Never Found Again 1X1

[The American Average]

only person allowed:

yOuTh GoNe WiLd

FYI, there will definitely be cussing, so viewer digression is advised.

Story:

You're true love has gone missing and you are left a ransom note for her.

The note says;

We have her. If you want to see her again, bring $6,000 to Warehouse 11 at exactly midnight in one day if you ever want to see her again. You had better hurry... Every hour you make us wait if it's past this time, then your precious girl gets hurt..

Rules:

Dude seriously?? We know the rules. Just the usual ones, I guess...




Form:



Full name:
Nickname:
Age:
Gender:
Crush:
BF/GF;
Personality:
History:
Appearance:

Charrie list;



Genie- 17
Tyler- 17
Slink- 20
Brianna- 17

[jays_scene]

yOuTh GoNe WiLd's Characters:

~Mark - 19, almost 20
~Christopher - 18, almost 19
~Jackson - 21
~Sandra - 17
~Kale - 19, almost 20
~Lyric - 18
~Marks 'gang'
~Derek - 20

- Will name more characters as I use them. -

[The American Average]

Genie sat in Mark's bed as she waited for him to get back as she stared at the T.V. She sighed and rolled on her sighed, staring out the window. Tears rolled down her face as she recalled their fight.

Their screams of rage echoed around the empty house
"Just drop it!!! You could get killed!! It's a stupid [censored] gang!! I don't want you dead, Mark!!"
"No! You don't understand."
"You're right, Mark. I don't understand; I don't understand the point of being in a gang!!! It's pointless! It's a death wish!" She lashed out at him and hen stormed off, tears flooding her eyes.


Now~~

Genie was calmed down but had watched as he left the house. She had texted him but he had never replied.

[jays_scene]

Mark was twisting the small blue lighter in his hand as he sat in the cabin-like hideout in an abandoned part of the city. His feet kicked up on the spintered wooden table, his other arm behind his head. What Genie didn't understand was that they weren't a legit gang, more like the protects of the town. If you looked at the members in Hellbound, all consisted of werewolves, or immortals willing to protect the town along with the Werewolf pack that lived amongst it. Few mortals actually knew about the immortal races, some joined us willing to help the pack and protect it against hunters, hense the Hellbound gang, others were killed. Mark blew a breath, the smoke of his cigarette taking appearance yet again. The only person that knew this gang wasn't a threat to the pack was the Alpha, his father, but what Genie didn't understand was that Hellbound didn't kill because it was 'fun', they only killed if they had a reason. Though those reasons were hid from the government, who consisted of mere mortals, who had no idea of the immortal races. "It's pointless, my ass," Mark mumbled to himself, around the cigarette that hung in his mouth.

[The American Average]

Genie picked up her phone and looked at it through her bloodshot eyes.


1:05 A.M the screen flashed.

Genie sighed and got up from her position on hte bed. She opened the drawers and changed into a simple spaghetti strap camisole and a pair of Mark's boxers. She sluggishly walked back to the bed and crashed out.

[jays_scene]

Mark stuffed his lighter back into his pocket, taking his feet from the table and stood up. Grabbing the empty green beer bottle that was on the table, he tossed it in the trash and ground the ciggarette butt in its tray and disposed of that as well. He, Lyric, and Derek were the only ones left in the hideout, and Mark didn't expect them to leave any time soon but he didn't want to be trapped in here any longer. Stuffing his hands into his pockets,he popped his hood, deciding it was better to keep from going home for now; having had more than one drink and he knew Genie would be there. Sighing, he flicked his hair from his eyes, his piercing green gaze scanning the darkness of the night. It being the abandoned, outskirted part of town there were no street lights so it was basically pitch black besides the moon which was giving off merely any light. Fortunately for him, being a werewolf had its perks with the heightened senses and such. Running his hand through his hand, he dropped the hood off his head and headed towards the forest.

[The American Average]

Genie was asleep by the time Mark had left the hideout. About thirty minutes later, she awoke to loud cursing and crashing/

"Dammit, Chris!! Keep it down!!!!" Someone spat. "You're gonna wake 'er up!!"

[jays_scene]

Chris sneered under his breath. "I didn't do [censored]!" he hissed quietly. "You're the one being loud!"

[The American Average]

Slink hit him upside the head and continued onward. He opened teh door and saw Genie's figure, thinking she was asleep still. All the while, genie was frozen with fear. He motioned for Chris to get her with his head.

[jays_scene]

Chris clenched his fists at his sides, deciding better than to pick a fight now. He pulled his gun from his pants before stepping into the room. He knew she was awake, his senses being heightened considering he was a vampire, he could tell. He pointed it at her, clicking the gun, readying to fire. "Make any move to try and escape, I shoot you," he warned Genie.