Supernatural RP (Closed)

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September 13, 2045

Rain fell as the young woman and her adopted sister drove through the country side of Washington State. Tapping her hand on the steering wheel of her Ferrari as she listened to the radio playing one of her favorite songs. She looked over to her sister to make sure she was ok for a second before taking her eyes back to the road. Just as the song was getting good the radio turned into static. "Crap." Tori muttered messing with the radio trying to get it working again.

Tori stayed quiet for a while. It was sad but this was no reason for a ghost to be killing people. This is why she doesn't like ghosts, they cause more trouble than they are worth. She made a right and started to see headstones for the cemetary, We're getting close. she thought. "Hope you brought your walking shoes Zinnie. We got alot of looking to do." she said slowing the car down before parking it near an old tree. Fog was slowly creeping in.

"These shoes are practically my only shoes Tori," chuckled Zinnia, wiggling her toes. She had her favourite dark blue pumps on her feet still as she was wearing the same clothes from earlier, scarf and all.
When the car stopped, Zinnia hopped out, grabbing a flashlight and her shotgun loaded with rock salt. The gun still looked way too big for her, but Zinnia didn't seem to care. After all, it protected her from the ghosts and spirits they were constantly battling.

Tori chuckled at Zinnie as she got out of the car with a handgun and a crtrage of rock salt covered bullets. "I was only jokeing. Now we just need to find out where the "Poor Soul" is baried." she said as she kicked the old gate open. Tori hardly ever showed respect for anything unless it was for her family or something she considered preasious to her; like the red Ferrari. Ironicaly she named it "Mirage".

"Sarah Reichs....." repeated Zinnia quietly. She scanned the graves as they entered the cemetery, hoping to spot the right headstone sooner than later.
"Sarah Reichs..." said Zinnia, again. The one thing she hated about this job was walking through dark graveyards looking for the right headstone. It wasn't so bad when you found it.

Oh this was a horrible idea. Erin knew it from the get go. But it was that oh so human urge. ('Go look! What is it? C'mon go find out!') It was that nagging curiosity that had gotten Erin into this situation.

You see, unlike Zinnia and Tori, Erin wasn't trained for this kind of lifestyle. No, Erin was a normal person who just got a little too curious. Those people usually ended up dead the fastest.

It was through his curiosity that he had ended up in the middle of a graveyard in the dead of night. He had been hearing about strange goings on after a bit of tentative questioning and it seemed to him that it was all very similar to a forgotten case of one Sarah Reichs. And so, superstitious loon that he is, his brain figured 'Oh hey why not! Let's go to a creepy graveyard in the late hours of the night! Sounds like a great time!'

Oooh how Erin wished he didn't stumble across this.

The man was pulled out of his reverie by the sound of leaves shuffling together. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and shivered. As he exhaled, a cloud of fog came from his lips, showing that the temperature had dropped and rather rapidly. Erin peeked around from under his luxurious shaggy black hair, another shiver running down his spine. Something felt wrong in the air.

That was, of course, when he was catapulted through the air and slammed against a headstone. He crumpled to the ground and clutched at his head, breathing a sigh of relief when he found no blood on his hands. Of course, he probably had a concussion. Ah well, win some lose some.

And then he heard gunshots. Oh happy day.

Zinnia had found Sarah Reichs' grave, but all of a sudden heard rustling and felt the air getting colder. She knew she didn't have to say anything to Tori. The sudden drop in temperature gave away way too much. There was a thud and Zinnia dashed towards the source of the sound. It didn't take her long to spot the spirit, hovering near to what looked like a mildly disorientated man. Zinnia quickly shot at the ghost, expecting Tori to do the same. Despite being so young, she knew exactly what to do in such circumstances. The ghost dissipated into nothingness for now, but it would be back soon.

"Hello?" asked Zinnia, taking a few careful steps towards the man.

Tori soon felt a shiver and saw her breath as the temprature dropped. She heard something fall and quickly looked up and saw the ghost attacking a young man. She took out her gun and started shooting at the spirit. As soon as it happened the ghost fled dissapearing into a wisp of smoke. "Damn! It got away." she growled and looked at Zinnie. Tori saw her younger sister walking towards the man. Instictively she quickly caught up with her and stood in front of Zinnie. "Careful Zinnie, let me handle this. Hey! you ok?" she asked the man.

Erin, supported by his hands and sitting on his butt(snigger), squinted and gazed at Tori and Zinnia. His vision wasn't doing so hot. In fact, his vision was telling him that there were two of each of the girls. Which, unless they were two pairs of twins, wasn't the case. "Mmpeh?" Erin's first attempt at words was kind of sad. The shock and concussion probably weren't helping his already lacking social skills. "Y-yeah. I'm.. fine." He managed, not even bothering to try and get to his feet. "I just.. There was this woman.. and then.. and guns!" This was when the college student finally noticed the guns in each of the girls' hands. He fell silent, eyes wide as saucers.

Zinnia frowned as Erin caught on to the fact that they were holding guns. Of course, she was so used to carrying one of them that it was normal to her, she hadn't thought about how someone else would react to them... especially someone so young as her carrying one.
"What's your name?" she asked, calmly.

(Omfg Ripple. Why. Butt.
/immaturity)

Tori stepped forward with a serious look in her eyes. "More improtantly why are you here in a graveyard at night?" she asked. She looked around for the spirit but could not see anything. They had to get this guy to safty and burn the bones. "Zinnie let's get this guy somewhere safe. We can come back later." she said.

Erin looked between the two girls, feeling rather terrified. He blinked a few times and climbed to his feet, stumbling before leaning against a tombstone. At his full stature, he towered over the girls. "I'm.. I'm Erin. Erin Moose. I'm.. a..College student." his speech was rapidly returning as was his coordination. "I.. Was looking into this case... because it didn't add up well." And because I'm an idiot and way too curious. He rubbed at his eyes and blinked some more. "The facts lead me here where I was promptly thrown into that headstone." His eyes narrowed. "More importantly, who are you?"

Zinnia sighed and looked at Tori, "But we're here now. I mean look. The right grave is just there."
She pointed to a grave two headstones down and stuck a shovel into the ground next to it.
"We could even get this Moose dude to help us dig!"

Zinnia seemed to ignore everything that Erin was saying until he asked who they were. Grinning, Zinnia introduced herself, dramatising it with a curtsey and giving herself some 'suitable' titles.
"I'm Zinnia. Child Prodigy, Hunter and Lord of Awesomeness!"

Tori sighed. Zinnie was right but she did not want to take care of this guy if they ran into any trouble. "I'm Tori Zinnie's older sister. And what do you mean hunter?!" she shouted at Zinnie. Their life style was supposed to be a secret. I hope she just say's a ghost hunter and not a Supernatural Hunter. she thought.

Erin gave the pair a strange look. "A hunter? As in.. shooting poor little innocent birds and deer?" He found it a bit peculiar that two young looking females were going around shooting the creatures of the forest. "Dig? What the heck are you doing in a graveyard digging at night!? And if you're hunters, why are you in a graveyard!? Better yet, what the heck was that deranged thing that attacked me!" As his wits came back to him, shock fading, Erin sent a flurry of questions at the sisters.

Zinnia shurgged apologetically at her sister before she heard Erin's reply.
"Hold the phone, Moose. You really think we'd be out here to shoot birds...? It's way more important than that."
Zinnia looked quite disappointed at how Erin apparently thought so little of them. She loved animals and would never point a gun at one on purpose.
After Erin's second set of questions, Zinnia just blinked before she walked over to the grave and started digging. If anything, this Erin guy would act as suitable bait to keep the ghost away whilst they salted and burned Sarah Reichs' remains.