.. MIS . FITS .. ||CLOSED||

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Gilbert

He had to force himself off the wall in order to follow a few steps behind Lorin. Being the kind of guy that he was, Gilbert was always skeptical of other people, especially when they were so close to him - like in his own home; the further off a person was the more relaxed he'd be, but the closer they were to him, the more alert he was. He didn't want to let this reporter roam his house without knowing each and every single step the man took. If something -anything- were to come up missing he swore he'd track down the man and end him. He had Lorin's scent, so that would be a fairly easy task to do.
"So have you had any strange activity in the house since you've lived here Mr. Capello?" The reporter had turned back to him and the question caught Gilbert off guard. The werewolf took a step back and blinked at the suddenness of the question but then opened up his mouth to say, "No, nothing out of the ordinary I'm afraid." The lie was halfway out of his mouth when a rattling sound echoed thought the room, causing Lorin to jump. Gilbert almost laughed at the startled man, but he sighed and looked toward the moving stairway rail instead. "Eh...something like that's never happened before. Usually it's just doors slamming and objects being rearranged or flying around." He sounded as if what he was describing was a normal, everyday occurrence that happened to normal, everyday people.

[DunkMasterSolas]

Lorin
'Ah yes of course slamming doors flying- wait a minute,' his mind came to a screeching halt and Lorin did a double-take. He blinked, glancing at the stairs. He looked over at Gilbert, eyes narrowed in thought. Was he joking? He didn't look like he was joking. He could possibly be joking. There's no way he could be serious. Was he lying? Why would he lie? To get attention? There was already a reporter in his house the guy didn't need anymore attention. And he'd said it so casually...
He shook his head, trying to clear it of the confused mess of thoughts in his head. He sighed quickly from his nose, he was acting like an idiot. His brows furrowed as he started to walk towards the stairway. "So, erm, 'activity' happens a lot around here then?" he asked, trying to stay analytical and professional. He started walking towards the steps, "It seemed like the noise came from here. Is this an attic or simply a second floor?" he looked up the stairway, raising his camera and taking a picture before turning and asking, "Do you mind if I go up and take a look?"
The questions came out measured, if slightly confused.They were carefully arranged, not excited but certainly intrigued. He wasn't sure what was happening, but ghosts certainly weren't the first thing on his mind. He had to see this through, however. His boss would eat him alive if he passed up anything can could possibly have the smallest chance of being paranormal.
One thing was for sure, though, he wasn't going anywhere without this guy's OK first. He had pretty much hounded him like some kind of hunting dog as soon as he started walking around. Lorin was obviously weaker than this man and if Gilbert decided that it was time for him to go, it would be time for him to go. Whether he wanted to or not.

[yuiopopcorn]

Name: Tresdin
Nickname: None
Sex: Female
Age: 20
Species: (Either a creature or Human (if a creature, specify what kind) Human

Personality: Isnt scared of death. She will head straight to battle without thinking twice about her life. She might be crazy but she just wants to get stronger so she can get revenge on the demons that destroyed her city
Likes/loves: Caramel hard candies
Dislikes/hates: Rain/being wet and cold
Fears: People she cares for dying because she couldn't protect them

Family: None

Occupation: Ex millitary commander

Sexual orientation: Straight
Love interest(s): Open
Relationship status: None
Boyfriend/girlfriend: None
Spouse None
Children: None

History: (3+ sentences)
They came without warning. Within the city walls of Stonehall there came a rumble and a terrible sound, and from blackness unknown came a force of beasts numbering beyond count, wielding flame and foul sorcery, slaying and snatching mothers and sons to dark purpose. Of once-mighty Stonehall's military strength only the Bronze Legion, led by the indomitable Commander Tresdin, was near enough to answer the call of battle. They rode into their city, fighting through bloodstained alleyways and burning markets, cutting their way through the monstrous throng to the source of the sudden invasion: an ethereal rift within the city square, and at its precipice thundered their dreaded champion.
Enwrapped in a corrosive shimmer, the leader of the abyssal horde swung its massive blade, cleaving a legionnaire in two as his flesh began to spoil. Tresdin lifted her blood-stained sword and settled her sights on the beast. It turned, smiling at her through a maze of teeth. Heedless of the battle raging around them, they charged one another.

Deflecting blow after blow, the pair danced their deadly duel as the Bronze Legion met its end around them. Tresdin leapt forward as her foe swung its sword to meet her. The odds turned. The attack smashed into Tresdin suddenly, a brutal thrust from the side, but even as her balance slipped she rallied her strength for another stroke. Blade scraped on blade, beyond the hilt to the gnarled paw below, carving it in two in a fearsome spray of sparks and blood. The vile audience looked on in astonishment as she pressed the attack, driving her blade through her foe's flesh into the stampeding heart within. With a scream that split the clouds above, the beast erupted in a torrent of gore and anguish. The stygian portal wavered, the power sustaining the chasm beyond vanishing as suddenly as it had appeared. The remaining invaders fell quickly to Stonehall steel.

Though victorious, the survivors saw little to celebrate: the city lay in ruins, and survivors were few. Fires continued to spread. Unfurling her banners of war, Tresdin gathered what allies she could. Her anger smoldered as she pledged brutal vengeance upon the forces of the abyss, and damned be any who would dare stand in her way.

Other: None if you want me to add more I will

[ｒａｉｏｎ]

{{ Hi guys, just wanted to say that I don't have Internet at the moment (sending this from school), and I will probably not have it for a couple of days. Perfect timing, I know :U but I'll catch up when I can. Also, hello @yuiopopcorn! }}

[Corvette]

" Moki sat up on the edge of her bed, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She put her feet on the ground and made her way to her door. She placed her hand on the door and pushed, it opened with a loud creak. Moki sauntered out into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. The young girl sipped the coffee like tea. Just about to take another sip, she heard a knock on the door followed by another. Moki grabbed a sweat shirt that lay on the couch and she quickly slipped it on. Once she opened the door, Kathy's face was illuminated by the sun, and her hair was in a pony tail. "Come on in," Moki smiled, covering another yawn. "I made some coffee, want some?" "Sure. That'll work. So, how are you liking living in the city?" Kathy smirked. "Eh, the country is better. Not as many people. How are you liking it?"

Kathy shrugged, "Same. Too many people here." "Hey, want to leave and run around as wolves for a while?" asked Moki, finishing her coffee in a hurry. Kathy nodded and sat her cup down, eyeing Moki. "Where to?" "I have heard many stories around here about the 'haunted' houses. Let's go check 'em out." Again, the girl nodded and followed Moki out. The two were quickly taken by the form of the large canine. Moki darted away, and Kathy right on her heels. "So, are they really haunted?" asked the sandy colored canine, Kathy. "I doubt it. But who knows?" "

[deadofdecember]

(Sorry for taking so long to get back to this. Could I have a recap please?)

[DunkMasterSolas]

(Hey everyone! Sucks to hear raion, I hate it when things happen like that. Hope you'll be able to join us again soon!
Cool character, yuiopopcorn! (can I call you popcorn?)
And hey summertime, not much has happened from where we left off. Iggy is roaming around the streets, Lorin and Gilbert are in his house, our two new charatcers Moki and Kathy are in wolf-form going to check out a rumored haunted house (which I assume is Gilbert's hehe) -are they out on the streets, Choker, or are they running through a park or are they in the back alleys?
But yeah that's about it. We haven't done much so far ^-^ I'm going to wait for Painted to get here before posting anymore
Also in case anyone needs them, here are my two character sheets on the previous topic.
Iggy: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=80&t=2305949
Lorin: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=80&t=2305949&start=90 )

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@ yuiopopcorn: Accepted. I think your bio is fine, but you can add more information if you'd like to Oh, and don't forget to add your character's picture ^^
@ ｒａｉｏｎ: We'll make sure to send you a recap once you're back online
@ Summertime*Sadness: Well, Heads or Tails? nailed the recap for you (and beat me to it xD ))


Jessica

Jessica stopped shaking the railing for a moment as the werewolf casually stated that her moving the stair railing hadn't happened before. The ghost frowned and bitterly thought, 'You obviously snore too loud when you're asleep. Sometimes, before the werewolf's transformation incident and when the coast was clear, she'd sneak out of the attic and shake the rail to try and wake him up out of his sleep and get him to move out of the house. All of her attempts had failed though, and Jessica had stopped doing this after a while and went to moving things around when the werewolf wasn't looking.
Jessica gave a huff and sat down on the upper step to look out between the bars of the railing at the two of them. Then, the reporter suddenly turned toward the stairs and snapped a picture before she had the chance to realize what was going on. Jessica gasped and stood up to hurry back to the safety of the attic. She made the mistake of slamming the door behind her and the girl slumped against it and mentally slapped herself for being so careless and skittish all of a sudden.

Gilbert

"Yep," was Gilbert's simple answer. "And that's an attic up there." He pointed his thumb toward the top of the staircase as he watched Lorin walk over to the stairs and quickly snapped a picture. The man asked permission to go and take a look, and Gilbert shrugged, yawned and answered, "Be my guest. There's really nothing up there besides some old chairs and dust-"
He was cut off by the sound of footsteps hurrying up the stairs and the attic door slamming shut with enough force to shake the upper walls. Gilbert paused for a second, walked over to the bottom of the staircase and said, "And maybe a ghost."

[DunkMasterSolas]

(Hahaha hey Painted! How're you doing?)

Lorin
Okay that was definitely not normal. However Lorin wasn't going to let this shake him. True, there was no wind to slam the door shut. He wasn't stupid enough to tell himself that it was "just the wind" or some movie-cliché nonsense like that. However. The house was old. Old houses did strange things. That's exactly why ghosts stories were made up in the first place. Because old wood and faulty building materials made seemingly spooky things happen. The door could have shut because the foundation was tilted or the wood was too light or any other number of reasons. He was a man of science and, even though he worked for a magazine that centered around rumors of the supernatural, he wasn't about to believe that this guy's house was actually haunted.
He adjusted his glasses and managed a thin smile. "Well then I had better go get a picture of this 'ghost.' Wouldn't want to deprive the people of Manhattan, now would I." He sighed at his own joke. The 'people of Manhattan' were more like a few thousand crazies that kept the tabloid from totally going under with their obsession with the paranormal.
"Right," he muttered, starting to ascend the stairs, camera at the ready.

(I'll post as Iggy in a bit here. Not quiiiite sure what to do with him. It'll come to me, though.)

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Hiya! I'm doing awesome! How are you?))

Gilbert

"Yeah...right," Gilbert said slowly and raised an eyebrow at Lorin. Even if it was just a joke, he was sure that the citizens of the city wouldn't be interested in any ghost stories anyway - except for maybe a select few. Jokers like good old Lorin here were bound to find his story intriguing and then-
The thought hit Gilbert very hard. The man had turned to leave the reporter to his ghost hunt in the attic and he stopped dead in his tracks when he had made it halfway to the kitchen to get a glass of water. If there was a ghost upstairs and Lorin managed to capture it on camera and get the news out to the city, then ghost hunters from all over New York would be at his doorstep. And Gilbert could not have this, especially when there was the chance of him getting caught during a full moon. Cursing under his breath, Gilbert turned on his heel and hurried back to the stairs.

Jessica

The ghost's body went ridged when she heard someone making their way upstairs and she pushed her back against the door harder. It soon dawned on her that her attempts were in vain. She was dead. How was she going to keep someone from opening the door with her see-through body?
Jessica pushed off the door and frantically ran around the room in search of anything that was heavy enough to barricade the door with. She found a set of two chairs sitting in the corner and slid them across the floor and in front of the door with a single movement of her hand. Then, Jessica backed up near the window and silently prayed that the chairs would keep the door shut long enough for her to devise a plan to make herself known without receiving a violent response or for the reporter to give up and leave.