"Put that gun down before you hurt yourself." "That suppose to scare me Bitchface? I've faced things a whole lot meaner things than you." Johnny replied to Scott. "Now I'm gonna ask some questions and I suggest you answer them, I'd hate to get my boots messy." Johnny said with a slight grin. "Now then, you 'fine upstanding citizens' of course some of you are finer then others." He looks over at Luce and gives her a wink "I'm looking for a couple of people, about yay high and around the same age as me. They'd be well armed, and inexperienced." Johnny said to them while pulling down on his guns hammer. "Oh and don't skip the details, Lenny's gonna kill me if I don't bring them back."
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"Alright, here's the plan," Lenny said as placed both hands on the bar's counter. His eyes focused on Cat and Tenebris...two of his new Acolytes. Johnny doesn't come by the Roadhouse very often and Lenny doesn't call him for help even less, so he knew something was up. Johnny heard rumors through the grape vine that Lenny was training orphans to be hunters, but never really gave it a thought. Johnny kept looking between his new kids and Lenny. These are some of his trainees? I see why uncle Lenny called me here. Johnny thought to himself. He wasn't very impressed, they didn't even look like they've been in a fight before. "So my kids need someone with experience, Parker. Someone who can and will shoot a gun. They need a good hunter." Johnny refocused his attention back to Lenny. "So I need you to back up my other kids, Parker." "Shucks Uncle Lenny you sure know how to sweet talk a fellow." Johnny said with a grin. "Here's the deal. Ya bring back all my kids safely and you get free drinks for life, here at the Roadhouse. No matter what, NONE of them are die on your watch. If any of them so much as trips, I'm coming for ya. Got it?" Johnny saw the look on Lenny's face, he knows something's up. "You got more experience hunting than they do, Parker. Hell, your father was a great hunter. Probably better than me. So I'm trusting ya with this. With them." "Don't worry I'll bring them back. I respect and owe you too much not to. Just get those drinks ready by the time I come back." Johnny replied. The young hunter took the piece of paper with the coordinates on it that the aged hunter slid across the counter. Johnny went out the bar's door and hopped in his SUV. He punched the coordinates into his GPS. Johnny arrived at the coordinates, and saw a log cabin there. Johnny got out of his SUV and moved to the back of his vehicle. He opens the back up and opens the floor panels to reveal a large arsenal. Unsure what to expect in there, he loads his revolver with very special iron rounds, and grabbed a pair of iron knuckledusters, a couple flasks of holy water, and puts them in his coat packets. He also attaches his machete made out of pure silver to his belt. He cautiously enters the cabin, and after a quick once over he sees Adam with his gun out, and standing in front of Luse and Scott. "Hey skunk head! Put down the gun! NOW!" Johnny yelled at Adam, pointing his gun at him. He was unsure what was going on but one way or other he will.
Ryder 'Muscle' Sanders Location: Combat training Time: 8:00 am Mood: unsettled Ryder was waiting impatiently for the teacher, then he finally showed up. The teacher is a 50 something year old man that was fairly fit for his age. You could tell he's seen some stuff. "Ok maggots, let's get some combat training done." the teacher said with a thunderous voice that instantly got everyone's eyes on him. "All right maggots, prepare for combat!" the teacher yelled at the top of his voice. "Sir who are we facing?" Ryder asked. The teacher smiled at Ryder, "You. Yeah you Mr. Muscle. Your at the top of the class so surly you can handle let's see..1...2..6..9.10.15 opponents, can't you?" Ryder looked around the room at the other students unsure what to do. "Extra credit for whoever throws the first punch at him. Oh and powers are encouraged." the teacher said trying to move this along. Ryder looked at the students readying himself for a attack. A lightning bolt hit him from behind, knocking him back a few feet. "Oh, that's gotta' sting." the teacher said, enjoying the show. Ryder looked back at the guy who shot the lightning bolt at him. "So that's how it is huh?" Ryder then closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. He opened his eyes and they were now a bright glowing green instead of the usual steely gray. His whole body begins to expand, growing bigger and bigger. He leaps towards the lightning throwing student, and punches him quite a ways. "You better think of something quick maggots, he looks pissed." the teacher said with a slight chuckle. The other students looked at Ryder, then at each other unsure what to do now. Ryder leaps into the air and crashes to the ground creating a small shockwave that blows back the other students to the floor. One student began to get up, and creates a fireball in his hand. But before the student could do anything with it Ryder uppercuts the student and he lands a few feet away. The rest of the students seeing what he did they just stayed down. "And that's why i'm at the top of the class." Ryder said as he began shrinking down back to normal. "Well ok then, class dismissed." the teacher said with a surprised look on his face.
Yeah I know the show, very well. Damn you Metatron for using Cas like that! He's just a angel size puppy and thanks for letting me join! :D You can call me LIEO for short and is anything going on in the rp I should know about?
"All man this is our chance to prove ourselves!" James yelled as they got in the squad car. "Yeah, yeah, but chances are Detective Norman's going to take all the credit." Tyson said. Tyson wasn't as excited as James, mostly because James wanted to move up the chain of command while Tyson is just happy with where he is. They arrived at a run down house in a rough looking part of town. "All right, you two watch the back. We're going in." Steward ordered. Tyson and James gave him a nod and cautiously moved to the backyard. Steward and Norman stood at each side of the front door with their guns out of the hostlers. Norman pounded on the door "Police open up!" he yelled. The neighbors started to gather outside of their homes to watch all the commotion. After no answer, Steward gave Norman a nod. Norman then turned in front of the door, and kicked it down with a few shift kicks. Tyson and James could hear them charging into the house from the backyard. "Cool." James said. "Noob." Tyson said as he rolled his eyes. James was looking around the backyard very tense and nervous. While Tyson was calm and collected. Tyson looked over at a window on the house and saw the suspect, Jeff Owen climbing out of it. "Hey you hold it!" Jeff looked over at the partners and started to freak out. He pulled out a small revolver. "Gun! Get down!" Tyson yelled. The suspect fire a round at them. Tyson and James dropped down and the shot missed. Jeff jumped over the fence in his backyard and into the next one. Tyson ran after him, vaulting over the fence. "The suspect is fleeing! We're in pursuit!" James yelled to the detectives inside. James climbed over the fence but Tyson and Jeff were already another backyard away. The detectives rushed out the back door, with Norman rushing over the fence and quickly pasts James. Tyson catches up with Jeff quickly and tackles him to the ground. "Don't move!" Tyson yelled as he tossed the gun away from them. Tyson pulled out the cuffs and put them on him. Norman and James arrived just as Tyson got up and pulled Jeff up, with Steward following behind. "Good job, beers are on me. We'll take it from here." Steward said as he took Jeff back to their car and began reading him his rights. Norman even gave Tyson a small nod of approval as he bagged the revolver.
Ooookay, turns out Michael Bolton is a major cinephile.
Higher than a bird I'm flying. Crimson skies of ice and fire. Borne on wings of steel I have so much to feel and I won't come down no more.
Tyson woke up from another strange dream, they've been happening more frequently. Tyson stretched with his whole body cracking and popping. He let out a thunderous yawn and got out of bed to go about his morning per usual. With breakfast in hand he plopped down on the couch and turned on the news. The host was annoyingly chipper as usual. She gave her usual inductions and went on to give the local news, then the global news. There was nothing really note worthy. After breakfast was ate he turned off the TV and went to the bathroom. After taking his shower, Tyson lathers himself up with deodorant and body spray. He then goes to the bedroom and gets dressed. He heads to the door grabbing his badge and gun. "Alright Hitch, no raves." Tyson said to his cat as he went out the door. "How'd you sleep Denise? Hope better than me." Tyson said as he got in the car. He pushed down on the Hellboy bobble head that sat on the dash and started up the car. Tyson made it to the station with minutes to spare. He walks in seeing James who always arrives before him talking to a couple other cops. "Hey Jimbo!" Tyson called out to his partner. James gave a small wave to the cops as they walked away and turned to Tyson. "Hey Ty." James replied. "Give me a sec to put away my stuff, then we can go on out." Tyson said. James nodded and Tyson went to the locker room to put his things away. With his stuff put away, Tyson returned to his partner. "Ok partner ready to head out?" Tyson asked. But before James could answer, Steward walked up to the duo. "You two, we need you to back us up on arresting the suspect of that murder a few days ago."
SAY WHAT AGIAN! SAY IT! I DARE YOU, I DOUBLE DOG DARE YOU MOFO!
Tyson looks down at the phone unsure to answer. "You gonna answer it?" James asked with a concerned look. "Um no." Tyson replied as he hit the end call button. James was a little confused because he saw it was his mother. "All she's gonna do is ask me come back to Texas, and I don't want to." Tyson explained to his partner. Tyson looked over at a clock on the wall, and saw it was quitting time. "Well we can talk and discuss our feeling and eat some ice cream later, it's quitting time." Tyson said as he headed to the locker room to gather his stuff. With his stuff gathered up he went on back to his car. "All right Denise lets go on home." Tyson said as he put the key in the ignition and starts it up. He makes it back to his apartment and heads on up the stairs to his apartment. He opens the door waking Hitch up who was asleep on the couch curled up in a ball. "Hey buddy." Tyson said to Hitch as the cat was yawning. Tyson puts his badge, gun, and car keys on the night stand next to the door. After a few hours of watching TV and drinking a few beers Tyson crawls into his bed. "Good night Hitch, good night Jen." Tyson said as he turned off the lamp and went to sleep.
Ahhh Canada, you make a nice hat for America! And Alaska makes a pretty good feather in that hat! Booyah!
"Hey man let me *burps* out of here!" a slim white man obviously drunk said while thrashing about in the back seat of the car. "Shut it!" James yelled back and hit on the divider that separates them from the prisoner. "Hey, th-this is racial profiling!" The drunk said after a loud burp. "Ok first snowball, your white, you don't get to complain about racism!" James yelled. "He's not wrong." Tyson said with a slight smile, he enjoyed it when James got mad, mostly because it doesn't happen often. "And second you were climbing a flag pole swinging your shirt around singing 'Sweet Cherry Pie', I'm pretty sure your argument is invalid." James continued. "In my defense.....it's a good song." the drunk replied. "Dude it's a stripper song." Tyson said. After awhile of pointless drunk guy arguing, they make it back to the station. "I.....want my phoney call!" the drunk said as Tyson was escorting him too booking. "You'll get your 'phoney' call in a minute." Tyson replied trying too keep from laughing at the stumbling drunk. He takes the drunk to booking and gets his finger prints and pictures and all that jazz. With the drunk in check and off his hands he goes back too James, who's just finished the paperwork. "I love escorting drunks, barrels of fun." Tyson said to his partner who had a annoyed look on his face. "Yeah all joy." James hated dealing with drunks, mostly cause he end up arguing with them. Tyson phone goes off in his pocket. He sighs while looking at the caller id, it's his mother. Tyson looks at the phone unsure if he should answer or not.
Ryder 'Muscle' Sanders Location: His room Time: 6:30 am Mood: worried The clanking of Ryder's weighs being lifted up and down echoed across his room and could be heard outside his room. He's been doing his daily work out for over then an hour. He is a early riser. All Ryder could think about was yesterdays briefing. Ut Mati wanting too commit genocide on all Enhancermorphs, it's unreal. He's trying to keep his cool and not look worried. But he is just the opposite. He has all the confidence in the world in his team's ability, but in their emotional status he was less then confident.'Elle would be too focused on revenge, Darcy's too green, Poke doesn't take things seriously, and Rachael...she's just closed off. What are we doing, we can't fight some war.' Ryder thought to himself. Ryder glanced over at his clock, it's 7:30. He already had breakfast and his teeth brushed and all that stuff. So he heads on out too his class, Combat Training, his favorite class. Ryder is among the top in the class. Ryder took his time too get to class, saying hi to the Scientists and Enhancermorphs he pasted by. He arrived at the Combat Training class a few minutes early. He stood around waiting for the teacher along with the other students. Ryder looked around the room at the other students, 'Man, if we go to war with Ut Mati, could any of those guys even stand a chance?' Ryder thought to himself.
Tyson makes it to the station a few minutes late. "It's about time Ty!" James said as Tyson walks Into the station. "Yeah, yeah, yeah give me a sec Jimbo." Tyson replied. "Alright I'll go on to the car." James went on out to the cruiser. After taking a few minutes to put his things in his locker, Tyson rushes to the cruiser. "Alright you can drive, I feel a little out of it today." Tyson said to James who was leaning outside against the car. "You sure? You never just let me drive." "Yeah I'm just not all here today." James gives his partner a worried look before getting in the drivers seat. They stop off at the same gas station that they always do to get coffee and stuff. Tyson heads in to get the coffee. While waiting in line with the coffee he sees a tabloid magazine on a stand next to the counter. He focused in on a little picture to the side on the cover, the name under the picture was 'Alistair Grey'. He looked at the picture intensely, like he almost knew the guy. "Do you want the magazine too sir?" the cashier asked with a annoyed tone. "Wha...um no this is all." Tyson hands the money to the cashier and heads back to the car. "You ok dude?" James asked clearly seeing some was wrong. "Yeah I'm just still you know kind of asleep. Here's your coffee." Tyson replied. They both get into the car and leave the gas station.
Gunter glieben glauchen globen
