The Darkness Rises V.3 (A Supernatural Roleplay - Accepting)

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|| Liliana Swann || Hunter || 26 || Tags: Open || Location: Outside a Bar ||

Liliana couldn't recall the last time she'd felt this terrible. The jagged sunlight streamed in through the clear plastic windows, driving a sledgehammer into her skull. Her stomach roiled as she dragged herself out of the car, nearly toppling over until she found her footing on the gravel below. One month. It had been almost exactly one month ago that she'd been forced to do the unspeakable. One month since she'd regained a fragment of her family and lost her again. She was already lost, she reminded herself.
Liliana was snapped out of her thoughts as something quite heavy suddenly slammed into her, knocking her to the ground. Alarm coursed through her veins as the pavement greeted her with a sharp impact. However, her trepidation was soon dispersed by a large, wet tongue attacking her face. "Pff - Harley - off!" she sputtered, halfheartedly attempting to shove the great dane mix aside.
Eventually, Harley let her up and wandered over to inspect the jeep, leaving Liliana to ponder her current location. She searched her mind for memories of the previous night, but she drew a blank. Perhaps the flickering sign that declared that The Tipsy Cow was closed offered a clue. "Leave it to Vermonters to come up with a name like that for a bar," she muttered under her breath. Then again, perhaps she was being a tad hypocritical. After all, this was her home state.


|| Laura Lyons || FBI Agent || 23 || Tags: Open || Location: Coffee Shop ||

The pale blue eyes of Special Agent Laura Lyons poured over the perplexing case files for what felt like the millionth time that morning. Honestly, she'd much rather be looking at anything else while eating breakfast. Some of the images were rather... disturbing. But what else was she supposed to expect from a case involving cannibalism? Regardless, it hadn't left her with much of an appetite, so she'd simply ordered a mocha latte and a small blueberry muffin. The muffin sat half-eaten on a petite porcelain plate, pushed to the side of the table to make room for the case files.
Laura's focus was broken as the patter of footsteps signaled the approach of a waitress. "Your coffee, miss," she stated with an uncertain glance at the files, which Laura hurriedly hid from view.
"Thanks," the young Agent replied with a friendly smile. Her gaze lingered on the waitress momentarily as the curvy blonde walked back to the counter to take the order of a heavyset man.

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|| Jay Mauser || Gender: Male || Age: Twenty-Four || Location: Coffee Shop || Tags: Laura ||

His finger lightly thrummed on the marble counter of a coffee shop that was located three hundred miles away from his home. He couldn't remember the last time he was back in Illinois. Perhaps it was, what, three years ago when he escaped the institution?
Tap tap tap... The sound echoed in his mind like a broken record, repeating and never ending. He knew he'd gone insane the day his brother died - the day when the police broke down the door of an abandoned house and grabbed him by the scruff... blaming him for murdering his own brother. Stupid, he thought, shaking his head vigorously as he shut his eyes, and muffled out the noise of his finger thrumming on the countertop.
He didn't know how many minutes had passed when the sound of "sir?" being repeated a dozen times drove him back into reality. His ice-blue eyes fluttered as his vision focused on the server before him, and Jay Mauser roughly said, "Can I help you?" His words must have been more aggressive than he had intended for she flinched at his tone.
The server eyed him for a moment before getting out, "Your order?"
"Coffee," he said. "Black." The server nodded and disappeared behind the counter and into the back, leaving him alone once again to tap his finger on the countertop. Jay Mauser scanned the area around him, his eyes slitted as he analyzed those around him. An overweight man, a man eating to himself, a woman and a child... And a young woman reading over documents. His dark brows furrowed at the sight of case files, and his fingers clenched slightly, resisting the urge to tap on the countertop once again. His eye sight wasn't strong enough to read over what she was looking at, and it wasn't any of his business to learn it. His FBI badges were forged, his car was stolen, he had no cash and wasn't going to pay for his coffee... He was lucky that Jay Mauser was even his real name. He was better off leaving the young woman alone rather than getting himself into a deeper mess by possibly messing with the cops.

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