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Post by Johnse Elison Dixon on Nov 28, 2012 11:47:24 GMT -5
So long, soldier, [/color] Cruise controller. Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie,[/color] And come down to voice a generation.[/color]
Johnse Elison Dixon was not one to be trifled with when he was in his element. It had been a hot minute since he tried his hand at hunting, and he was not looking for any other monsters at this point, he was looking for other hunters. Hunting those who did the hunting was more of a challenge then hunting any sort of creature he'd ever dealt with. The hunters were always on their guard unless they were just that sloppy. And he had heard much tell that there were grounds that hunters frequented out this way. He'd been stalking the cemetery most of the day, and now he just lay in wait of something to happen. He wanted to know more about the hunters in this area, he didn't have any connections here, and since he'd lost his father, he had to make it on his own. He didn't want to just suggest he was up to no good right out, but there would be a time for it if needed, he knew no monster needed a reason to live, and if a hunter thought otherwise, they'd have words...and probably violence, but that would come later.
He hadn't seen anything here that would have alerted him to hunters. Maybe it wasn't the right place, maybe he'd gotten tripped up. He hoped not, though. It would have been a wasted day, and make him think he was out of sync with his tracking, which he hoped was not the case, he never questioned anything about his tracking normally. He had given up being slealthy once dark hit; he now leaned against a tree, toying with a throwing knife he pulled from his side. He kept them there, under his jacket always.
He used the knife to pick at his nails. He was sure he looked like some kind of run away, a homeless kid with a toy. He didn't care, it helped him blend in. If he was found by security or something, he could lie. He always did anyhow, he had yet to be found for what he truly was; a hunter and sometimes a hunter killer. He sighed, and he cleaned the last of his fingers when he heard a noise, somewhere close but behind him. He looked over his shoulder, and he could see a movement out of the corner of his eye, he looked back, rolling the knife into a better throwing position, but enough to hold onto it, he didn't want to attack someone for no reason.
”Hello?” He said, his voice sounded cautious. He could play the scared kid card pretty well till he was able to better judge what was really going on here.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Nov 28, 2012 20:22:11 GMT -5
Vaughn Jared Logan smirked in the shadows as he watched the young hunter walking around. He knew the boy, although he was not too familiar with him. The Lt. suggested Vaughn take him "under his wing" so to speak, and Vaughn, being a bit of an asshole, decided to Hunt the kid and see how the kid reacts..Or if he could, he would see how close he could get to the kid before being noticed.
Staying low to the ground, walking from the balls of his feet to the tips of his toes, Vaughn crept up between gravestone to gravestone, slowly advancing on the kids location. When he felt the kid was on to him, he would echo a noise in the cemetery--A trick his father taught him to bounce the sound waves around and confuse a target.
Another mistake most make, is staying behind the target. Dean, Vaughn's father, however, taught him to stay in front of the target if at all possible. People in particular often look over their shoulder if they believe they are being followed or hunted. Staying in front not only throws them off, but it forces the prey to be caught off guard.
Vaughn watched the kid from afar and hid. To be fair, Vaughn was using his best tactics and was really trying to Hunt the boy..He wasn't giving him a chance. Vaughn pulled out a tiny remote camera and throw it behind the kid on the base of a tombstone. With a remote control, he pressed a button and the camera made the sound of a twig snapping.
The kid turned as if hearing the noise, and Vaughn snuck up to him, getting closer. Making his way close behind the kid, he crept up closer to him, watching him resting against the tree. Vaughn came up behind the tree and reached around, trying to grab the kid and disarm him of the knife--
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Post by Johnse Elison Dixon on Nov 28, 2012 21:05:02 GMT -5
So long, soldier, [/color] Cruise controller.Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie,[/color] And come down to voice a generation.[/color]
Compared to most, Eli might have seemed simple minded, he was taught to kill unquestioned, which could have been good or bad. Admittedly, despite what he'd been taught, he hadn't ever killed a person. Few vampires, werewolves sure. A human who was still just that? No, he hadn't ever. Had he seen it? Yes, he had, and he was only sick the first few times. He didn't know everything there was to know about hunting, and he didn't know how hunters here did it. He didn't know he was being pursued, which his father would have smacked him over, but Daddy wasn't here anymore, and there was nothing to be done about that, so he kept moving; doing the best he could. If he died in the process, so be it, he figured. No one around to miss him anyhow.
The twig snapping put him very much on edge. He should have moved, probably, but if he was trying to play the innocent card, and if he had to, throwing a knife in someone's face probably would have not seemed so innocent. But, then there was something else, movement and someone trying to get at him. He lost the grip he had on that knife, feeling it slip from his fingers as he staggered against the grip on him. He reached for his belt, grabbing another knife; having a set of three as one of his favorite weapons. He struggled against the grip, but he wasn't as strong as the man who had him. He brought the knife towards the other's hand, trying to jab his hand to loosen his hold, while not stabbing himself in the process.
Feeling his knife attempts weren't working, he improvised, trying then to bite the hand that had him. Jerking away also ripped his shirt, but he had a bit of distance, but one less shirt. ”What's your game, old man?” He asked from a bit away. The man didn't look like a monster, but he didn't seem much a friend either; or not yet. He couldn't tell just yet. But, he surely was at a disadvantage; all he had on him was one more knife, the others lay in front of him, and his bag was too far for him to try to grab, so he'd have to stand his ground for the time being.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Nov 28, 2012 21:28:03 GMT -5
As Vaughn fought with the kid, he did not feel his pule increase much. The kid wasn't afraid of him, he had balls--that was good. Perhaps he wasn't so bad after all. Vaughn swatted away the other knife the boy tried to use against him, letting it fall on the ground. When the boy started to bite, Vaughn let out a sigh. The boy grabbed at his shirt during the struggle and Vaughn pushed him away, feeling his shirt rip as the boys body charged towards the tree in front of them.
Whats my game? Is that what the kids say nowadays? Vaughn rose the knife and threw it towards the tree, sticking it next to the boys head. "You can call me Logan." Vaughn started to wipe some dirt from his pants and looked back at the boy. "I'm a Hunter, like yourself."
Vaughn bent down and grabbed the knife he had disarmed from the boy earlier, holding it from the blade and handed it a distance away from the boy. "Did your grandma teach you how to fight? I'm surprised you're still alive. Most kids that get into this line of work don't last. How a Vampire hasn't slit your throat yet is beyond me."
"How'd you become a hunter kid? Where are your parents?" Vaughn looked at the kid heat to toe--He wasn't very built. In fact he looked a bit starved and had a smaller build. Hell, when Vaughn was his age he was a boxer...This kid looks like he can barely open up a pickle jar.
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Post by Johnse Elison Dixon on Nov 28, 2012 21:45:37 GMT -5
So long, soldier, [/color] Cruise controller.Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie,[/color] And come down to voice a generation.[/color]
He didn't understand why if the man wanted a fight he didn't hurt him. He got the jump on him, and he could have, he could have hurt him bad. But, he basically let him go, disarming him at the most. Didn't make any sense to Eli...unless he'd found those hunters he'd been looking for. But, he still wasn't sure what that could have meant for him. His eyes followed the knife as the man stuck it in a tree. He didn't take his eyes off of him, but reached up to collect it, sliding it around in his palm rather then putting it away. He kept his eyes on the man as he spoke, ”That a name I should know? Cuz I can't say I recall it.” He said with an abrasive tone, ”Johnse.” He offered reluctantly, but gave him the name he never answered to, no last name. He didn't know the man enough for him to call him Eli.
He brushed himself off, and reached to take the knife from the other. ”Never had a Grandmother, maybe that's my problem.” He said sarcasically. ”There are other kids in this line of work? Pity those suckers.” He added, scratching his neck with his knife. ”Been a hot minute since I've had a run in with any vampires.” He supposed maybe that was just his luck. He wasn't part of a big group, it was just him right now, he didn't have armies and fancy toys like some might have. He had his hands, his knives and his feet; and if that wasn't good enough, there wasn't much he could do about it.
It seemed the man was sizing him up, and would probably send him back to Mommy and Daddy, no such luck there though. He didn't like giving out details about himself, but he was in the man's turf, so he owed him that at least, or so he thought he did. ”Mom died when I was a toddler, something killed her, don't know what. Dad lost it, started hunting, dragged me into when I was a bit older. He dead now too though I assume. He made a lot of enemies so I can't say what got him.” He had said more then he cared to, but maybe if he could get in with other hunters he'd live longer and be able to sleep somewhere not in a gutter.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Nov 28, 2012 22:59:20 GMT -5
Vaughn respected the kid's bravery. But it was that bravery that would probably get him killed. "I'm Commander Logan of the Hunters. I lead them. My Lt. said I should check you out and see what you have what it takes to become part of us. You have heart kid, but you might be a risk to us."
He watched as Johnse played with the knives like toys. He couldn't imagine how many supernatural he had killed if he had killed any at all. Probably enough to count on his hand.
When he heard Johnse talk about his parents, he couldn't help but think of his as well. "My mother was taken by vampires when I was a boy..--My father became obsessed and has been looking for her ever since. I get where you're coming from kid. My father trained me nonstop--Can't say I had much of a childhood."
Vaughn looked around when he heard some movement in nearby brush. But there was nothing. He turned back to the kid, looking at his knives and then back to him. "Those knives won't be much use when you come across an organized group of Vamps or Lycans. Here, why don't we go get some milkshakes or something and we'll see if you're ready to join the Hunters. What do you say?"
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Post by Johnse Elison Dixon on Nov 29, 2012 11:51:03 GMT -5
So long, soldier, [/color] Cruise controller.Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie,[/color] And come down to voice a generation.[/color]
Might be a risk? His father killed other hunters and he was sure somewhere someone knew about that. Once this dude found out who he was, might not go over so well with some people, he didn't want his father's battles, but much like hunting, there was a good chance he'd get them. ”Commander. So organized here.” He commented offhandedly, he hadn't really heard of organization like this where he'd been from, but then again, he was from the boonies, so it was more or less everyone for themselves. ”If I'm such a risk, why bother following me around? Just kill me, I'm sure you're more then capable.” It was how his own dad took care of risks, so he wasn't opposed to it, just off him; he was sure his own father wouldn't have cared if he was offed, if he got in his way he probably would have done it himself.
”Childhoods are nothing more then nostalgia trips for the weak.; you're not missing anything.” He said, he sounded a lot older then 16, a lot more callous. He hadn't had one either, he'd been cooped up in the house, left alone for days on end. He didn't need anyone in his life to get by, but had he had someone in his life maybe he would have turned out better. He wasn't of use to anyone really, didn't know how to hold down a job, not that he was really old enough to have one. He bused tables, that was about as far as he'd ever get. He wasn't good with money, and he didn't know how to deal with people much. ”A shame about your mother though, and your dad.” He tried to emphasize. He didn't have a relationship with his mother, maybe he would have been different otherwise.
He looked at the bush, but he didn't see anything either, and he figured if this guy was here he'd be okay..ish. ”Those are organized here too? We never dealt with more then one or two at a time back home.” He admitted. He was sure there were more of them then he cared to think about in a big city like this, but the ones his father dragged him after must have been rogue or something, he guessed that was the right word. He eyed the man, not wanting to trust him, but what choice did he have? He put the knife back in his belt, and he straightened himself out, looked at the man again, ”I guess...but if you're some kind of pervert, I will not hesitate to stab you, Commander.”
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Nov 29, 2012 12:46:09 GMT -5
"That's not how I operate Kid" he said as he crossed his arms. "I don't kill for pleasure." Vaughn looked up and saw dark rainclouds coming in. Great. More rain. The only thing rain was good for in this town was for tracking Lycans. It's hard to mask the smell of wet dog. But even then it was difficult. Rain only adds weight, making it harder to move and be as agile. Not only that but it can be difficult to see...especially with the rainfall the city gets.
Vaughn looked at the kid almost in pity. He saw himself as a younger boy, being tormented by his father and the reminder of his mother being taken. Night and day his father would train him and hound him; only accepting perfection. Although Vaughn knew his father loved him, even if he only showed it on occasion.
Looking back up at the sky, Vaughn tugged on his leather jacket. I hate rain, he thought. Why can't we have more of that august rush--The rush of hot winds and a dry period.
He looked towards the kid when he began to speak again, and he shook his head. "Then you have a lot to learn kid. Central Park for instance is almost always dominated by Vampires. Especially at night. Even the Vampire Countess has trouble keeping those rogues in place." Vaughn watched the kids facial expressions for a moment. "...I'm glad you have experience kid--but here it means very little. If you have questions, ask them."
Vaughn let out a mild laugh when the kid had the nerve to call him a pervert. "Sorry Kid, I don't swing that way." Vaughn pulled up his sleeve and looked at his watch--"Okay, I remember where I parked now. C'mon Kid, this way" Vaughn said, as he started walking away from Johnse towards a red car off in the distance parked on the side of the cemetery street.
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Post by Johnse Elison Dixon on Nov 29, 2012 23:16:35 GMT -5
So long, soldier, [/color] Cruise controller.Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie,[/color] And come down to voice a generation.[/color]
That was a change, he supposed. ”Wish I could say the same about other hunters I've known.” He said darkly. Sometimes he thought he'd been on more hunter hunting trips in the last few years then beast hunting. It seemed to him his father killed beasts for revenge, and then moved on to killing hunters who wouldn't take out the beasts themselves. Didn't make sense to Eli, but he could have said something and risked his own neck. He learned once upon a time that you don't argue with the damned, let someone else sort them out.
Eli knew he was a wreck, he kept a journal that reminded him every time he looked at it. Maybe someone some day could get his head straight, but now he wasn’t in that place, he mistrusted anyone who came near him, monster or other wise. Here was someone trying to help him, and he was looking at him like he was garbage. He had no right, but he couldn't get off it; he was just that way. Some thought it was he had a lot of nerve, but it was really just how he was, he didn't know how to appreciate things, but he could try.
What had he gotten himself into coming here? He sighed, tugging at his ruined shirt. It was a sign of distress, but what else could he do? He didn't know anyone, his father had sold their house, he didn't know how to drive a car, didn't have a car either way. His father bet everything coming here and lost everything. He sighed again, wanting to just...run, but there was no sense in that. If he weren't prepared, it sounded like he'd soon end up dead one way or the other. At least with this dude around maybe he'd die at a later date. ”If I agree to learn stuff, what's the likelihood I'll see my next birthday?” He asked, pulling his arm closer to his body, something he often did when he was distressed.
Well if he were to run it'd be now or never, but he felt his legs going after the man. He grabbed the ratty bag he kept with him, and he swung it over his shoulder. He kept his head low as he followed the man, saying nothing else. The smell of rain was all over him, and he was sort of glad maybe he wouldn't have to sleep outside tonight, it took a real steel mind to be able to stay out in the rain in a city this large.
Deep down, he wanted to ask about his dad, but he knew he was dead, and probably known to this group, and that wasn't really attention he needed. Being the son of a hunter killer probably wouldn’t go over too well with a lot of people.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Nov 30, 2012 14:48:18 GMT -5
As Vaughn neared his car he took out his keys and jingled them in his hand, looking around for anyone or anything. He turned his head slightly to see if the kid was still following him..--luckily he was. He might live longer now.
"So kid, you know how to drive?" Vaughn said as he opened up his door and reached across to the other door, unlocking it. Vaughn got in quickly and shut the door behind him, looking out the window towards where they came. "You remember the bush rattling?" Vaughn said as he turned on the car and looked in his rear-view mirror. "We were being hunted by Vamps; four of them at least." With that Vaughn shifted into first gear, let out on the clutch, gas the car some gas and sped off down the old road.
"Listen Kid, if you're going to be out here with me you got to know two thing: First, you have to learn to trust me. Which I know is a hard thing to ask from anyone, but if you don't one of us will die. Secondly, keep up with me. I don't want any dead weight. You either keep up or you get left behind. I know it sounds harsh, but it's the only way you'll learn. Otherwise you won't last out here. Got it?"
By the time Vaughn finished his lecture he was already in fifth gear, going down the road at about 90 MPH. "Also, I don't care what you were told or taught. Out here, you follow my orders. We don't kill for pleasure, we only kill if we have to. We kill in order to protect the citizens of the city. The police and the government are after us, and they will not stop until we are either dead or brought before the law. Luckily we have a secret compound, but you aren't ready to go there yet."
Vaughn drifted around a corner and let out a laugh, looking at Johnse to see his reaction before straightening out his car and going down the main road. "Also, find time to have fun. Otherwise you'll end up going insane. Enjoy the little things. But keep your mind attentive...--No use in finding neverland.
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