Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
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The gates creaked, the seats on the rides screeched as the wind blew on by and if that wasn't enough the blowing fliers and papers rolling upon the ground created enough noise to keep him on full alert. It was like every little noise was out to get him, and unfortunately this particularly wasn't the best course of action he could take-- The demon in here didn't seem like the most child friendly type, and the last thing Graham needs is a developed phobia of clowns and other amusement or circus fairing folk. Prowling on unknown turf, it's turf, seemed a little unorthodox and possibly foolish however he wasn't going to let a little thing like that stop him.
Earlier today Graham had caught wind of a demon who likes to play with puppets, not really understanding the full extent of what he meant Graham was surprised to see bodies being dragged along hooked up like marionettes, dead but all the same it left it's mark. Graham was no expert, but he assumed that the demon hooked them up alive before playing with it's toys and the pain was just too much.
So like any concerned citizen or ex-Wing Brigade he felt that it required some form of intervention aka exorcism. Good thing this wasn't the first demon Graham had tango'd with but it certainly was the most creative if not sickening. Of course, that's all he needed was one hellish nut job to stand out from the bunch and draw up all of these concerns. Last thing Graham needs is to be the demons Pinocchio bitch, not like he was a real boy to begin with.
Placing his hand up against the stone wall of a bathroom structure outside, he peered around a corner to a large building, theater like, where perhaps they preformed shows or puppet shows for the children during the afternoon. There was a flickering light illuminating the entrance way, possibly a candle light or a very bad light bulb that could possibly be on fire. Power was shut off in the park, so candle seemed like the logical solution.
Graham kept near the wall of the bathroom structure, flush. He would have to sprint over to the theater building, it wasn't too far and he doubted this demon was working with anyone else. It didn't seem to have any form of security system, looks like it wasn't expecting company. Nodding his head, Graham was about to charge forward with the plan of ridding the world of this demon and sending it back to hell, however his ears perked and he caught wind of a sound-- It wasn't a ride seat, or one of the gates, or a flyer blowing in the wind. This was foot-steps. The demon? He should be inside no?
Graham looked around franticly, and sulked against the wall more flushed trying to conceal himself in the shadow of the building however the moonlight might make that a bit difficult. However, he remain motionless until he could catch a better glimpse at this uninvited guest-- Not that Graham filled out a RSVP himself.
The stench of death was thick in the air. It coated Sully’s nose and mouth and clung to her skin. A shower along with a full blown mouth cleansing was going to be needed after this. She was glad she didn’t have a weak stomach or the steak tortillas she’d eaten for lunch earlier would be coating the cracked asphalt behind the theater.
Sully had dealt with demons before, but not one like this. Most demons were twisted bastards, there was no denying that. They came up with the cruelest, horrid things to torture humans with. This particular one though took the proverbial evil cake. She iced it to.
Mostly when Sully thought of demons she thought of males, but she caught a glimpse of this one as she walked into the theater. Leggy, blond wavy hair, and killer blue eyes. Demons always seemed to take model type people. Well at least when it was a woman. She wondered if it was a rule in the demon handbook or something. It had to be listed under criteria for meat suit.
No matter what they looked like though they were all the same on the inside. One hundred percent, pure A-grade evil. This bitch had an A+ in sick, twisted, demented horror. Sully had been hunting for a long time now, and she’d never seen anything like it.
Marionette puppets. The creepy little doll looking things that people attached strings to so they could dance and interact on a small stage. The demon had decided to upgrade that to a life size version using an old abandoned theater and real life people. Sully figured that at one point they were alive, but demons didn’t care to feed them, or let them go to the bathroom, so her real life puppets turned into real dead puppets relatively quick.
Sully snuck in the back door, easing through the old props. They were covered in dust, worn with age, and for the moment they were providing the best kind of cover. Demons were good, but they didn’t know everything. The only way blondie was going to know if
Sully was around was if she made her presence known, and Sully wasn’t planning on doing that until she was half way through an exorcism. Well okay maybe not halfway, but she didn’t have the time to make a devils trap. She was winging this.
Sully had her bow slung over her shoulder, the quiver resting on her back. She also had a gun sitting in the small of her back and a vial of holy water in her back pocket. Some of the arrows were specially made with small vials of holy water in between the teeth. They were great in a pinch, but expensive as hell to have made.
Working her way through the props, Sully came to left stage. The curtain was thick, and perhaps once it was a bright maroon. Now it was dingy and bugs had gotten to parts of it, eating through the fabric. Sully made sure to stay behind the wall, but she had a clear view of center stage. There was a family, long dead and decomposing hanging from the rafters. There was makeup painted on their faces, their eyes held open by death or magic.
Anger washed over Sully. There was nothing she could do to save them, but there was something she could do to make sure this didn’t happen to another family. At least for a while. When she sent the demon to hell, it would take a while before it was able to climb back out again.
Graham had watched the figure enter the back door of the theater, blinking several times he scurried across the way towards the door. He couldn't make out who it was but judging by the figure it might have woman. One would figure the moonlight would help give him some sort of better look but it was still fairly dark and she was a great deal away before entering the back door of the theater. Was she the demon? Or was it the demon? Wouldn't it just use the front door? All of these questions mulled in his noggin' as one did not, was she a Hunter? That and, was it really a she?
Graham had waited several seconds before walking in through the back door, he deliberately counted with his fingers 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi. As he stepped in he was welcomed with the rancid stench of corpses it nearly made him gag, he took a couple steps back and looked like he was about to sneeze he was so appalled but he put his sleeve over his nose and treked on. He noticed that there were props that were still swaying from their position so Graham had decided to do his best on being sneaky and not making too much noise to his moonlighted companion of the evening.
It was weird, he couldn't really comprehend people willingly putting themselves into danger like this with creatures that could cause this much destruction and this much-- Evil. Then again why does Graham do it? Because he's a Fallen Angel? That seemed kind of lame and semi-pretentious. To each their own.
He didn't see much of anything aside from her backside but he supposed it was nothing to complain about. Other then that she and other things around her obstructed his view. To decorate the scenery of her backside there seemed to be a whole demon fighting arsenal. That made Graham realize he wasn't dealing with the demon or some other thing, this was a person, a Hunter.
"Psst." He said as he seemed to be hunched over as if it improved his stealth. But that was all he said, all he wanted was to get her attention and what happened next would determine the next course of action. If she were a Hunter it might be easier to take the crazy demon thing down, though on the other hand a lot of Hunters he's heard are very crotchety to team up with one another. Oh life, how funny you can be sometimes when throwing two people together in a theater smelly that rancid smell of not so fresh corpses.
Sully had pulled her bow off her shoulder, propping her elbows on the cold stage floor. The bow was drawn back, an arrow set firmly in place with one of her expensive ones. The one with a holy water vial in the center of it. The one that would burn the crap out of a demon giving her enough time to trap it in a salt circle before sending its sick ass back to hell.
Looking down the sight she got glimpse of the demon as she moved through the rows of seats. She seemed agitated, as if she couldn’t quite find the right place to sit. No view seemed to be good enough for her. Either that or maybe someone stuck a tack in the seat and the demon was constantly getting her ass stabbed. Sully hoped for the latter.
She couldn’t consciously see how any being wanted to harm people this way. Sully truly couldn’t wrap her mind around it. Knowing what it was like to be hit, kicked, spit on, and worse since she was eight, was enough to make this hunt personal for Sully. There were kids hanging from those strings, and you didn’t do that to kids. She figured even demons would have an ethics code. In any society. Human, not human whatever, there should be a kids off limit sign.
Anger washed through her veins at the decaying corpses on the string. They had been a family, once happy and whole. Then this fucking bitch had come into their life and destroyed it. Taken away their sunshine and rainbows replacing it with what was probably a slow, agonizing death full of darkness and misery. In Sully’s mind that required a slow, torturous death. One that was more agonizing than what the family had endured.
Unfortunately she wasn’t at liberty to do that. Demons were too sneaky. Too unpredictable, and too quick to kill if they got the upper hand on her. That meant a quick, clean death that they didn’t deserve, but they always got, unlike the victims they preyed upon.
Sully pulled the string back, aiming for her eye. It was her favorite place to hit a demon with her arrows. They always screamed, pulled out the arrow and were an eyeball less for the effort. It made her smile in her special happy place. Well that and it gave her all the distraction she needed to in and exorcise them. "Psst."
It was low, subtle, and it was all it took for Sully to roll over on her back the arrow now aimed at the head of whoever was talking to her. She took in his appearance quickly. Hunched over, young, blonde hair, blue eyes…pretty damn hot, but a threat to her none the less.
Keeping her eye trained on him, but knowing the danger that now lay behind her, she kept a fierce glare on him and whispered in a very hushed tone. “You got thirty seconds to give me a reason why I shouldn’t shoot you. Then when you’ve explained that you need to give me another one since you just stopped me from takin’ down the thing that strung them people up.”
Sully’s aim was unwavering. She’d held onto a bow long enough that her arm was well adjusted. The peep sight was adjusted to her height and eye and the arrow she planned to put through the demon would now go through the man who had distracted her. It was a shame to waste such an expensive arrow, but if he were a demon it wouldn’t be waste. Then again if he were a demon he would have already attacked her. Either way, the arrow in her bow was meant for the demon in front of the stage and she was pissed that this man had drawn her attention away.
He wasn't sure what surprised him more; the fact that the woman Hunter (Huntress? Hunteress? Lady Hunter?) was actually pretty damn fine looking and perhaps Graham detected a little bit of fire in her, or the fact she was using some gehtto equipment, mostly refering to her bow and arrow but however with further examination of the weapon pointed at him he noticed a little something odd about the arrows, gave him a sort of odd tingle that he wouldn't nessessarily describe as totally off-putting, compelling maybe? Or was that the hot chick about to Robin Hood his face with an arrow?
“You got thirty seconds to give me a reason why I shouldn’t shoot you. Then when you’ve explained that you need to give me another one since you just stopped me from takin’ down the thing that strung them people up.” Graham scratched his chin and narrowed his eyes, she didn't seem very hospitable but then again he supposed someone coming out of nowhere diverting your attention from what she claims was her 'kill shot' could be a little frusteration and flick an irritated nerve.
"Well, how about you explain why I shouldn't shoot you first," He paused and shifted about for a second, and then patted himself around the waist he suddenly folded his arms and looked about awkwardly. "Well, ok if I had something to shoot you with that'd be a more viable threat but hey I tried." He shrugged his shoulders with his arms still crossed, he didn't take this aim of her's lightly he wouldn't be surprised if she actually did shoot him though that'd be inconvinenent because she was pretty damn fine.
"I was here for the demon but it seems you also accepted it's R.S.V.P for some ass kicking, I was just going to wrangle it and excorsise it but it seems like you're going all Legolas on it," He looked at her, giving her the slight up and the down before scratching his scruffy chin and falling silent to thought. "You're not going to kill the host with those are you?" He didn't know the morals much of other Hunters but he hoped that wasn't her plan with the arrows, they seemed fairly like they'd cause some nasty wounds or perhaps hemorrhaging.
"Listen, you were going to have to excorsise it anyway so why don't I worry about that and you worry about playing Green Arrow, hm?" He tilted his head to the side, it'd make both their lives easier if they teamed the demon that was about to meet it's maker in the most literal sense-- Right? That and it's convinent that they can each focus on one thing.
"Also thinking of hitting Apple Bee's after this, game?"
"Well, how about you explain why I shouldn't shoot you first,"
Sully let out a breath ready to take a shot if a weapon came out in his hands. She would not take the risk of getting shot and would put an arrow through his chest before he could blink. Unfortunately that would probably involve screaming and that would give away her position to the demon. Maybe that was the point, maybe this was a distraction.
"Well, ok if I had something to shoot you with that'd be a more viable threat but hey I tried." Sully raised a brow at him. He was definitely a quirky fella. He seemed to be taking the situation very lightly which unnerved Sully a bit. There was a demon ten feet away from them, and Sully’s back was turned away from it. Yet another thing that was raising her temper a notch. She probably should have attended those court ordered Anger Management classes the judge had given her after being arrested for putting some guy in the hospital.
Technically though, that had been Andrea Carver, not Lane Sullivan. Besides she couldn’t stick around that long. There was another hunt two states over and she had been eager to jump on it. The guy lived, though he walked with a visible limp now. Well at least that’s what the papers had said.
This guy, whoever he was, was coming up on the part of the conversation where Sully broke, bled, maimed, or otherwise incapacitated him. She did not have the patience for this. Not when the corpses of little kids were hanging from meat hooks, the stench of decay wafting off their bodies. Demons were pure evil, but ones that messed with little kids, well Sully took pleasure in ending their existence on earth slowly and painfully.
"I was here for the demon but it seems you also accepted it's R.S.V.P for some ass kicking, I was just going to wrangle it and excorsise it but it seems like you're going all Legolas on it.”
“Legolas ain’t got shit on me,” Sully thought to herself. She was tempted to say it out loud, but just kept her mouth shut as he continued to ramble on. Far be it for her to stop the idiotic speech of the week.
"You're not going to kill the host with those are you?"
Taking the term hunter and throwing it out the window, Sully looked him up and down. He may know about the supernatural, but she didn’t think he did things like this on a regular basis. Actually she was pretty damn sure of it. He was too soft to be a hunter. “If I have to.” She didn’t particularly like killing the hosts, but if it came down to it she would. The alternative was a weekly showing of the Dead Marionette Puppet Theater.
"Listen, you were going to have to exorcise it anyway so why don't I worry about that and you worry about playing Green Arrow, hm?"
Sully’s gaze narrowed. Her arrow was still pointed at his chest. There was something very wrong about this. She just wasn’t sure what it was. “Who the hell comes to a demon fight with no weapons? I can do an excorcism just as well as you can you know? The problem is we have to cripple the bitch so she doesn’t try to make us part of her next performance. If you’ve got a way to do that without me shooting the host than by my guest. If you get yourself killed, it’s not on my head. If you don’t though, shut up and let me get on with it.”
"Also thinking of hitting Apple Bee's after this, game?"
Rolling back over and looking down her sight at the demon Sully snorted. “Darlin’ if we get out of this alive, drinks are on you.”
The demon had picked a seat, towards the center of the theater, a smile playing on her lips. She began waving her hands and a light musical sound began coming out of the speakers. The corpses on hooks began dancing, their eyes opening, lips pulling into smiles. It was by far the creepiest thing Sully had ever seen. She looked over her shoulder at the other man. “Now would be the time if you plan on doing anything.”
Graham wasn't much for exploring what the demons did on their spare time, though he supposed it wasn't a nice friendly game of monopoly with it's friendly demon comrades. This one liked to play with its victims, or it made game of them. Maybe it was its over all goal to make an elaborate puppet and string up the corpses like marionettes for its own amusement. It didn't seem like it was expecting guests, or maybe that was the plan all along.
Graham couldn't help but stare down past the woman with the bow at the dancing twisted happy faces of the women, men, and children who were being flung around by strings to mimic movements and the like for the amusement and pleasure of the demon. Vulgar and horrifying acts that no child, woman, nor man should ever be doing. The demon did have a twisted mind.
“Now would be the time if you plan on doing anything.”
Needless to say like the Green Arrow this woman seems like she is a one woman show. Jumping in, over-powering the demon and exorcising it might raise some pressing questions that he feels like he shouldn't have to answer to someone he just met. So plan B, whatever that was, would have to do. Graham started the exorcism as he raised his hand to telekineticly break the strings that were holding the people up, it was a relatively easy task as it didn't require immense concentration just a bunch of tug and pulls. Still it drained him.
"Priinceps gloriosissime cælestis militiæ, sancte Michaël Archangele, defende nos in prælio et colluctatione, quæ nobis adversus principes." He began saying outloud, hoping that the woman would take her shot with her fancy bow before Graham has to leap twenty feet off stage and tackle the demon to the ground and hold it there by force. Though, she seemed stubborn enough to be considered probably a great Hunter so watch her shoot laser beams from her eyes as well or something like that.
Graham could see the familiar black eyes, he could feel power rising up inside of his own being as he spoke. His affinity with his angelic past makes him feel a lot when pitting up against a demon, one can almost say satisfying catching glimpses of their ugly faces as they find themselves whining that they have to go back to the pit.
Needless to say, he was getting his fill of Applebees.
Sully watched the demon as the other guy began chanting an exorcism. The demon started twitching and jerking its head a shriek tearing from its throat. She turned towards them eyes slitting black. It went to raise its hand. Sully could only figure it meant to fling her or the chanting man across the stage. Having no desire to become its next Marionette puppet Sully quickly readjusted her aim and let the arrow fly.
The exorcism was working quickly and if she didn’t have to kill the host, Sully didn’t want to. If the woman did survive this she would no doubt need therapy for the rest of her life. Therapy she wouldn’t get. No more than likely she’d wind up in a mental institution thinking she’d had some sort of mental break down and killed an entire of family of people. At first maybe she’d think the demon had been real, but unfortunately the cops were not going to stop investigating this. Getting rid of the demon was only half the battle for this woman, but once the black eyed bitch was gone, it was no longer Sully’s problem.
The arrow slammed into the demons shoulder, holy water breaking from the vial and pulling more screams from its mouth. Steam billowed from her skin as she reached over and jerked the arrow out of her skin. Sully was already on her feet, a new arrow drawn and aimed at the demon. She didn’t really want to let it fly.
The demon screamed, falling to its knees and the man continued to chant. Sully kept the arrow aimed, just to be safe, but it didn’t seem she’d need it. Not if he kept doing whatever it was he was doing. Maybe, just maybe the host would survive and they would walk out of here on their own two feet. Maybe, just maybe no other families would have to suffer like this and maybe, just maybe Sully would be having a celebratory drink with a hot guy.
The demon was still screaming and jerking fighting to maintain its place in the human’s body. Whatever the chanting man was saying though was working. The woman’s head was thrown back as a billowing cloud of black smoke escaped through her mouth. Sully lowered the bow, hopping off the stage and running to the woman. Her shoulder was torn up from the demon ripping out the arrow.
Okay so maybe the arrow going in and cause a problem, but ripping it out that way made it worse. The teeth would have sliced through her skin. Sully checked for a pulse and sighed in relief when she found one. Ripping a strip off the bottom of the womans shirt she tied it tightly around the wound in her shoulder so she wouldn’t bleed out and pulled out her cell phone, dialing 911 to leave an anonymous tip.
When she was finished, Sully grabbed the bloody arrow and turned back to the man on stage. “Time to go.”
It seemed to happen pretty fast, the words seemed to roll off of Graham's tongue like something familiar and the whizzing arrow past his ear to strike the demon's shoulder, and then the demon ripping it out felt like a mere instant as his body took hold a familiar yet unfamiliar pattern of words. Eventually, Graham was greeted with the black smoke rushing out of the body of the demons host, as if near satisfied after a climax, Graham let out a sigh and felt as if it were a job well done. Though he felt a little hazy, his reactions felt a little slow and his attention wavering. The woman hopped down from the stage to call 911 and remove her bloodied arrow from the scene, and then urged the action to get out of here. Graham could only humbly oblige such an action. He waited for her, and then he started walking briskly the way he came, tearing towards the exit of the park. It should take them under 15 minutes to get here judging from the nearest Fire station or hospital, so they should high-tail it out of there. Needless to say, Graham was still trying to wrap his head around what happened several moments ago even if he had exorcised a great deal of demons in his short amount of time playing the avenging former angel.
"So you said I get to buy you some drinks then eh? Where to? Also, you better have some wheels cause I walked." Something Graham did not plan ahead, a steadfast getaway. He'd have had to get very creative if he decided to call 911 and book it out of there as fast as he could, there was a river he could have hopped in and let that take him far away enough from the crime scene. Though he'd have been cold, wet, and probably develop a cold. But a valiant cold, a cold that rang of victory. Heroes cold.
"Name is Graham by the way, I said that though right? I forget. What's yours? I'm new to this, not demon hunting, well that too, I mean new to talking to people let alone attractive woman people on a hunt. It's sort of awkward. Drinking, I think, is the common social thing to do with another person after doing this sorta thing right?"
Once they were clear of the building Sully ducked down an alley, grabbing the bow case she had stashed behind a dumpster and quickly began putting her things away. Walking down the street with a compound bow and quiver full of arrows was not the thing to do when sirens could already be heard in the distance. It would draw some very much unwanted attention, especially since the woman was lying there with an arrow wound in her shoulder.
Graham was quick on her heals, though honestly he seemed a bit out of it. She didn’t comment. He seemed a bit green when it came to hunting, but the fact was that he had been able to exorcize that demon rather easily. Even with the holy water arrow it seemed to Sully that it had been a bit easy.
"So you said I get to buy you some drinks then eh? Where to? Also, you better have some wheels cause I walked."
Sully smirked as she went back into the street and started heading towards her truck. “Yeah, I’ve got some wheels.” Okay, so blue was in desperate need of some TLC. Something she kept putting off. Sully realized if she didn’t get her truck fixed soon she was probably going to wind up breaking down in the middle of BFE and be waiting for hours on end for a tow truck. That was not particularly an appealing idea.
"Name is Graham by the way, I said that though right? I forget. What's yours? I'm new to this, not demon hunting, well that too, I mean new to talking to people let alone attractive woman people on a hunt. It's sort of awkward. Drinking, I think, is the common social thing to do with another person after doing this sorta thing right?"
They approached the truck and Sully raised an eyebrow at his ramblings. “The name’s Sully.” She opened her tool box and lifted out the top compartment depositing her bow case into the bottom. Once it was secure she closed it back up and turned to look at Graham.
He really was something to look at. Tall, blond, and handsome, even if he was in a bit of shock. His words had only confirmed what she thought. Graham was new to this world. Idly she wondered how he’d gotten into it. It wasn’t any of her business, but he was an amateur and amateur’s had a habit of getting themselves killed.
“As for the common social thing?” She shrugged. “I don’t know, but a drink sounds damn good right about now.” Sully opened the drive side door and got in leaning over to unlock the passenger side for Graham. The truck was old, even the windows were roll bars. There were no electronics.
“I saw a strip club not far from here. They’re usually good for food and drinks.” She stuck her key in the ignition, frowning when Blue stuttered and cringed. Sighing, she tried again and blue quickly rev’d up, the engine groaning in protest. Shaking her head she looked over and smiled at Graham. “Plus you’ll get to see a little entertainment.”
The sounds of sirens seemed to be gradually getting louder, and at times it seemed like to Graham an instant they'd be further away and then the next instant he could have sworn they could have been just around the corner. Needless to say, the whole call and run routine was a little unnerving to him, and he'd rather not take part in it again; he'll just have to make sure that he doesn't arrow the demons. Might be hard to convince this Sully character otherwise, especially if she decides to arrow someone between here and drinks.
It was her name that sort of made him smile when they approached the truck, it was an odd name yet it held 'character' if that made any sense. Someone named Sully was always some kind of character, girl or crazy uncle figure hi-jinx explorer types. Sully was a name that sort of hung around those that'd you'd expect to fall into shenanigans with. Perhaps this whole meeting at the end of a hunt thing was all one big shenanigan, they were after all running from the cops/ambulance after she shot a demon's vessel with an arrow.
He was a little astounded at her ride, one might say going into someones house sort of puts into perspective what kind of person they may be but Graham feels like the same would apply to cars. In fact judging from all the crap she has in the back he'd assume this was like a house, Hunters tend to do that kind of thing right? He had heard of a Hunter who owned a fairly nice RV, he croaked though so perhaps the air-conditioning unit isn't worth it in the long run just a pain in the ass.
"Nice wheels Sullinator." Graham said, paying homage of course to the Terminator movie, she did seem like she could pull off bad-ass hottie robot. He tried his best not to have his eyes wander over the female hunter, but it was becoming apparent to him now that he's not distracted by the demon just how attractive she is. When she agreed to drinks he couldn't help but give a boyish like smile, when she unlocked the passenger side he hopped in and closed the creaking door of the well run in truck of hers. Old truck like this has character, and it keeps on building the more stuff it carries. Sure it carried quite a bit in it's day, perhaps it carried Sully the distance she needed to go. No matter how crappy a pair of wheels may seem, Graham does have an appreciation for their character and really it's what she does for you that counts.
“I saw a strip club not far from here. They’re usually good for food and drinks.” Did she really just suggest that, Graham seemed confused still with the boyish smile on his face wondering if she was kidding but it disappeared while she was struggling with her wildebeest of a truck. When it started, she added.
“Plus you’ll get to see a little entertainment.” This was going to be an awkward evening indeed. Woman he had just met and just mentally admitted was attractive is going to take him to a strip club which he never really been to before for a couple of drinks and some noms? Graham faced forward in his seat while they started driving and just blinked at the whole situation, one might be excited for such a thing to occur. Not to say Graham wasn't amused, this was a fairly amusing situation he finds himself in.
"Strip club huh? Wow, that were you take your first dates then?" He chuckled and peered out the side window of the truck, to see if he could spot the flashing lights.
Sully made sure to do the speed limit and even remembered to buckle her seat belt due to the new and annoying Click it or Ticket laws that seemed to spreading everywhere. Normally she didn’t bother, especially when there were times she had to quickly get out of the truck, but considering that being pulled over at the moment would be a bad thing, Sully abided by the ridiculous law.
Several police cars and ambulances raced past them going in the opposite direction. Sully watched them pass and then looked in her rearview mirror making sure that none of them turned around for whatever reason. It would just be her luck. Murphy’s law always seemed to be working against her.
The wonderful law that stated : Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. She didn’t deny or doubt it. Especially when on a hunt. You had to be prepared for everything and for everything to go wrong. It was just the way things worked. All Sully could do was her best to try and salvage whatever situation she was in and get as many people out a live as possible.
"Nice wheels Sullinator."
Sully raised an eyebrow at the name. “The what now?” Granted she wasn’t as angry as if he would have called her Sullivan or worse yet Lane or Laney. In retrospect it was a hideous name to begin with. She had no idea what her folks had been thinking naming her that. There should be some sort of clause when a person’s born that if they give you a horrible, hideous or otherwise ass backwards name you should be able to change it.
"Strip club huh? Wow, that were you take your first dates then?"
Graham seemed to find it amusing and when they stopped at a red light Sully turned to look at him. “Let’s get somethings straight, Ham. My name is Sully. Not Sullinator, and this,” She pointed a finger back and forth between the two of them. “This is not a date. This is us going to get a few drinks to celebrate sending that evil bitch of a demon back to hell.”
The light changed to green and Sully continued towards the strip club. It wasn’t far out and they were clear from the cops so she undid her seatbelt and relaxed a bit into the seat. A drink was a definite. They had come out of that situation as best as could be expected. The family had been long dead by the time they got there, but they’d managed to save the host and come out unscathed. It was a good day.
While they were driving away from the scene it seemed like they were both attentive to the police cruisers, seeing if they would perhaps turn around or attempt to stop Sully's truck. Last thing he wanted was to be on America's High Speed Chases, American reality t.v. is pretty much what lead the world into the dark pit of despair it's in now with every other show either being either a Jersey Shore or a Pregnant Teen Mom show. He'd have to kill himself if he contributed to that droll, can watch the same crap on youtube if you wanted.
She didn't seem to react as he thought to the name "Sullinator" instead it was met with an inquisitive tone. Not something that can be explained or it ruins the whole thing, so Graham just shrugged. If she didn't get it, she didn't get it.
When she stopped at the red light and turned to him it had become apparent she didn't get it. Someone clearly was having a bad day, or a stick up their ass about something. Graham sighed and his smile faded into a half hearted shrug-like smirk.
"Let’s get somethings straight, Ham. My name is Sully. Not Sullinator, and this,” She pointed a finger back and forth between the two of them. “This is not a date. This is us going to get a few drinks to celebrate sending that evil bitch of a demon back to hell.” He turned away from her and propped his arm up on the little bit of ledge the door provided, placing his down on his palm still facing forward he waited for the light to turn green.
"Alright man, chill. I was joking around, lets just grab some drinks and call it a day." He was getting the feeling that she didn't particularly want to be doing this, but felt obligated. If he knew she was going to get snippy, he'd have kept his mouth shut. She did look damn good though with her bow and not to mention how firm her ass looked.
"Light is green." He mumbled, but was unsure if she heard him but she ended up pressing on anyway on her own. When she undid her seatbelt he assumed they were drawing nearer and did the same, now sitting back up straight he placed his hands on his knees. He wasn't much of a drinker, and he was sort of a secret fan of girly drinks so he'd have to make sure he ordered something manly. Last thing he needs is more 'tude. He'd have to be careful what he jokes about next time.
"Alright man, chill. I was joking around, lets just grab some drinks and call it a day."
Sully raised a brow at him, but said nothing. She bit down on her tongue to keep the next smart ass comment from flying out of her mouth. It wasn’t a question of if it would be a witty and probably offending. It would be. IT was more along the lines of how bad would it be. Shaking her head she smirked. People are so damn sensitive. She didn’t understand it sometimes. The world was a hard cold place. Not everyone was nice and kind and filled with sugar.
"Light is green."
Shaking her head, Sully continued driving towards her destination. This Graham character seemed to already not like her. It wasn’t really surprising. Most people didn’t. Sully was fine with that. She’d lived her whole life with people hating her and she’d realized that was just how things were. That was fine. Sully wasn’t big on close relationships anyways. They always wound up ending badly.
The name of the place was The Booby Trap. It was a nice play on words. Sully figured a lot of men did get trapped in that place, and probably some women too. Sully didn’t sleep with women, while she found them beautiful she just didn’t feel that way about them, but why should that stop her from having a good meal and cheap drinks? It wasn’t her first time going to a strip club and she highly doubted it would be her last.
"You don't work here do you?"
Sully grabbed her old army jacket and threw it on before adjusting her baseball cap and grinning at him. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to see me take my clothes off?” She winked at him and got out of the truck heading for the front door.
As they approached the strip-club that seemed to be a modest play on words, The Booby Trap he asked the question about her employment possibly being here. After of course he said it, seemed like a stupid thing to say to a girl who seemed unpleased at him for joking about bringing all of her dates here. When she put on her army jacket and adjusted baseball cap, somehow he found her a little more attractive. By all means, one would say what she was wearing could be considered frumpy but perhaps that ghetto hick look with a cap and army jacket is just what oddly floats Graham's boat. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to see me take my clothes off?” He smirked, stepping out of the truck and adjusting his shirt and stretching. He began to follow her towards the strip-club door, looking up at the neon sign that seemed to be hold true to the clubs name. The O's in Booby were a pair of boobs, and the A on trap looked like a bear trap. When you look at it, simple strip club. However, it was a clever marketing ploy if you look at it from a business standpoint.
"Place must be owned by a Persian," He mumbled, then immediately answered Sully's inquiry about his desire or lack there of to see her naked. "Oh no, by all means take your clothes off I'd just be surprised if you'd do it here of all places. You don't seem the stripper type. You um, got the body for it though." He didn't expect to be subtle, right away she doesn't seem a body to be fueled by it, and he doesn't want to risk subtle flying over her head. Some people appreciate brute and pure honestly, let's hope she is one of them. Graham isn't fond of picking his teeth up off the ground.
Flirting was perhaps not his forte but it was all he had at this point. He might not be a shelled off kind of guy, but getting intimate with someone was sort of a big deal, especially cause he has this thing where he used to be the Angel who was ordered to kick out Adam and Eve from Eden. Karma is a bitch, and it's not something he wants passed onto the people he meets, Hunters or not. However this Sully character, can't help but looking at her in a way that he is unsure others would look. Under the cap, and that old army jacket, and cold exterior she seems to put out from what he can see, there is still a beautiful woman down in there.
A beautiful woman of course who was taking him to a strip-club for drinks.