongue between her teeth the witch tossed a vial of purple-pink liquid at the zombie, and immediately it began smoking and clawing at its skin.
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Dec 18, 2009 3:20:43 GMT -5
At the other womans words, Jessie felt her brow arch up but she was to toasted to really care. After all, as long as they didn't get caught.. no harm, no foul right? Besides, it wasn't as if she hadn't walked on the hairy side of life before, right? Nodding to herself, the pretty brunette climbed from the vehicle and looked around. Deciding that a weapon might be a good idea, she shimmed around to the drives side and pulled the key's before popping the hood and cooing over the arsenal in the trunk. Her attention was only half on what the other woman was doing and saying as she pulled out a wicked looking rifle with scope.
"OH BABY! THIS IS BETTER THAN CHRISTMAS MORNING!" she giggles before slamming the trunk lid shut and following after the other girl.
Tossing the rifle over one shoulder, Jess watched as she climbed up on a crypt and began to mutter words that sounded strangely withy. Frowning for a moment, the hungress blinked and then looked around. Her tipsy state was blearily trying to put two and two together but since nothing was happening she was a bit confused. What on earth was her companion up to?
Suddenly, without any warning, a boney hand shot out of the earth right beside her foot and the brunette yelped while scrambling back. As the rest of the body began to emerge, she blinked once, twice and then wielded the rifle with a grace born of long years practice. Firing rapidly, she watched as the skeleton shattered into a million pieces and then jumped for the safety of another cement ledge as more began to crawl out of their holes. A glance at her new "friend" showed that she seemed to be having the time of her life so Jess shrugged and decided to go with the flow.
"Friends will pull the trigger. Friends don't let friends become a zombies!" she shouted out with a gleeful giggle as she fired at yet another zombie ambling its way towards them.
Jumping from her ledge to one beside Misery, the huntress watched as she took out another and then smirked.
"Zombies make great Pets, They already know how to play dead!" she joked before kicking one back and shooting it dead in the face. "So.. is this what you do for fun? I've heard of communing with the dead but how can you stand the smell? Remind me not to invite you for a tea party!"
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Post by Misery Martinique on Jan 4, 2010 9:52:20 GMT -5
Misery was wholly unconcerned with the number of corpses dragging their way up from the ground. She was having absolutely too much fun dispatching them to give a rat’s ass. From out of her bag came charms and potions of every kind. One little bag of trouble petrified one zombie in place so he was nothing but a moaning tree stump. Another dozy of a potion made one of the corpses head inflate until it exploded. For that one the witch was glad to have been shielded from the bloody spray by yet another twitching dead guy.
Misery clapped her hands like a schoolgirl as one by one she and her new partner took down the rotting stink heads; Jessie was an ace with her rifle. Of course, she wasn’t altogether surprised by that. She’d seen it moves like that before and even that uncanny nonchalance towards their supernatural foes. Misery smirked and tossed her last charm; this one seemed to be a dud until several branching vines from a nearby bush snaked its way across the ground to seize a zombie by the ankles. She scratched her head in surprise as she watched bright flowering buds erupt all over the squirming corpse. Huh. She wondered what that little potion was going to do.
Wiping her hands on her thighs Misery crossed her arms across her chest and leaned against a tall granite seraph that appeared to have been guarding its grave for ages as a result of parts of the wing and robe that were crumbling. “So...you’re a hunter, huh?” Misery asked her companion with an arched brow. “I’ve seen moves like that before. Guess you could say I ran with a few of your kind a while back. Lexi James.... errr...Blair...Jo Harvelle who is actually Jo Jordan now.”
The woman was thoughtful for a moment. “Guess it’s lucky we all lost touch or -I- might be married now.” The latter was said with a bitter sadness that darkened the witch’s chocolate eyes. God forbid that would ever happen; she might actually be happy for once in her life. The mere thought was unfathomable
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