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Post by GUILLAUME BURNIER on May 12, 2011 10:51:03 GMT -5
THE ROADHOUSE, NEBRASKA
In front of The Roadhouse, Guillaume's black Camry pulled up. Music blared from the inside of the car, though its not very loud but you can know someone's listening to it as soon as the car door opened. Guillaume stepped out, hearing Metallica (vintage one not the new songs) coming from his stereo. He leaned in and turned it off and then closed and locked his door but that was after he had turned on the alarm. There's no way he'll let anyone steal her or even touch his weapons either. Okay so maybe the car isn't all that but his weapons, those are important. He does love his mom's car and was glad she had been nice enough to let him drive it. Otherwise how can he travel without one? What, go on a bus with a big bag of weapons? Yeah not good. However to him she is his baby (the car that is) and he likes the car. It has good milage, a cd player, a gps system just in case if he needs to know where to go with the hunts, and plus, airbags and comfortable seats. He opened the trunk to get out a semi auto pistol then slipped it into between his pants and his boxers and grabbed a blade and slipped it in his boot so that if there was a demon nearby he'd be prepared. To make sure, he slipped also a small bottle of holy water as well. Salt-he could always get some from a store. Once he was set, Guillaume closed the trunk and locked it, therefore stuffing his keys into his jacket's pocket and then headed inside. There was music coming from the jukebox and a couple of hunters here to there. He had just came from a hunt, having killed a vampire and her clan, and had blood on the side of his jacket. Darn vampire. He had a hard time getting her but finally he managed to slice off her head. He sat down at the counter, wanting not only some beer but maybe a napkin.
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Post by ellenharvelle on May 12, 2011 14:33:25 GMT -5
The day had been fast, something Ellen was quite glad about. A fast day meant good hunts and that the area was relatively at peace. It was when the days were slow and drawn out that Ellen had that foreboding feeling deep in her gut that something was happening. Jo was out and around serving customers and Ash was in the corner. Everything was as it should be.
She raised her head, still filling a couple of pints to the brim with beer, as she heard the front door open and grinned. More customers would mean more service and the calm day would continue.
"You look like you've been through hell, boy." Ellen smirked, as she handed the last of her other customers their drinks. "What will it be?" She rested a hand on her hip, waiting for his request. He was another hunter, probably gotten back from a hunt and he looked rather tired.
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Post by GUILLAUME BURNIER on May 12, 2011 15:39:08 GMT -5
Guillaume looked up at the woman standing at the other side of the bar. Its Ellen, the one who runs this place, dressed in her hunter clothes-a black shirt with a buttoned down jacket and her hair down on her shoulders. After the woman spoke, he nodded his head and then told her what he wants. From the sound of it, she sounded like a motherly type. It was maybe of the way she spoke and things like that. He didn't mind, its not the first time someone would speak like that.
"A tall glass of ice cold beer, and yeah I have, just taken down a vampire bitch who took a hell of a long time to kill. And uh do you have a napkin? She left some of her damn blood on my face and I ran out of napkins. It'd be very appreciated for that. Name's Guillaume by the way." It was odd that a man like him who is from France would say it like that, but he wasn't joking, that darn vampire was a pain in the neck to deal with. "I'm so glad to come into here. I need a break. So, um, are you owner of this place? If so its really neat," he looked around one time and then turned back to her, "but I can imagine it can be hell to run a place like this, especially being in Nebraska. I heard it can be a pain in the ass to run a bar."
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Post by ellenharvelle on May 14, 2011 19:54:57 GMT -5
"I'm the owner, yes. Call me Ellen." She gave a snort, shaking her head slightly. It's better when it's busy. The hard work pays off anyhow. More customers means its a really good day." Ellen laughed, getting him his tall glass of beer from the tap and smirking. She slid the beer over to him and shrugged. "When it's quiet it usually means a bad day with not many hunts and it means me uneasy. I prefer the busy days like now."
Ellen crossed her arms, regarding Guillaume curiously as she fetched him some napkins. "How bad has the vampire population gotten? I've heard some stories but it seems like no matter how many of us go out and kill the sons of bitches more come around and cause a ruckus." It was begining to be a nuissance and Ellen wished they would just stay destroyed and leave the world a better place.
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Post by GUILLAUME BURNIER on May 19, 2011 11:49:13 GMT -5
"That's a good thing. Alright you can call me Guillaume but I don't mind being called by a few nicknames. I mostly like being called Guilli or Guill but if you call me G I respond to that too. Some people calls me that." He recieved the beer from Ellen and after he took in a gulp of it, he set the glass down. "Thanks." Before he'd answer her, he took out his money and slid her some of the cash for the drink. Then he placed his wallet back in. "Not as bad as it was last week. It was pretty bad though. These things pop up so quick, more quicker than you can blink. Its a lot hell bigger than demons, I can say. I haven't seen any of those yellow or black eyed sons of a bitches that much for some time now. But if I find them, I will take those out too. Did you know the reason why I became a hunter in the first place because one of those fuckers decided to possess a very close friend of mine? Shoot if I didn't do anything, I would've been dead. I'm glad I took that bitch out. No one possess my friend and gets away with it. Sorry for my language, I bet its odd hearing me swear like this even though this is my first time being a hunter and coming from France."
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Post by ellenharvelle on May 21, 2011 13:12:29 GMT -5
Ellen nodded in thanks for the cash, putting it away in her pocket. She'd set the money out later and count it when all her customers were gone and she was closing for the night. It was rude to do so in front of them all right now and it wouldn't help to give the more cutthroat of them ideas.
"So, Guillaume, the situation has gotten worse? How many vampire covens would you say are out there now?" Ellen was curious. It had been awhile since he had a true problem with the bloodsucking beasts but if she had to lend a hand to get rid of them she would do so in a heartbeat. Sometimes it was more important to join the hunt then run the bar though there were plenty of mouths to feed and give some cold hard beers.
"I hear plenty of swearing to get me used to the stuff." Ellen laughed, "I've seen far stranger things than a French man swearing like a sailor."
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Post by GUILLAUME BURNIER on May 23, 2011 12:43:37 GMT -5
"I can't say," Guillaume replied to Ellen, "about 20 or most. There was more than that but by the time I got there, most of them were wiped out so I assumed they were killed by some other hunters. If so, then good for them because it made my job easier. However, I was slightly disappointed about it, I guess. I wanted to be part of killing them but there's more out there so that's alright. Maybe I might run into one of those hunters in here and tell them they did a helluva good job." After Ellen replied to him, he laughed as well. "That's good to know. I'm really glad I wasn't just swearing like a sailor in front of a woman. I may be a hunter but I come from France where you have gentlemen in there that treat women with respect. That part of me will always remain inside of me but now I have strength and courage. I have to," he shrugged his shoulders, "especially when facing these sons of a bitches. So speaking of that, do you hunt and if you don't mind me asking but what got you into hunting?" he was always curious. In fact he wouldn't mind telling her about how he got into the business. "As for me," he now said this as he raised his bottle towards his lips, "I never always was a hunter." He took a big gulp of the beer then set it back down and swallowed what he took in afterwards. Now he thought about that friend. Why did that demon take over him? Was it meant to be? Was he meant to be a hunter?
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