Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
517 posts.
17 years old.
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Post by Rose Harper on Sept 5, 2018 13:57:50 GMT
Afternoon sun filled the forest floor, leaves and branches covered the ground underfoot as Rose and Iris made their way through the preserve. This was probably not somewhere that either of the girls should have been, after all it was in these very trees that two girls from their school had been attacked with Charlie being killed and Jade being injured. The heavy backpack pulling down on Rose's shoulders would keep the two girls safe. Inside it's black material was any kind of protection that they might need should they be attacked. In broad daylight like this though, Rose doubted that an attack would occur. Still, she could never be too safe. Especially when she was with Iris.
Back when Jasper had been in their lives and Iris had been kidnapped, Rose had taught Iris a little self-defence but not much. Now, the threat felt far bigger. Rose had no idea if there was any connection between who was being attack and killed with whoever was doing it but she wouldn’t take any chances. If she knew that Iris would be able to defend herself should the worst happen, then that was one less thing for her to stress about. If whoever was doing the attacks was going after people with connections to hunting then there was a chance that could put Iris in danger.
Rose had briefly thought contemplated dragging Leon out with them but that would lead to too many complicated questions and frankly her whole situation with Leon was complicated enough on her heart that she was looking forward to getting a break away from those issues. Not that they were bad issues but issues nonetheless. At least Iris knew about werewolves from being with Jasper, hopefully she wouldn’t react in too horrified a way when Rose told her the real reasons people had been dying.
Reaching a large enough clearing to suit what they would need to do, Rose dropped the heavy backpack onto the ground with a relieved sigh. Weights had never been her favourite. Dressed in black from head to toe, the sunlight was already causing her to feel warm before they’d even started to train. Opening her bag, Rose grabbed two bottles of water, tossing one Iris’s way without thinking to give the other girl a heads up, Rose uncapped her bottle and took a long drink. Straightening back up, Rose stayed silent for a moment, listening to the woods around them in case she noticed someone suddenly walking nearby. Silence, save the sound of birds chattering and the distance running of a stream. What was the easiest way to bring this up? Rose had brought Iris out here with her for some ‘top up training’ but she needed to know why.
“So,” Rose began, nudging her toe into the slightly muddy ground below. At least it wouldn’t be so rock solid that if either of them fell it wouldn’t hurt that much. “There’s no easy way to tell you this but the deaths of Charlie and that other woman, they weren’t accidents or just general… murder.” General murder, she sounded crazy. “You remember about Jasper being a werewolf, right?” Not that Rose imagined that would be an easy thing to forget when your boyfriend turned out to be something you didn’t expect to exist outside of shitty horror movies and Twilight. “Well, I’m pretty sure that werewolves were the reason that Charlie and that other woman were killed. I know that might sound crazy but from the way they died… it’s the only option that makes sense. So, to make sure that doesn’t freak you out too much I’m going to give you a 101 on how to defend yourself from a werewolf attack.” Rose finally finished, trying to make sure she didn’t sound too mad whilst speaking. Cracking a smile Rose managed a lame, “congrats,” before finally deciding to shut up so that Iris could actually respond.
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
single.
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Post by Iris Weata on Oct 2, 2018 16:43:43 GMT
| “When someone is subjected to strangulation for a period of time, a multitude of things will happen as a result. While many subjects lose consciousness within seconds due to lack of oxygen to the brain, others may experience a longer, drawn out and very painful death. A buildup of pressure will occur, leading to blood bursting through the artery walls leading to messy, heavy bruising around the neck and blood being brought to the surface of other areas of skin such as the eyes. Panic will kick in, leading to the victim to fight back which can lead to further injury to themselves. Overall, strangulation is judged to be one of the most painful, malicious, and drawn out way to be killed.” This is what Iris’ textbook claimed. It felt like Beacon Hills was being strangled. There was a feeling in the air; the idea, not that something bad was coming, but that it was already here. Two of Beacon Hills residents murdered and another attacked in a short time, two of which Iris had shared the corridors of her High School with not too long ago. The panic was setting in, the blood vessels of the town popping and spilling, leaving a stain on the town and its residents. There was murmurs of a serial killer on the loose, a sadistic man leering towards pretty, young, brunette woman for sexual gratification- despite the fact there was no sign of sexual assault or rape apparent on either victims. Iris had read up on the murders, as had every other resident of the town, but she had other ideas about what may have happened. She knew more then them, and she knew what lurked in the town- something more terrifying than men with a god complex- things that came from fairy tales and horror stories alike. She had no way to prove this, though, and she was wary of coming off as a conspiralist if she tried to broach the subject with Rose. Jensen would think she was mad. Anyone else who she may have confided in had fled months ago. So she put her time into other things, trying to ignore the curiosity at the back of her mind, until Rose messaged her saying she wanted to carry on training with her. With a mix of curiosity running through her mind and alarm bells blaring in her ears, she set off, confirming to her mother that, yes, she did have her rape whistle ‘just incase’, and made her way down to the preserve. She knew the two girls shouldn’t be there, but somehow, Iris wasn’t too worried about it right now. She was content the two girls would be able to deal with the possibility of someone attacking them. Her confidence in that dwindled slightly when Rose threw a water bottle at her and it hit her arm before she was even aware of its existence. It hit the floor with a thud, followed from an “oof” coming from Iris as she lent down to pick it up, throwing a friendly glare over at her best friend. She took a drink, not noticing the Rose was deep in throat until she started speaking, causing her ears to perk up. She didn’t speak while Rose did, even when she asked if she remembered Jasper was a werewolf which was, really, a very stupid question. How could she ever forget? As Rose spoke, Iris found herself being weirdly calm, almost relieved. She’d been right. She cracked half a smile at the other girl, fiddling with the water bottle lid “Honestly… I’d actually been wondering if that was the case. Something didn’t add up about everything that was happening. I just didn’t wanna sound crazy” She admitted. “Thank you for all this, though. It helps knowing I might not get my ass beat by a werewolf” She laughed. WORDS: 655 |
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Hunters
Written by Jasmin.
517 posts.
17 years old.
sad.
I am Female.
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Post by Rose Harper on Apr 30, 2022 20:21:28 GMT
Oh, thank goodness Iris remembered or hadn’t completely repressed that time of her life. Rose wouldn’t blame her if she had. Beacon Hills was significantly less frosty and dramatic these days without the Gold Pack around, or at least it had been until recently. From the way Iris reacted to Rose’s update and well, her words confirming it, Rose could only guess that Iris had started to notice some connections between everything. “You’d never sound crazy to me,” Rose reassured her, gentle smile on her lips. Iris was her best friend, the two girls becoming even closer in recent months as Rose kept consistently going over to Iris’s house when Elena’s crying got a little too much for her. Of course, that involved being an annoying third wheel to Jensen and Iris but they were both too lovey dovey with one another the rest of the time to mind when Rose was the world’s biggest cockblock. Sorry Iris.
“Iris, come on- I’m not letting you get into some situation again.” Rose replied, emphasising situation as she didn’t exactly want to say the word kidnap aloud when they were fairly isolated in the woods. Not wanting to tempt fate and all that fun. “I mean, another hunter got their ass beat last week so no guarantees.” News travelled among the hunter families quickly, mainly for safety but also because it became a matter of pride to one-up themselves. To see who got the most kills, the most catches. Reality was, Rose and her siblings hadn’t picked up their weapons for some time. Rose felt sick to her stomach every time she even considered it knowing, fearing, that one day someone would do the same to Natalia. The only thing Rose went into the arsenal for these days was a healthy supply of wolfsbane. She always had some on her, sedate and run becoming her preferred tactic over spilling blood. Today was different, today Rose knelt down and pulled out a myriad of tools. Knives, a gun (no ammo, of course), hearing devices to make every dog in the town whimper, throwing stars, random bits of rope. As much as she could stuff in there really. “I promise the rope is just for this, nothing sexual going on there.” Rose joked, hoping that everything she’d pulled out wasn’t about to completely freak out Iris. “But, first things first, how’s your fitness these days? Could you run for a few minutes? How about uphill? In the dark? For me, running is the safest thing you can do and I’m including myself within that statement.” Werewolves were fast but they also had claws and fangs that Rose wanted nowhere near her friend. “We’re focusing on defence, not attack.”
She couldn’t stand that Beacon Hills was becoming dangerous again. How Charlie had gotten killed, Rose had no idea. She had nothing to do with the supernatural and had had a damn Bob Ross quote as her Instagram bio. Rose didn’t want Iris to be hurt like that but she’d make her training as fun as possible. Crouching down one last time, Rose pulled out her hidden weapon. A remote-controlled car. “My brother got this to keep Elena entertained although he only ever seems to use it when he’s alone in the garden so I think he just wanted to pretend he was ten again.” Standing up and turning the car on, Rose grinned as she looked up at Iris. “Well, my flower pot twin would you rather chase the car or have the car chase you?”
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Iris Weata on May 27, 2022 9:56:14 GMT
Iris had watched plenty of shows, movies in her young life. Countless hours hidden under the covers after dark with a torch and a book to keep her company and transport her to different worlds when the mundane activity of sleeping just didn’t appeal to her. And over the years she’d come to the same conclusion that most of these teenagers had to come to at one point or another- her life was incredibly boring. Not only was it incredibly boring, but it would remain that way. There would be no saving the world, or seducing vampires, or overthrowing the fachist government that made their lives hell (though, maybe, they should consider that last one a possibility…) And then jasper gold had barrelled into Iris’ life with little to no care of those repercussions, and ripped all notations of normality away from her. She was still trying to wrap her head around the idea of being the character in someones supernatural novel, some days the knowledge that she was patrolling the town with creatures was nothing more then background noise to her, other times it enveloped her mind and kept her up at night- wondering just, what the fuck, it all actually meant.
And it hurt that she couldn’t tell Jensen. The boy had quickly become one of her closest confidants, and she felt like there was nothing she couldn’t tell him that he wouldn’t be able to help with, but this wasn’t her secret. Sure, Jasper wasn’t around anymore, but this was so much bigger than just the Golds- Iris herself didn’t even know who it affected, and she didn’t know what telling Jensen could trigger. With these (now confirmed) rogue wolf attacks going on, she couldn't bear to put the boy she cared so deeply for in any more danger. She still lived with the flashbacks of being captured for simply knowing Jasper, and she would die before she allowed something like that to happen to anyone else, let alone him.
But now she didn’t think of that. Now she existed only in the preserve with Rose, leaves dusting the floor beneath their feet and decorating the sky above their head, while the petite girl promised she wasn’t going crazy. She wasn’t wrong about the attacks. The knowledge was comforting and terrifying- knowing what they were up against was half the fight, but Iris had been in this fight before, and it wasn’t one she’d won. Even as Rose mentioned her situation Iris’ smile dwindled involuntarily, flashes of the warehouse coming alive in her mind before she once again reminded herself of the leaves. Above, below, they were a buffer between them and the rest of the world.
Her ears perked up at the new information “that girl Jade? She’s a hunter?” The little twins were fairly new additions to the town, and Iris hadn’t spent too much time with them outside of group activities with Jensen, so this was news to her. Then, just like that, talking time was over, and Iris watched her friend pull out a myriad of weapons, her eyebrows shooting up as they spread across the floor. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected from this, maybe a gun at most, but throwing stars? Those had not been expected.
The brunette let out an awkward, slightly overwhelmed laugh at her friends joke “i think if this was a sexual thing the rope is the last thing i’d be worried about” she replied, looking back to rose from all her weapons. The girl literally looked like a disney cartoon, it was crazy to remember she knew how to use all this.
“My fitness is… um, well it’s okay. I can run” she still went on the odd run, though they were ashamedly less common now she didn’t have Jasper to run with, but she still thought she was relatively fit though. But in a race with a remote control car? She wasn’t sure. Still, she let out a giggle at the sight of the small contraption, thinking over her options “i think… have it chase me? Right? Yeah. is that best?” she asked, unsure if this was a choice that had a right and wrong answer- she was a little over her head. But being caught by a remote control car seemed marginally less embarrassing then not being able to catch one.
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