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Baetool and Scout part 2
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Dec 02, 2017 04:24AM
((Haven’t you been wanting to do anything?))
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((I started that role play with that girl I was complaining about and I like the concept we came up with, although I’d like to change it some. Shitty role player btw lol))
((LOOOL. We could do something like it, if you want?))
Sure! She (not me-I wasn’t allowed to pick) came up with this concept which basically had me create a pretty badass female and male character I like. She chose vampires, but I’m like “meh” on that subject but we could make it pretty cool lol
Loool okay, we could do that. Humans or supernatural creatures? Or either?
Okay sure. Do you want to use old characters(like maybe Elian and Natalia’s children or maybe Emily and Ramsey’s children or whatever other characters we’ve never done before) or new characters with a completely separate storyline?
Hmm, doesn’t matter much to me. We can go make up two new main characters and maybe introduce old ones later?
Sure sure. Do you want to be the guy or the girl?
Could I be the girl? I mean if you want we could do doubles. Up to you
You can be the girl, if we’re going to add one of the old characters then I’ll be the girl when/if we do.
How I like to start most stuff; in a dirty sketchy night club lollll))
How about a bartender with a girl who’s had a shitty date so either by the end of his shift, he finds her wasted and crying because of the date and stress and shit OR he flirts with her while she’s on that date?
Hmm; this charger I have in mind is very care free and very open. Maybe she can be dancing on the floor and a few guys start to fight over her, and the bartender breaks it up? I plan on making her a sort of demon too
Oooh, yesss. Maybe he’s a hunter, then? Or just some kind of male witch, like Ramsey?
Lyra wore a long white t shirt and a black corset over too with thigh high black velvet boots. Her hair was naturally the colour of snow, although many think she dyed it. She danced seductively between two girls,grinning. Her dark makeup was flawless.
((I’ve been waiting since you posted to get inspired by a name but NOTHING IS COMING TO ME.))
What kind of name do you want? Unique but practical?
Hmmm idk. I’m thinking Archer but idk.
((I’ll just go with Archer until I’m inspired by another name))Archer was having a busy night. He was serving drinks left and right and despite all this, he did catch sight of the girl who had caught the attention of most of the people at the bar. He was one of them. He took glances whenever he got the chance, which wasn’t very often.
She closed her eyes and swayed from side to side, holding her drink so it wouldn’t get bumped. She was in her own world.A few guys tried to push their way through to dance with her, but ended up getting in a scuffle over her. She was bumped and her drink fell from her hand. “What the fuck?!” She exclaimed over the music.
Archer served a beer and then watched the girl for a moment, just in time to see someone bump into her and drop her drink. Then there were the guys that were squaring up against each other. Archer quickly jumped off the counter and walked over, “hey! Stop that!”
Lyra blinked and looked down at her hand that was cut from the glass. She sighed and shuffled away to avoid the confrontation.Both men glared at the bartender, but eventually wandered off to their own crowd, still keeping their eyes on the girl.
Archer rolled his eyes at them, “you’re paying for that broken glass!” He yelled so that they’d hear and then he looked up at the girl. For a second, he just stared at her. Then he moved over and leaned down to pick up the glass pieces, annoyed.
“It caught my hand.” She flexed and unflexed her injured hand. She sighed and helped him pick up some pieces.
He looked up at her and when he was done, he stood. “Come into the back, I’ll clean that up for you,” he said, gesturing to her wound. He walked towards the back, throwing all the shards in the trash. He grabbed a first aid kit and looked back at her. It was quieter in there.
She nodded with a sigh and followed him, holding her bloody hand close to her chest to avoid contact from others. She waited patiently for him.
He grabbed a chair and pulled it close for her, “sit,” he said and then realized how rude he was being and offered a smile. He grabbed another chair and sat down. Like someone who had a lot of experience with wounds and bandages, he expertly treated her wounds.
She sat down easily and watched him work on her hand. “You’ve done this before.” She said simply.
“Three siblings, shitty dad,” Archer said after a few moments of silence. He wasn’t exactly thinking about his response, more about her question—or rather, the statement. He had a weird feeling about her. And it wasn’t just because she was gorgeous.
She nodded slowly. “Understandable.” She said. Once he was done, she flexed and unflexed her hand. “Will I live?” She teased as she stood. Her dark lipstick was still flawless, and her hair practically glowed.
“I’m no doctor but I’ll have to say yes, you probably will,” he said, staring at her flawless lips for a moment. Then he stood up and put the first aid kit away before someone yelled at him to come out an help because he was taking too long. He winked at her lightly. “See you.”
She smiled sweetly and nodded, playing with the edge of the bandage on her hand. “Thank you.” She said softly. She then left, heading back out onto the dance floor
He went back towards the bar and got back to work, watching her whenever he got the chance again. He flirted with a few other girls, too, whenever he got the chance.
She eventually found a guy, whom some closely flirted with. She whispered something in his ear, then took his hand and casually left with him.
Archer watched her as she did that and exhaled a breath of relief when she left. She was too much of a distraction and he wasn’t looking for anything that would capture his attention like she did. That and he was getting distracted from his current job.
She stood outside in the cold without a jacket. She didn’t even flinch. She hailed a taxi and got into the car with the guy.
Archer got back to his routine of drinks and flirting here a there. Then, his boss left and so did his coworkers and he was left to lock up. He locked up, wondering if he should go hunting or try to get some rest.
She ended up sleeping with the guy and drank his blood dry. She clamped onto his neck with her demonic mouth and drank, ignoring his withering and grunts of pain, until he finally slumped to the floor. She stumbled back and wiped her mouth, making her face go back to normal.
Archer went back home. He changed and put on his gear, his bag and his favourite gun. Then he went out into the woods, setting out traps and holding his gun up.
She sighed and stripped off her clothes as she walked into her bathroom. She showered the blood away
