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Post by KAYLA PIERCE on May 4, 2011 15:32:34 GMT -5
  
Boring was the word Kayla would use to describe this drive to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Since she was not good on directions which made her get either lost or take forever to get her anywhere. She had the windows rolled down and the music blaring in her Toyota Tacoma truck, she had a lock box in the back which held her weapons and such plus a hidden spot behind her back seat. She spent the last three days on the road from Maine, where she first laid eyes on the Chupacabra. To her it had always been a myth and legend and not possible, but most of what she faced use to be in that category. She did not know much of anything about what she was facing it ripped the hearts out of its victims; it was quite disturbing when she read the autopsy files of the victims.
Kayla had spent time in the library but there was not much on what creature she was dealing with until she found some information on a chupacabra. The books she read all said the same think it was a lizard looking thing with scaly grayish skin with spines and quills down its back. Kayla tracked it from Maine to New York and then to Florida and so on up and down the coast, with no real way to kill it. She got word that a hunter by the name of Bobby Singer may be able to help her find some more information on this creature, she just hoped they were right.
She sighed as she drove up a dirt road and in to a salvage yard sort of it looked more like a junkyard to her but who was she to judge. She found a spot out front and parked her truck shutting off her engine she grabbed her files and research that she had found and made her way up the steps and knocked softly on the door.
words: 329
notes: hI!
lyrics: raise your glass by p!nk
credit: LAVIEBOHEME @ caution 2.o
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on May 4, 2011 18:16:42 GMT -5
Bobby had been up way into the wee hours of the night since his work never seemed to stop. The sun was barely rising over the horizon when he had found himself laying on the couch with a very old and beaten book in his hand. He had fallen asleep while reading again he thought to himself, and slowly sat up. He could feel some of his joints pop and creak as he moved and he grumbled to himself about getting older.
Closing the book that had been in his hands he placed it on the couch and got to his feet. His first pit-stop was to the bathroom to take care of some much needed business. When he was finished with that he made his way over to the kitchen and putter around the space as he got everything he needed to make a cup of coffee. Which he knew he was going to need.
He threw out the old filter and replaced it with a new one, and the he scooped in the coffee powder. He had decided to try some of that Autumn Harvest Spice blend that a neighbor had given him some time ago. Normally his tastes did not get so exotic, but then again Dean Winchester was not around to ruin the experience by bitching about the taste of the blend. He loved that boy like a son, but sometimes he could just such a girl with all his whining.
He had barely turned on the machine when he heard the sound of his work summoning him. Which took the form of the telephone ringing rather loudly.He sighed heavily to himself and hurried into the other room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" he spoke into the phone and as soon as he had heard who was on the other line his face darkened a bit. "No, I haven't found anything yet... no I barely got up just now... yes, I'll you updated." he said and slammed the phone back down into it's cradle in anger. He pinched the bridge of his nose, sometimes he did not know why he dealt with such ungrateful people. But before he could contemplate more about it he was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on his front door.
It was a surprise to him as he barely received any guests to his house this early in the morning. He could only hope that it was not the authorities come looking for him because of something the boys or Rufus might have done. He made his way over to the door and slowly opened and poked his head out through the small gap.
"Can I help you?" he asked whoever it was that was standing on his front porch. |
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