Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast

Call me Genesis. Yes, a hunter named after a book in the bible, never heard that joke before. Twenty four, hunter, alone. And I would rather keep it that way. Unless you've got a job for me, fuck off, 'kay? {Indie RP blog. OC for the show Supernatural, but will roleplay with anyone, any fandom. Tracking huntergenesis.}

[fromthekindlywest-blog]

HAPPY APOCALYPSE

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[hunter-genesis-blog]

+reecy-reece

[rollingreece-deactivated2013090]

“Mhm,” he mumbled, covering his mouth as he gave a quick yawn. “Well, uh, it was nice… doing accidental business with you?” He smiled lightly, trying to light the mood a little. “Well.. Good luck with your job and all,” he nodded quickly, his lips pulled together. He was still second-guessing his judgement on the girl, but she seemed… okay. He furrowed his eyebrows and nodded slowly, his arms crossing over his chest again, “Oh, and, um, good luck.. again,” he said over his shoulder as he walked back into his house.

[hunter-genesis-blog]

Moving to his neighbor's door, she waited until he was back in his apartment fully before tugging out her cell and pretending to type in a number, keeping up the crying as she spoke quietly about the address and then swiped at her eyes, false hanging up and making to leave. Now, if the witch had been watching, she had the alibi that the address had been completely wrong. Time to get back to her hotel room and plan.

[catwalkclub]

[hunter-genesis-blog]

+reecy-reece

[rollingreece-deactivated2013090]

Reece sighed softly, pushing his hair out of his face, nodding to the left. “He.. or she,  um, they should be over there,” he nodded again slowly. Reece wasn’t the best neighbor, since he usually kept too himself and such. He’d just..read, or draw, or do something with art. And every now and then he would practice magic, but since he was still a ‘beginner’, he didn’t want to blow anything up, or something horrible like that. “If they aren’t the right ones, then try over there,” he nodded towards the right, his lips twitching into a soft smile.

[hunter-genesis-blog]

Lip quivering slightly, she pulled another weak, shaky smile and nodded graciously, wiping at her eyes yet again. "Uhm, th-thanks." The words were barely more than a whisper as she bit down on her lower lip, backing a few steps away from the witch's door. That was the witch, alright. She'd gotten a good look behind him, into his home, and had signaled out two spellbooks on a bookshelf. "Again, I am s-so sorry to have b-bothered you, S-Sir."

[hunter-genesis-blog]

+dreamtupa-goddamn-beach

[fischerdreamsofbeaches]

Robert was feeling uneasy. He wasn’t sure whether to watch her or to stare at the floor like a child about to be disciplined. He didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable than she may have already been, so he settled for the nearly embarrassing substitute of staring blankly at the ground beneath his shoes. 

He glanced up when she sighed, the noise was like a cue for his gaze to be lifted. He watched as her gaze fell in a similar fashion to his, just moments before. He inhaled sharply, the air filling out his chest. “Apology accepted, certainly.” He bit at his lower lip, his teeth making an impression in the tender flesh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize… I can’t really help how I look.” He made a loose gesture with his hand towards himself. He knew what it was like to lose someone dear to himself, and when he followed the lines of her motion, he saw the rings she wore. He knew instantly what those would have meant for her. It nearly made him cringe at the thought. “My condolences to you.”

[hunter-genesis-blog]

As she shifted her minimal weight from one leg to the other, the woman pressed her lips together, hard, and gave a small, pained smile. The walls, it seemed, had been penetrated and turned to dust. It was annoying to feel so vulnerable before someone she didn't know at all. The feeling was akin to the way one's stomach drops on a roller-coaster as they raced down the highest hill, and it was in no way pleasant.

"Yeah, I know you can't. Sorry. Bad day to begin with. I'm not usually that much of a bitch. Sorry." The words were stilted, unused. They felt out of place in her mouth, the apologies. So much so that she again shifted her weight, crossing her arms over her stomach. "Happened a while ago, 's fine." No, it wasn't fine. She'd come home to a murdered husband and an empty life. It had only been two years, not at all a sufficient amount of time for anything to be fine. Nothing was fine, and it wouldn't ever be fine again. Shoulders slouching slightly, her gaze dropped to the ground again.

[hunter-genesis-blog]

+reecy-reece

[rollingreece-deactivated2013090]

Reece’s lips had now turned into a frown as he watched the girl cry? He shook his head, at this point, not knowing if the girl was acting or not. He sighed softly and crossed his arms over his chest. “No, no, it’s um,” he stood up straight, letting his arms drop down to his side again, “No. It’s okay.. really,” he said in a soft tone as he tried to calm her down. “You didn’t.. pull me away from anything important, so don’t worry about it. And people make mistakes all the time, so, really. It’s fine.”

[hunter-genesis-blog]

Wiping at her eyes with desperation, she gave a watery smile, stepping back a step. "N-No, I....S-Sorry. I....I d-didn't mean to...to, uhm, f-fall apart on you. Sorry. I j-just really need this job and....yeah." Wiping at her eyes again, Genesis looked down and shuffled her feet, biting at her lower lip. "Sorry, a-again. I...I'll j-just, uhm....go....t-to your n-neighbor. Wh-Which way d-d-do I go?" Once more swiping tears from under her eyes, a shaky smile continued to accompany her words. This was almost too easy.

[hunter-genesis-blog]

+reecy-reece

[rollingreece-deactivated2013090]

Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Reece listened to the blond closely. the little gap he had in his mouth slowly closed as he listened, his eyebrows soon furrowing together again. “Oh, uh..” It took his half-asleep brain awhile to register what she was saying. “Verizon?” He asked, his voice soft and sheepish. It took him awhile, but his brain finally clicked that she was lying. “Oh, um.. I don’t have Verizon. Are you sure you’re at the right house? ‘Cause my, um, neighbors have Verizon,” he mumbled, leaning against the threshold, his guard on alert. 

[hunter-genesis-blog]

Brow furrowing slightly, ever the actress, Genesis glanced down at her hand, where she'd scrawled the address of the witch in front of her. "Uhhhm, my boss gave me this address, I think. I mean, I have it here. Wrote it down on my hand because I sort of lose a lot of papers daily." She said with a sheepish laugh, showing him the ink on her hand. "But maybe I have the wrong house? I mean, he, uhm...shit. I'm super sorry, this is like, my first day on the job and I probably wrote down the wrong address and I-I...." She blinked, hard, letting false tears come to her eyes. "S-Sorry. Uhm, yeah, it's.....p-probably your neighbors, uhm, sorry."

[hunter-genesis-blog]

+dreamtupa-goddamn-beach

[fischerdreamsofbeaches]

Robert wasn’t naive or stupid, and he beginning to see that this woman had more than just this banter up her sleeve as she was becoming defensive. He had dealt with prostitutes and whores, and she wasn’t like them. “I’m certain I shall, in a moment.” His smile had begun to disappear. “As soon as I’m sure I haven’t entirely offended you. And if that offends you, so be it, I’ll leave after I give an apology.” He wasn’t going to be known by anyone for not being a gentleman, if he could help it.

“I apologize for wounding you.” He replied. “Well, I could call you a few other things that came to mind, but ‘rude’ seemed to cover them all fairly well. Besides, I prefer simplicity.” He ran his hand through his hair, lifting his gaze upwards. “I don’t know how I managed to get on your bad side. Oh, well, I did ask if you were bothered by me, but I was sure you were irritated by me, before then.”

[hunter-genesis-blog]

....Damn it. He was making her feel bad. Bad about being rude to him. Truthfully, his appearance is what had set her off. He had in common three things with her dead husband: blue-blue eyes, dark hair, and they were about the same height. And their hair was cut in a similar fashion, really, so four things. Seeing someone who reminded her in appearance of Scott so much had brought up bad feelings, sad feelings, feelings she preferred hiding from those around her.

Sighing slightly, a sigh more deeply tired than irate or angry, her gaze dipped to the floor after a moment. "My apologies. You...Remind me of someone I lost. Caught me off guard." She muttered quietly, fingers fiddling with wedding band and engagement ring she had refused to take off. Walls were what kept her safe, and what made her cold and harsh towards others. Feeling those walls crumble because this annoying man who looked too much like Scott for her to be comfortable made her feel bad for being mean, Genesis struggled to throw them back up again, gaze rising to meet his after another moment.

[hunter-genesis-blog]

+reecy-reece

[rollingreece-deactivated2013090]

Reece, who had been trying to fall asleep for maybe about an hour or too, finally gave up and moved downstairs to watch TV. He sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair, his eyebrows hitching together as he heard a knock on his door. He thought he would just ignore it, but he found himself getting up and opening the front door, “Um,” he cleared his throat, “Hello?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at the female.

[hunter-genesis-blog]

Giving her brightest, sweetest smile, Genesis raised a hand in a wave. "Hello! I'm Susan Wright, here for Verizon. We've been having a bit of complication with our systems, and I was sent here to make sure everything's been running smoothly for you! Someone should have called? Super sorry if you weren't notified, the, uhm...phone operators is what I think we call them, but they sometimes slack off. So yeah!" She chirped, appearing all the pretty, sweet if somewhat nervous saleslady. It sickened her to be so perky to a witch, but she knew killing him first time about wouldn't work, it never did.

[hunter-genesis-blog]

+theamazingarlen

[theamazingarlen-deactivated2013]

For a moment, Arlen’s chest swelled with pride. He rarely felt like this, but he was glad that this, seemingly dangerous, woman knew what he was talking about and that he had taken her slightly off guard. No one ever expected half the things he said, or rather, the things he knew. He chuckled at her question of who he was, she was most definitely a hunter. He didn’t mind of course, he was perhaps the intellectual version of her. He chased down ‘specials’ like himself, but rather than kill them he simply stored their name, age and ability in his ever growing mental file cabinet. “I’m Arlen Talpson, pleasure to be speaking with you.” He saw the calluses on her hand, and knew she was far stringer than even he had thought, and suddenly he felt much smaller, more insignificant. It may been a fleeting glance but the insecurities flashed over his expressive eyes. 

[hunter-genesis-blog]

Eyes narrowing again at the chuckle, she relaxed slightly when a name was given. Good, human response, that was. Watching him with pursed lips, a small smirk quirked her lips at the insecure look dancing over his eyes momentarily. Little details like that never escaped her. "Yeah, nice to meet you, Arlen. I'm Genesis." If this Arlen man was not a hunter, who, or rather, what, was he? Perhaps a psychic? They could have any build and be awkward and have a slight stammer. Or maybe just some odd nerd who happened to know books on killing witches. Then again, that didn't seem to fit. There was something about him that made the hunter know he knew. Knew about hunters, about demons and ghosts and other things that went bump in the night, if not even a little bit. "So, Arlen. Why do you know about these books?" A wave of her hand motioned to the two books laying in front of her on the table.

[hunter-genesis-blog]

+reecy-reece

She'd been searching for the goddamn witch for days. Days. She knew he was in this town, and male, and probably young, but this place was filled with young males. Of fucking course it was. But now, now Genesis had pinned down where the bitch lived, and had come to his door all nice. Raising a hand, she knocked sharply against the wood, disguise in place, false ID in pocket. She was a saleswoman, at the moment, here to scope out the witch.

[hopeyou-findthatswimmingpool]

You know what I really want to happen?

Everyone who was born before the end of 2012 should all pretend the apocalypse actually happened in December. Like we should all have our war stories and pretend to be veterans and tell our kids and grand kids stories about when we defeated the zombies. And we should write about it in history textbooks and say that people who deny that it ever happened just had their minds wiped by the aliens.

Oops I am nightblogging at 8:30.

[the-fisher-queen]

[hunter-genesis-blog]

+dreamtupa-goddamn-beach

[fischerdreamsofbeaches]

Crossing his arm over his chest, he blew air out slowly from between pursed lips. Honestly, woman… What was up with these crazy females? He had come to the conclusion that it couldn’t be him. It had to be something else. “Then I would love to make your day.” His eyes narrowed at her, a smile spreading across his face, mocking hers.

“On occasion, I get distracted by my thoughts. I was hardly thinking about you, however.” Robert didn’t think there could be much to think about this woman, despite how incredibly bitchy she was to strangers. He had heard that nickname before, and it reminded him of Frank Sinatra every time, much to his annoyance. He tipped his head to her. “Well I don’t need anything, especially from someone as incredibly rude as I find you to be.”

[hunter-genesis-blog]

"Please do. I would be honored." Genesis continued the false smile and upbeat tone of voice. It was beyond annoying, how this man obviously thought he knew all there was to know about her. She could tell by the way he was looking at her he thought she was just another bitchy chick roaming the streets. Just another bitchy chick who could kill you faster than you can blink she thought, ever so tempted to whip out her gun, which was holstered at her hip and hidden sufficiently by her long jacket, and just shoot him between the eyes. That would make her no better than the monsters she sought to kill, though, so she kept herself from doing so.

"Oh, you wound me." She responded with a slight sneer, once more rolling her eyes. "Trust me, dear, rude is the least of things I've been called tonight." Another truth rolled from her lips easily as she leaned back on her heels slightly. "And I need nothing from someone as asinine as you. Seems we're in the same boat, blue-eyes."

[howthedreamgoes]

[hunter-genesis-blog]

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

My AK-47.

[hunter-genesis-blog]

+theamazingarlen

[theamazingarlen-deactivated2013]

At first he was a little startled, but he shook it off quickly, he worked for the government, of course he knew witches and demons existed. It was an entirely different department than him, but he knew enough about it. “Well then, if then I would also suggest Belief in Witch. It’s a bit more modern, and has some great fighting tactics.” He surprised himself a bit, but of course he was always confident in his knowledge  as she could never forget, or warp the things he remembered. He took a half a step to the side, and sat in an overstuffed chair. His hands drummed nervously on his bag, and he was perched precariously on the edge of his chair. Arlen was beginning to wonder if this woman was one of the ‘hunters’ the bureau had been discussing as of late.

[hunter-genesis-blog]

Canting her head to the side even more, Genesis reached down to the bag sitting at her feet and drew out the recommended book, holding it up by her face to show him. "Already have." Watching this gangly, somewhat awkward looking man almost cautiously, the hunter narrowed her eyes slightly and looked him over. No way he was a hunter as well. Too.....everything that wasn't very hunter-y. All awkward angles and stuttered speech. But he had taken the fact she was planning on killing a witch in stride and recommended a book about it. Setting the tome down on the cafe table, slender, calloused hands folded slightly. "And just who are you?"

[hunter-genesis-blog]

+foreverstuckinthisworld

[foreverstuckinthisworld-deactiv]

Ella had been walking around her ex-fiancee’ s  villa for a while now. “Oh what a pity… died so young..” She smirked then heard footsteps. She immediately tensed and listened for their next move.

[hunter-genesis-blog]

A voice echoed about the area, odd in quality. Genesis knew what the dead sounded like, bitter, echoing, cold. It took hardly a second for her to press herself to a wall and begin creeping towards the source of the voice, carefully clicking the safety off.