#rxbcurn

[blindednephilim]

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   When people started dying in a small town, residents noticed, especially if those deaths were in strange and unusual ways. Rumors and speculations traveled fast until everyone had a theory. As an outsider in any town he visited, Griffin was often the subject of those theories. That normally let to less than favorable encounters with police which had Griffin fleeing town before things could escalate. Sometimes he was lucky and heard about the deaths before he became the target of suspicion. Most times, Griffin didn’t even know someone had died until he was being interrogated in a parking lot.

   It made it difficult to avoid hunters that way.

   So when Griffin realized he was being followed, there was a split second where he considered running, but the idea of getting tackled into the ground didn’t sound too appealing if it actually was just a police officer behind him. Slowly, Griffin turned around.

     “Whatever you think I did, it wasn’t me.” 

[penguinpositivity]

@rxbcurn

[deanmcn]

  ‘  don’t take everything so seriously. one smile can work miracles.’

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[angelblccded]

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   The woman was DEAD. Normally when ten year olds found a dead body, they sprinted away screaming, but Nathan couldn’t remember how to move his feet. Her eyes were closed with dark strands blown across her face from the light wind. A silver colored knife stuck out of her chest. She wasn’t bloody, but that wasn’t what Nathan was staring at. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the shape of huge wings BURNT into the ground beneath her.

   Gravel crunching behind him had the boy blinking and distractedly looking over his shoulder, only to freeze in terror at the sight of a man right behind him. Nathan spun around. “I–– I didn’t do this! I heard her–– I HEARD HER SCREAM. I just found her.” He couldn’t exactly tell the man he heard her scream in his head from miles away in his math class. Blue eyes lowered to the knife in the man’s hands then snapped back to the knife in the woman’s chest. They were IDENTICAL. Nathan backed away. “I swear, I swear I didn’t. I didn’t do it. I didn’t. Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Don’t––– don’t hurt me.”

[vvenator]

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   There wasn’t much to the house. Two levels, a cellar, and a thin wrap around porch. The siding’s paint had already begun to peel after the winter weathering. The surrounding grass was a brilliant green, contrasting against the blue home. Margot reached over the bed of her truck and lugged out a leather clad traveling bag. It was going to be a nice weekend. A few beers, maybe some barbecue, and no work. The roaring sound of her friend’s car filled the stale summer air. She hadn’t expected him to be on time. 

         “Look at you.”

She smiled. It hadn’t been so long since she’d seen him last but he looked a little different each time. 

[notmyjeepyoucreep]

Name your poison|| Stiles & Dean

@rxbcurn

The bar was moderately full that Thursday night, fuller than you would probably expect during the week. The thing about this bar is, called only “The Tavern” catered to a very special clientele. It is one of its kinds for at least the next fifty, if not hundred miles. A bar where Supernaturals and humans could openly mingle. 

Its owner, Stiles Stilinski, had invested blood, sweat and money to layer the building with wards and restrictions, making sure that creatures would be protected if someone unknowing stumbled upon them, keeping the building safe and up to date, even giving him the possibility to turn it into a fort, and make it one of the safest places in existence. 

Wards - well, wards were his specialty, mostly because they had been Deaton’s too, and that man had been his first mentor after all. As an opening gift, Deaton had supplied him with a rather tricky spell, prohibiting all violence inside of his bar, except by him of course.  Just in case. 

It made his bar a popular spot for people to meet up and he was proud of it really. Proud of what he had built here. 

He turns away from a group of nymphs giggling at him, to look at whoever had just entered the bar. They were new and looked human - a hunter. It only took him a couple of seconds to figure that one out. “Either go back to your car and store your weapons there, or hand them over. “ Stiles says as he walks back behind the counter, pointing to the sign next to the door. 

[delabor]

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[resurgem]

» rxbcurn​ liked for a starter.

    The bar in the town closest to her cabin wasn’t the BEST place for a girl like her. HUNTERS & MONSTERS alike were both likely to frequent the establishment, but Calli was so HUNGRY that she didn’t care. Usually, she’d let herself DIE so her body could heal itself, but she was too BUSY for that now. So here she was, lingering off to the sides, PICK-POCKETING the people who were way too DRUNK to notice, blissfully unaware that MONSTERS were lurking nearby.