Hunting for the killers. [Closed Supernatural RP for finflipfefris]
Hunting. Family business crap. Shitty jobs. Lying about your life. Running. Trying to stay alive. Running. Hiding. All those fucking deaths.
Thats her job. It was her job from the start when she was born. She already lost Bro. Dirk was no where to be found and her twin, Dave... She couldn't even think about him at this moment. Her life was a fucked up joy ride for the evil sons of bitches.
She was about 18, driving her car into a new town for a new job. Four deaths. Same methods too. It was obviously something that had to do with supernatural shit. Right up her alley. She drove her car around the town. It looked small. Perfect for a monster to eat. She parked her car next to a coffee place. Walking up to it, she caught the eye of a suspicious person. Only then did she realize that she had walked into a town full of trolls.
Great. Just great. Now how was she going to find the killers? Just ask all these goddamn trolls? Okay okay.
She went up to the trolls eyeing her. "Sup." She called, reaching into her pocket to pull out a FBI badge. "I'm Agent Strider. I'd like to ask you a few questions."
