forum Small Town Supernatural Thing? (O/O) Open

Started May 07, 2019 by @LolaBug

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Blackridge is an old town out in the country surrounded by forests, plains, and rocky hills. It was built back in the old west and has slowly been developing. The population is rather small so it's the type of place where everyone knows everyone. Peaceful is the word that comes in mind when one first sees this town. Unfortunately, that's far from the truth. Unbeknownst to even the residents, the town is home to monsters. No, not the ones that lurk under the beds of small children. These monsters are demons and all sorts of other evil creepy crawlies.The people who live here know that the town isn't like others. Something about the place just feels off but they like the friendly faces and the calm atmosphere. An occasional brutal murder or disappearance can be overlooked. A few weeks ago, things got worse, much worse. The people in town are starting to get suspicious but the sheriff is insisting that everything is fine. Something shifted recently. The monsters are growing bold and are taking more risks. Something needs to be done about this before Blackridge is nothing but a ghost town.

I have this new character that I really want to try out. She's a monster/demon hunter from Blackridge. If anyone wants to join, that would be great! Your character can be a cop, another hunter, a supernatural creature, or whatever. I'm just hoping for some sort of work partnership/romance between my character and yours. If anyone is interested in this, please let me know! : )

Here's my girl's link: Oleander

Yo, could I join this? I'm busy at the moment but I'll be available this afternoon (in about 2 hours)! I was hoping to roleplay with a snarky, flirtatious demon guy.

Yeah, of course you can! A snarky, flirtatious demon guy would be perfect.

Hey I'm back! Sorry for taking, uh, way more than two hours. I got caught up. Here's my character.

Not much information now, but I'll add more later if this isn't enough to begin the rp!

Hey! Welcome back! It’s completely fine. Your character looks great.

Great! I'm available to RP now, if you're ready to start.

Yeah, I'm ready to start. Do you care who puts up the first post?

I'd prefer if you were to start us off just so I can get a feel for the world, I don't want to accidentally mess up or contradict anything regarding Blackridge.

(Okay! Well, imagine an old western town out in the country. Really small and most of the buildings are old and everyone knows everyone. I hope that helps)

Oleander stares at the rundown farm house in front of her. It's been nearly six years since she's been back here. She had sworn to herself that she would never return and yet here she is. After attending her mother's funeral yesterday and reading that stupid letter, she's about ready to just set this place on fire. Unfortuntely, that's not an option. She needs a place to stay since she can't leave town. She's tried everything but she really can't leave. When she had first read the letter, she had thought her mother was joking. It soon became clear that she wasn't. An impatient neigh startles her out of her thoughts. Turning, she spots her mare, Nova, standing at the fence. "Yeah, I'm coming," She mumbles before approaching the horse. Her plan is to go to the local bar and get completely wasted. If she drives her motorcyle there she'll be stuck walking all the way back to the ranch. Hence, she's riding her horse. It's a loophole that really pisses the sherif off. Too bad she's doesn't care about him. She mounts the engergetic mare and rides into town. Once they reach the bar, she dismounts and ties Nova up to a post in the shade. "I'll be back in an hour or two," She says before kissing the mare's muzzle and heading inside. The bar is old, one of the oldest buildings in town but buisness is booming. Oleander approaches the counter, her eyes flickering around as she takes everything in. "Well, would you look who's here. Oleander Quinn. It's been what, six years, since you stepped foot in here?" The bartender and owner approaches her with a humorless laugh. "Get me a whiskey and then leave me the fuck alone, Joe." She is not in the mood to deal with him. The man retreats to get her order and she takes a seat on one of the stools.

((Yeah, that definitely helps, thanks!))

The bar is loud and bustling with chatter, yet it fades into background noise for Samael, who sits at a table in the back. He scrolls through his phone absentmindedly - times like these make him feel grateful for his father actually paying his phone bill. Only grateful, though. He sighs, ignoring the large amounts of messages regarding his debt and unfinished business he had with people. One message in particular stands out.

He tsk's with a sour expression. Looks like he'd need another drink.

Putting his phone away, he walks to the counter with his glass in hand, graciously maneuvering past the people in the bar with a smile he'd spent years perfecting. His hair itches under his hood so he scratches at it before taking a seat at the bar. Nothing but regulars were here as far as he could tell, and he wasn't in the mood for small talk, so he kept his head low and settled on people watching until he got another drink. He focused intently on the conversations around him…

"-and then, fucking Bailey of all people decided to but in, who does she think she is?"

Boring. He'd heard this girl rant a million times at this bar. Next.

"–c'mon, babyyy! I know what kind of girl you are…!"

He zones out of their conversation. Disgusting. Next.

"It's been what, six years since you stepped foot in here?"

He turns his attention to the people talking. Joe, a friend of his simply by association (which, quite unsurprisingly, was about 90% of the people he called friends) grins at a girl he's never seen here before. Another bartender - someone new from the looks of it - comes up to him, and he waves him away with a smile. He focuses once more on their conversation.

"Get me a whiskey and then leave me the fuck alone, Joe." She spits. Her tone completely contrasts her appearance, causing him to smile slightly. Maybe he'd actually have fun tonight.

Joe heads off the get her a drink, so he takes it as an opportunity to walk over. The stool besides her is empty, so he slides over, flashing his oh-so-charming smile. He speaks before giving her the chance to notice him. "You look mad. Work got you down?"

(I'm glad that it helped! There aren't many types, don't worry)

Oleander waits very impatiently for her drink. When Joe finally gives her the whiskey, she drinks it quickly and order another one. Realizing how this is going to go, Joe just goes ahead and gives her the entire bottle. "What brings you back here anyways? I never thought we'd see you again," He comments, clearly not going to leave her alone. "None of your damn business," She growls as she glares at him. The man opens his mouth to talk again. "Joe, if you say one more thing, I am going to break this fucking bottle over your big ass head. Are we clear?" It's not just a threat, it's a promise. Thankfully, Joe backs down and leaves her alone. She turns his attention back to the whiskey. If she's truly stuck in this horrible town again, she's going to loose her mind. The sound of a smooth voice sounding off next to her grabs her attention. Now what? She turns to face the owner of this voice, fire in her eyes. What surprises her is that she doesn't recognize him. She's had the bad luck of living in this town for twenty years so she knows everyone. This man must have moved within the last six years. Her green eyes flicker over his face. The man seems comfortable here which leads her to believe that he's lived here for a while. Who in their right mind would choose to live here? "Great observation, Sherlock." She rolls her eyes at him. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that she's mad about something."This isn't about work, it's about people not learning how to take a hint and leave me alone." It's not like she radiates friendliness. Everything about her screams hostile. Downing another glass of whiskey, she slams the fragile cup down on the counter with a lot more force than necessary. Once she's down with this bottle, she's getting out of here. Maybe her mother left some alcohol in the cabinets. Unlikely. Her mother has done nothing for her so why would she have in luck now? Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she returns her attention to the man sitting next to her. Is he still sitting her? She had made herself very clear.

His smile remains wide on his face, if not wider, and he leans in closer to the girl, chucking an arm over her shoulder. "Yeah, I definitely get that. Some people are just so invasive, you know? Like, jeez, get a clue, will ya?" He laughs at his impression of her.

“Hands off!” Oleander snarls as she aggressively removes his arm from her shoulder. “You seem too stupid to understand when I’m being polite so let me make this very clear to you, okay? Leave me the fuck alone,” She tells him, getting really sick of him. Had she not just learned that she’s stuck in this hellhole she would have a little more patience, she might even flirt with him but that’s not the case. She’s in a terrible mood. “And learn what personal space is, asshole.”

Samael ungraciously moves back, smile faltering for a second. He wasn't used to people not gushing over his advances - especially not humans. Being a half-demon had it's perks, but it seemed that his charm wasn't working today.

Still, he pressed on, hoping to turn things around.

"Woahhh, no need to get all upset!" He brushes himself off, chuckling lightly and scratching the back of his neck. "I was just joking around, haha…. you sure know how to make a guy work for it," He mutters the last part, smiling to himself. He knew that if he wanted to make this work, he'd need to change his approach, so he put on an apologetic smile.

"Look," he starts, "look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come on too strongly," He holds out his hand for her to shake, "my name's Samael. I haven't seen you around here, so I was wondering if you were new in town, is all." He laughs again, feeling slightly awkward.

Oleander's hand curls into a fist. She's about two seconds away from throwing a punch when she notices that Joe is staring at her. Reluctantly, she lowers her hand. She doesn't want to get thrown out. Not yet, anyways. If she has to leave that means that she has to go back to the ranch and she's not nearly drunk enough to deal with that shit. She's going to have to play nice with this dude for now. Just until Joe stops paying so much attention to her.
"Allow me to give you a warning before we continue this conversation. If you ever touch me without my permission again, I'll break your hand," She tells him in a sugary sweet voice. "Got it? Good." That warning is the only one that she's going to give him. After giving him a once over, she takes his hand and shakes it. "No, I am not new here. This hellhole is unfortunately my hometown," She says, very clearly bitter about that. "My name is Oleander."

He laughs. "How fitting." He makes sure to give her a firm handshake before pulling his hand away to scratch his neck once more. She's lived here this whole time and he's never seen her? He thinks. Something about the thought of that made him uncomfortable. He'd have to keep pressing.

"How come I've never seen you around town?" He asks, making sure to keep eye contact.

A small grin tugs at the corner of her lips. Someone who actually understands her name, how surprising. She takes another swallow of whiskey, slowly down a little. “I left,” She answers him with a slight shrug. “Six years ago I hightailed it out of here.” There’s no point in lying or not answering. Everyone in this town knows her so if he’s that curious, he could ask just about anyone.