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Don't play dead || Kendall&Geoffery
It was rather tough and long day in work for Kendall. Two complicated operations in a row and yet there was still many other patients, waiting for their appointment. Even immortal could get tired of this mess, repeating on and on almost every single day. Maybe after all, having such a good reputation as a cardiac surgeon, wasn't that good idea as he thought at the beginning of his career.
Still, the day was not going to end soon. Tired and bored with his job already, Kendall walked out from the hospital to take a break. Almost immediately a cigarette appeared between his fingers.
Sessions II Kerian and Chad
Chad was sitting out in the chair with his leg shaking and started to bite at his nails. He dreaded therapy, but he feared going to a hospital even more; that was the deal: therapy or institution. He started fidgeting, looking at the clock and counting every second until it was his turn. He ran his hands over his head before getting up and starting to pace around the hallway, the boredom just making him more anxious. He looked at the clock again then groaned in frustration and then going to the therapists door and pushing it open, about to say something but he was cut off by the loud thud and bang of the door hitting someone. His eyes widen and he froze there for a moment before slowly shutting the door and sitting back in his seat, hoping he at least didn't hit the therapist.
The Falling Angle And The Rising Demon. ||Emrys&Nicros
Emrys was in the middle of his daily run, wearing only gym shorts, his seven year old golden retriever jogging along side of him. His music leaked from the headphones so he almost missed the low bark as Bella spotted a man on the beach, a man who wasn't moving. The demi-god slid to a stop and pulled the headphones out, natural healer instincts kicking in half a second later as he ran to the mans side.
He placed his ear to the man's chest and breathed a sigh of relief, a strong steady beat filled the chest cavity. He pulled out his water bottle and gently placed it to the strangers lips, tipping it a bit to make the water flow. Bright green eyes scan his body, looking for any injuries, before turning to Bella and speaking to her in Italian. The dog bounded off to go and retrieve Emrys cell phone
It's the Apocalypse ... take 2! {closed RP}
You know, after the Winchesters saved the world, after they literally stopped the motherfucking Apocalypse in it's tracks, the world could have been peaceful, at least for a little while. Of course, it wasn't. And they had to save it again. They were always saving it from/in danger of losing it to demons or some other kind of supernatural monster. Fortunately, they always won.
Well, they won when they were fighting the right enemy. But after fighting so long to keep it safe, they lost it ... to the zombies. That just didn't seem right - after all their hard work. But it had happened. And now, instead of fighting demons, the Winchesters were ganking zombies, with some very unlikely allies on their side.
Meeting a Fallen Angel | Closed RP
It wasn't often that Loki came to Central Park, and that was because of all the damn people and no doubt the slew of questions he'd get from said people, no usually he kept to his little woods and relaxed there, going to the city a few times for drinks, partying or what have you. When he did come to the large expanse of park though, he came at night. No one was there, it was dark and the sounds of whatever wildlife calmed him to an alarming degree.
Drinks and small talk || Jardine& Cameron
This would happen to him. Jardine would get lose in a city he knew almost nothing about and no one in it. He sighed heavily as he looked around at all the people that were hurrying about him, getting to where they need to be. He thought about asking one of them, but everyone seemed to have that 'don't talk to me, don't touch me, don't bother me' look on their face so be thought better not. As he was walked along he stumbled upon a bar, and he thought that he could ask someone in there for directions, or at the very least get a beer.
Bloody Stranger || @damned-and-broken
What a long day! Joanna thought to herself as she stretched her cramped limbs and sighed in satisfaction. She undid the apron around her waist and hung it on the rack on the wall before throwing her jacket on and proceeding to head out the door.
It'd been a rather long and busy day at the cafe, and Joanna had spent her day off helping her family serve the customers. An unconscious smile spread on her lips as she pushed the door open. Maybe working at the cafe might not be a bad idea, she thought as she locked the door. At least it was a backup plan if she decided not to work for the Brotherhood anymore.
Well I'll have a bit of time to think about that, she told herself as she turned around. It's not like I plan on leaving anytime-
Joanna froze in her tracks, nearly losing her balance on the steps as she gasped at the horrible sight in front of her. She blinked a few times, shaking her head.
Nope.
It was still there in front of her, and she hadn't been seeing things. The man still laid in a crumpled and bloody heap on the ground in front of her. Running down the few short steps, she made her way over to the man and knelt down in front of him, turning him around.
"My god, what happened to you?"