Post by Kane Solomon on Sept 20, 2015 13:17:00 GMT -5
Here is the Province of Alberta in this rp this is around Edmonton, Ponoka, Calgary, and Wetaskiwin Edmonton is a hotspot for supernaturals. In tis area most supernaturals keep alow profile because once they're revealed they'll have no freedom or privacy. This mistake has happened to many and they've told others to try not to make the same mistake. There is some secret society's in areas for supernaturals. And also you can go anywhere in between. so if you have problems blending in go hide in the countryside. You can also be a civilian, have jobs etc ( you probs already know ) and you can either live calmly in country or city wreak as much havoc as you want ( as long as the authorities don't bust you. So have fun with the sights and the joys of one of Canada's many provinces, Alberta. Enjoy and have fun if you don'r want to have fun, that's your problem.
Post by Kane Solomon on Sept 20, 2015 13:40:14 GMT -5
The man cursed angrily at the slow moving Edmonton traffic, he was driving a 2006 Dodge Laramie and he had a new lift installed into it. He subconsciously listened to the radio resting his head in the palm of his hand and he let out a deep sigh. His life was filled with crime, depression, and religion and he just wanted a peaceful home in the countryside. In the box of his truck was all his belongings, a few clothes a couple furniture pieces, and some other stuff in case the house he bought was unfurnished. He came back to a full consciousness and his face flushed red when he saw the line only moved by one car length. He started letting curses flow out of his mouth like water going down a slide and honked the horn at the Volkswagen beetle in front of him. And after a few minutes of cursing and honking the line finally started flowing and a grin spread across his face and he drove happily along the streets towards his new home.
Post by Kane Solomon on Sept 23, 2015 18:39:48 GMT -5
The man was oddly dressed for a mid summer day, he was in a full genuine leather suit, and boots. He was wearing a wide brimmed pilgrim looking hat and under that hat were a pair of burnt blue eyes that would send someone running with just a look. He had a slight limp in his stride as he walked around the sidewalks either looking for a bank or a club. In his head buzzed only one though, find someone then mangle em. He stopped abruptly at a small mall and saw a good pair of leather boots. better an his old broken ones. He gave the man at the till $30 and walked out of the mall. After a few more blocks e saw a lawyers office, a R.C.M.P building lined with squad vehicles, and finally he saw it. A black two-story building with a glowing sign that said.. " Open at 10:00 goes t'ill 4:00" His face let up and he marked this place in his head and he went back to a rinky dinky old apartment and went into his room and sat on a easy chair and waited for night to fall.
Post by Nathaniel Graham on Sept 23, 2015 20:02:03 GMT -5
Canada. It wasn't all that bad but still Nate wasn't a huge fan of the northern country. Currently between research projects, the young man had been searching around on the internet, looking for hints of supernatural activity. He'd found them in a small rural area of Alberta. A rash of mysterious disappearances.
After digging a little deeper, Gram had discovered that they'd begun with cattle mutilations. Now people were going missing. It looked like a fledgling vampire, possibly a group, had moved into town and had attempted to keep 'vegetarian' before inevitably giving in to their urges and killing people. At least they'd had the common sense to hide the bodies.
The young man was staying at a cheap motel. He'd fortified his room, on the off chance he was attacked while sleeping or he needed to retreat during his investigation. Gram called of it as an investigation but the silver he carried said otherwise.
The gas station was were a lot of people had been taken, mostly travelers just passing through. He would begin there.
Post by Kane Solomon on Sept 28, 2015 18:34:33 GMT -5
Kane sat lazily in his easy chair staring at a widescreen projector TV his thoughts of tonight flared in his head like a forest fire. All the sudden his eyes darted towards a grandfather clock to his left and watched it as it rang ten slow times then the room was silent except the ticking of the clock and the sound of his own breathing. All the sudden he jumped up put the foot rest in and went to his closet. He switched from his normal leather coat to one with many sheaths and holsters. He also donned a wide brimmed top hat and put 3 jars in the head area and a knife in the brim. He let the ideas sink in his head until he chose one for tonight. Mangle, do some rearranging, buy a drink, and come back Scott free. His plan wasn't well though over though it was basic and he had plans b, c, d, and e. He raced down stairs and tripped on his lawn. He got up and ran to his 2006 dodge Laramie. He fumbled eagerly for the keys, opened the door, jumped in shut the door and drove away at 20 kph over the speed limit.
Kane's burnt blue eyes darted around as he drove to the place that he would commit this crime. The club.. He mentally said that in his head as he pulled up by a black building with a glowing sign and lights glaring out of the windows. He pulled into a alleyway that lead to another street in case his plan failed. He checked his supplies by patting his hat and jacket. He tied a red sash around his waist and shoved two 10mm glocks and four clips into the sash.
Now buzzing with excitement he walked towards the club and swung the door open and walked in. He saw locals, tourists, hookers, and bartenders scattered about in the well lit and colourful interior of the building. He idly stood there until he had to move to avoid being hit by the inward swinging door. He quickly scampered to a bar stool and asked the man at the counter " One pinna colada triple shooter please. " The man smiled because he'd have $15 for the pinna colada and an extra $6 for the triple shot of alcohol. He mixed up the drink with ease because he had years of experience and he handed him the drink and had his palm open gesturing towards Kane's wallet with his head. He gladly gave him the $21 and dumped three quarters of his drink in the trash giving the illusion of that he drank a lot. He walked towards the men's restroom and seeing no one was there practiced his stumble and the slurr in his voice. He laughed at the simplicity of this seemingly life threatening job. He stumbled out of the men's restroom and hobbled towards where the hookers were. He picked out four who looked greedy and took every bit of money they could. He paid the four ladies twenty dollars each for a dance. He was " drunk " though he danced good keeping up easily with the women. Then he said he would pay them two grand if they came outside in the alley with him. All of their heads turned and looked at the bulging wallet that stuck out of Kane's pocket and they all nodded enthusiastically.
Laughing and hooting he walked out into the alleyway and tossed one thousand of the two towards the walled off section of the alley. The money fluttered down and the girls scooped up the money like vultures on a cow carcass. The genius part of his plan was that the money was all five dollar bills and loonies. While they were scavenging he fixed his posture withdrew 3 makeshift gags from his pocket and a small blade. Now his plan fell together like a puzzle piece. He ran up the the women and gaged two of them. The other two started to run and he ran after them, tripped them and gagged them, then threw them with the rest by the wall. He stepped towards them and his knife whizzed in the air as he flicked it around boredily. He carved a different letter into the arms of the ladies. The letters were " K" "A" "N" and "E" just for the heck of it. He put the knife in a sheath and withdrew a glock and grabbed a garbage bag from the side. He put the garbage bag against one of the ladies faces put the gun against the bag and pulled the trigger making a muffled bang. He repeated the process with the other three and looked at the four limp bodies in front of him. He then drew a thin though sturdy fencing sword and a broad bladed long sword. He then hacked and cut at the bodies with fury and rage that he stores from past memories and he hacked at the four bodies hearing bones snap and the sound of metal cutting flesh. He then cleaned and put back the fencing sword and maintained a two handed grip on the long sword. The sword came in from seemingly all directions. He used thrusts horizontal cut side strike downward cut. The sound of bones breaking became more common and he started to hack at the limbs severing them one by one. He caught his breath and put the sword away. " Now.. " he murmured to himself " time for the grand finale!" Kane took off his hat and removed a jar that was labelled " Decomposition formula " He poured the bottle evenly on the four, took his money back, and started dragging limbs into the empty street. He arranged the limbs and torsos in the middle of the road to spell " Kane " for an extra dramatic effect. Just in case someone saw him he shape shifted into the figure of a 18 year old teen and decided to remain this form for several days. He then hopped into his truck, drove away, and ended back where it all started. He walked into the small building just as the grandfather clock rang 1 time meaning it was 1:00 A.M. Kane yawned, cleaned the blood off himself and walked into a hallway that had one door at the end. He opened the door to reveal a bed with a flat screen tv and a radio. He turned the TV on and fell asleep easily. He lightly snored as the current events flashed in his head as he slept.
Post by Nathaniel Graham on Oct 21, 2015 23:47:24 GMT -5
After nightfall, it hadn't taken the young man very long to locate his quarry. A young vampire, freshly turned, with a particular interest in redheads. Much as Gram had expected. After staking out the gas station for a few hours, the young man had watched a pretty redheaded woman pull up and head inside for whatever reason. As she was coming back out, he noticed the vampire lurking in the shadows near her car. It had knocked the woman unconscious and tossed her into the trunk of her own car before driving away.
Gram had followed discreetly, of course. Eventually, they'd come to a cabin in the woods. The young man was sure to stop some distance away and throw on his goggles before approaching the place stealthily, his shotgun at the ready. The windows had been covered but Nate had managed a quick peak through a gap. The scene inside was somewhat disturbing but it only managed to confirm for him that he'd found the right place.
After determining that the vampire was alone with the girl, Gram had entered, catching the supe by surprise with a drum full of silver slugs. The girl, unfortunately, could not be saved. Mores the pity. He discreetly disposed of the bodies and anything suspicious to be found in the cabin. The girl's car he dumped along the highway.
His job in Alberta finished, Nathaniel Gram III climbed into his vehicle and left.