Out of Town
Written by Angel.
45 posts.
18 years old.
Single.
I am Female.
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Post by Louly Summers on Jan 18, 2016 2:09:58 GMT
There was something somber and vulnerable about the woods of Beacon Hills at such an hour. The sun was just setting over the foothills, leaving a murky orange cast over the gray. It was an enigma in the way it seemed so tranquil; a breeding ground for does trampling clumsily through patches of daisy and wildflowers. That wasn't too far off, but many people would walk in and forget that this was once a dumping ground for victims of a murder spree years back.
She remembered, only because at the time she was a chipper fifteen-year-old toughing it out on the streets that feared she'd end up there next. And now she remembered the victims, and the empathy, and she couldn't let the land become infested with the lingering presence of death, especially when people were slowly wading back into the more infamous parts of Beacon Hills.
She walked with marks on the trees guiding her, as taught by Teddy and his family months back. It wasn't nostalgic, walking down that path. It just felt... like an ordinary stroll...
SNAP. Louly's glock greeted her like an old friend as she knelt among the old warehouse of hidden weapons. She was kneeling among a hidden chamber in the floor, all sorts of silver and gunmetal winking at her. She eyed the glock she'd handled time and time again during her months of training. It was always her number one, even if it didn't hold a sizable number of rounds. She straightened halfway, and jammed the gun into her tight, indigo-wash jeans, and went back to sorting through various blades, clips, and other... less modern weapons (including a mace), but stuck to the basics. Mostly. Louly began hiding her stock-piled weapons: a knife in a found leg holster in her calf high duck boots with bunched up knee high socks to mask the outline, several clips in her hand bag, and a small jar of wolfsbane to coat her bullets with.
She was satisfied with her finds, and was feeling a little big-headed as she stood and kicked down the trap door, her hand swinging her shower damp hair over her shoulder triumphantly. The high was short lived, however. Something dropped in the background - heavy foot steps? A branch? Her peace of mind was shattered, little to her surprise. She inched toward an old sofa, hand moving to her back. She snatched gun from its snug home against the small of her back and aimed into open air, half crouched behind the sofa, lips gently pursed to keep her breathing hushed.
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Hunters
Written by Megan.
147 posts.
22 years old.
help.
I am Male.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Jan 20, 2016 19:11:08 GMT
It was an emergency. Little facts made it as far downstream as him, but the urgency in his father's voice wasn't something he could turn his nose up at. Bobbi was dead. His childhood friend. The first one on the scene to pick him up off of his bloody knees. The only one to stand up for him in his time of need. Her and Gabe were all he'd had back then, and now? Now her body was chilling in a morgue because she'd been taken down by a rogue werewolf. His father had informed her late in the morning, proceeding with caution, and for once not because of the rift between the two of them. He knew how important the blonde was to him, and Sam had the inkling suspicion that his father may be using that against him to join the hunt. It worked. This wasn't something he did often, or even liked, but it was something he did well. Very well.
Word was that Bobbi had managed to kill the wolf before the life drained out of her, but that didn't mean there weren't others. There hadn't been any werewolf attacks in the past year that he'd known of, everything being kept low key after the dispute between the races last year, so this had to mean a new pack was moving in. Or new werewolves yet to get a grasp on their new power. Either way, the hunt was on.
A few other hunters had taken to his home office, gathered around his father's desk as the hatched out a plan of attack. He'd hung around the edges for a bit, adding in his two cents where it made sense and played a vital role in determining the reasoning behind the attack. Sam was the logistics. The brains and the brawn, all bundled up in a six foot four body and hidden behind a puppy dog face.
After an hour he couldn't handle it anymore, so he took point around sunset and headed out to the hidden warehouse on the preserve stashed with a barrage of hunters' weapons. From his house, it only took about fifteen minutes to reach the building, the sun a soft glow at his back as he stomped along the vegetation ridden path- not minding if he drew attention to himself. Sam was itching for a fight. A good reason to snap, needed it.
What he got, rather, as he entered was hushed breathing, his head snapping towards the quiet sound on trained ears. His eyes narrowed in on the couch, where he could faintly make out the mouth of a gun aimed his way. Not a wolf, but a hunter- or someone who’d stumbled upon their stash. Sam didn’t know when it happened, or how, for that matter, but his Colt was heavy in his hands and aimed right back at the person. All he could make out of the figure was blonde hair, the light from the dimming sun peeking through the window at their back, casting a shadow over their face and making it impossible for him to figure out who it is.
His voice was smooth as he spoke, lacking all of Teddy’s charm and Noelle’s calmness as he nearly growled, “Now why don’t you step out and put your gun away so we can handle this like civilized people, yeah?”
Sam was a no nonsense kind of guy- it was only around Natalia that he was an idiot.
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
45 posts.
18 years old.
Single.
I am Female.
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Post by Louly Summers on Jan 20, 2016 21:45:31 GMT
What Louly lacked in keen sense, she made up for in stealth. She kept in a stiff crouch, hand pressed against the floor to keep her aim deadly. Dust wooshed up like fog on a winter day, dusting her pants and hands before settling. The quiet only lasted so long, though, as the foot steps became louder; now that they were unmistakably male, she knew he was close enough for an assault with a projectile.
She shifted to fasten both hands around the gun, eyeing the invader (or possible hunter) from behind her barrier. She could mske out a tall, lumbering, stiff-looking figure. A hunter. It had to be.
And when he spoke? That only confirmed it. The voice was everything: gravelly, confident, angry... but most notably, familiar.
"You put yours down first," she cautioned, tongue heavy with the idea of dying by her friend's hands. "Sam?" She called, voice less of an echo and more solid this time. It wasn't a plead, but a sort of tentative greeting. It'd been nearly a year. A year, and she was all but unrecognizable from the length and color of her hair to the age she wore, to her whole person. She exhaled loudly, a sound of surprise, relief, and everything in between. She'd thought him and his family were dead or long gone. Maybe they'd thought the same of her.
She dropped her gun against the hard floor and raised her hands a few inches over the sofa to prove she was unarmed in case he hadn't quite figured out who it was, and then pulled herself upward so she could peer over the sofa, ignoring her earlier request for him to lower his gun. It gnawed at her - this was against every instinct inside her, to appear so vulnerable in front of someone armed. She almost smiled, but she didn't. He was here for a reason.
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Hunters
Written by Megan.
147 posts.
22 years old.
help.
I am Male.
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Post by Samuel Styles on May 30, 2016 5:38:53 GMT
The voice that echoed in response to his demand startled him. Not noticeably. He was as still as a stone, gun aimed firmly in the direction of said voice, but his face gave way to something similar to shock. Sam had always been the emotional one. Heart on his sleeve, tinges of red painted onto his cheeks and tears streaming down his face. He’d never minded being open. He held empathy where his siblings lacked it. Theodore wore an ever present mask, refusing to acknowledge any type of emotion that wasn’t anger. Fear and pain were forgotten, cocky happiness almost an always. It made him seem fake, but he had always preferred it that way. He only bled when no one was looking. Sometimes he’d turn to Sam, less so to Noelle (he had it in his head that he had to play the strong man to keep her stable- stupid). Never mom. Never dad. It was Sam’s burden to hold Teddy’s weight in tears. Not that he’d ever minded. Noelle was a different story. She just… lacked. After she’d been turned, which was still a secret yet to be told, it was like the little girl she used to be died. Laughs were scarce, crying just didn’t happen. She was a shell, and Sam didn’t know how to fix it, but it pained him to watch her move through life like a robot.
So yeah, Sam was shocked- let the emotion bleed onto his features without a second thought. He knew she wouldn’t be able to see it, given that his face was shadowed in the backlighting of the moon, but he doubted he would have hidden it from her even if he could.
Louly. How? He thought she was dead. God, Teddy had lost it when she had just disappeared. Blamed himself for dragging her into the mess that was the supernatural, scorned himself for not teaching her better survival tactics because she had to be dead. She wouldn’t have just left if that wasn’t the case. She wouldn’t have. Not after everything they’d done for her. They were family. She was dead.
But oh how she most certainly wasn’t, rising from her crouch, hands free of a weapon and her face contorted into some strange emotion he couldn’t read from this far.
Louly was alive. Sam wanted to be mad, he did. How could she do that? Wiggle into their life only to flee without a word, leave them beyond worried, and then just pop up just as a freak attack happens? He wanted to yell, but he was drained- and it wasn’t his place. She was Teddy’s in all the ways that mattered. His brother was the one that had taken her under his wing. Sam was merely a tutor from afar. Lending a hand where it was needed and being the person she could turn to when further explanation was necessary. Not much more.
He glared at her for a moment before he lowered his gun, shoving it into the back of his jeans with a sigh. He didn’t need this today, but he wasn’t exactly complaining. He’d had a soft spot for the girl- didn’t stop him from raising his voice ever so slightly though as he took a few steps closer to her. “What are you doing here? We- we thought you were dead! Tedd-,” his voice broke off as he glanced to the side, his too long hair quivering as he shook his head. Now was not the time to get emotional. He had a task to do. A friend to avenge. “Why are you back?” Left his mouth, but what he really wanted to ask was, ‘Why did you go?’.
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
45 posts.
18 years old.
Single.
I am Female.
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Post by Louly Summers on Jun 11, 2016 3:19:33 GMT
Louly had a lot of strength bottled into her tiny being, but with that strength came something darker: hurt. She hurt so deeply, whether the pain come from a shallow paper cut or the rough voice of a loved one. Tonight, the latter greeted her. It hurt worse than any physical pain, because there was no relief. All she could do was wish and hope that somehow, she could reach through the cage that bound her aching heart to her, and squeeze until the guilty ache vanished. But it was not that easy.
This was a pain she had to live with. This was a pain she had learned to accept after leaving Beacon Hills. This pain seemed never-ending.
"I -" she sucked in a pained, labored breath; a very typical Louly gesture from this girl who only seemed to be the ghost of the perky little fireball that she once was. 'Why am I back? She wondered to herself. 'Oh, you see, I was itching to leave again and this guy that claimed to know Teddy approached me one day and told me he could offer me more training and a paying job. So, I got up and left. Totally not an extremely selfish, ignorant, adolescent thing to do! He seemed legit! I only died once in his care!' Louly ran the dialogue through her head, laying on the brief silence between them thick. "I kept finding myself thinkin' about this place. I had to come back. I just, I had a feeling. I'm sorry." She'd lifted her hand to her mouth to try and mask the quiver in her tone. She didn't move. She was afraid to move any closer. It seemed wrong to expect that. It seemed dangerous. "I messed up, but I'm back. I'm back." She had to repeat it to convince herself.
She was. She was back. She was not the same. But she was home, or something like it.
She was back.
But that wasn't what he meant. "There was an attack. The first night I was back," she cleared her throat to coat her voice with something stronger than grief, "I couldn't stop it." But there was nothing that could outweigh it. She didn't mean to let the words come out, but they did. She knew the attack was not on her, but she couldn't let go of the companionship she knew her and Bobbi shared. There was no way to predict that a wolf would attack in a public setting, without the call of the full moon. "I tried. And then it just kept getting worse." She inhaled deeply and ran a hand through her hair, a typical gesture Teddy would have made that she'd accidentally picked up. The brothers still affected her every day. And she loved them so, but she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to tell them. That was why she left.
And it was why she came back.
"If I hug you, you won't punch me or anything, right? Because I'm going t'hug you anyway," She said, and slowly leaned forward, giving him the chance to push her away or hit her if he so chose.
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Hunters
Written by Megan.
147 posts.
22 years old.
help.
I am Male.
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Post by Samuel Styles on Aug 24, 2016 4:24:57 GMT
This was all too much. Sam didn't know, what to say. Half of him wanted to turn around and pretend he hadn't even seen her, too much on his mind too add this too the list. Ignorance was bliss. He'd come back to her when the time was right. When Teddy was back in town and at his side to scold Louly like the parent he was to her. This wasn't Sam's place, it was his brother's- but he was the only one here. The other half wanted to scoop her up in his arms, toss her over his shoulder and lug her back to his house whether she wanted that or not. The Styles' welcomed her, even now with the rogue wolf they's spare her a room. Especially now. He'd say 'no questions asked', but well, that's a lie. He as a long list of questions he wants to ask, and he knew the rest of his family would have even more. Louly meant so much to them, more than she could ever know. Sam knew it was too much for her to handle- sudden love so strong, it must have been overwhelming, and on top of that, his brother was smothering. He'd taken to Louly like butter on bread, soaked in. She was under his skin, in his heart. She was the little sister Noelle couldn't be, not anymore. Louly looked up to him in a way he craved. Sam had outgrown him, was more of a partner than little brother and their sister expressed no interest in that kind of life- taking off the way Sam had to college, only she wouldn't be returning. Not for a long time, and that worried Sam. Worried Teddy. So his brother had accepted this little stray under his wing and was left stranded when she'd suddenly disappeared.
In the end, Sam went with the second half.
He huffed out a scoff, choosing to ignore that it was damp with tears as he whispered, "Get over here," before wrapping the smaller girl in his arms. Louly was so small, too small as he pulled her into his chest, burying his face in her hair as he just held her. The pair hadn't done this much, it had always been Teddy who'd shown her affection because, well, Sam had always been a little timid doing it around his brother. He knew how much Teddy adored the girl, knew how much he protected her- so Sam found it unsettling to meet his brother's dark gaze over Louly's shoulder as he gave her a friendly hug. Which was ridiculous. Teddy teased him enough about his little (massive) crush on Natalia, his brother knew he didn't have any ill intentions towards Lou, but still. He was an older brother, it was his job to be overwhelmingly protective. In those rare moments where it had been just the two, Sam teaching Louly how to properly study the supernatural, taking time to pave the road to success when looking for methods for killing and neutralizing through the way of literature, they'd stolen touches. Shoulders bumping and hands colliding and heads knocking together. They moved in sync, lacking any sense of personal space as they moved about their lessons.
So yeah, maybe Sam missed her more than he'd let on.
Giving her one last squeeze, Sam shoved his emotions to the side for now so he could focus on the matter at hand. Hands on her shoulders, he held her back at arms length, eyes searching her face as he fell into his own 'big brother' mode and said the mandatory, "You should have called, or written- or something. We were all worried, god- Teddy," he tried again, but he still couldn't get the words out. Not his story to tell. Shaking his head, he sighed before pressing with interest as what she'd said finally registered, "You where there? With Bobbi?" His heart sank, eyes expressing sorrow as his grip weakened. Sam still couldn't believe she was gone. They'd been such close friends, he knew he should have been there more for her. Knew he shouldn't feel as guilty as he did.
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Out of Town
Written by Angel.
45 posts.
18 years old.
Single.
I am Female.
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Post by Louly Summers on Sept 17, 2017 5:27:05 GMT
((Team Oww, My Heart))
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