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| Shawn Cole Reynolds | Feb 4 2012, 03:09 PM Post #1 |
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[dohtml]<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Oswald' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <center> <div style="width:419px; border-top:2px dotted black; border-bottom:2px dotted black;"> <div style="width:365px; border-left:20px solid #B4CDCD; border-right:20px solid #B4CDCD; padding-top:10pz: padding-left:0px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom:3px; background-color:#B4CDCD"><div style="background-color:#B4CDCD; width: 390px; height:20px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#fff; padding-top:3px;"></div> <div style="padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:0px;"><img src=http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h360/MsRFollese/IYFN/Thread%20Photos/shawn.jpg></div> <div style="width:390px; height:30px; background-color:#B4CDCD; padding-left:1px;"> <div style="width:378px; background-color:#B4CDCD; font-family: 'Oswald', sans-serif; font-size:26px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:white; text-size:35px; padding-right:10px; padding-top:8px; padding-bottom:0px;">yeah, well payback is a motherfucker</div></div> <center><div style="width: 370px; background-color:white; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; padding-left:5px; padding-right:5px; color: black; line-height:102%; padding-top:7px; padding-bottom:4px;"> Despite what happened when he was sixteen, Ravenbrooke was home. Shawn had been here most of his life and even with what goes on here, it kept him in town. He owns the only shooting range here and anyone who knows him knows that he can be one of the biggest assholes here. For all the older citizens, they knew he hadn’t always been that way. As a kid he was actually a very sweet boy until his entire family was ripped apart by a pack of werewolves. The news however told the locals that it was just a really horrible robbery gone wrong and they didn’t go into any details about the case. In all honesty, Shawn didn’t even know how he even managed to survive the attack. All he remembered was the sound of glass shattering, snarling, the sounds of his family getting mauled, and the feel of claws digging deep in his chest and neck. The next time he woke he was in a hospital bed with bandages covering his wounds. If you were a stranger and you asked him about it he’d probably tell you to fuck off or tell a tall tale just to yank your chain. But even those who really knew him didn’t really know the whole story. Truth was, he was really a fan of letting people in. he figured if he kept everyone a fair distance away he could keep himself from feeling such a loss again.<br><br> When he was able to go home the doctors had told him that he should get some mental help, nobody believed what he saw, they all told him he was making it up. That whoever killed his family was just someone who was messed up in the head. There was only one family he could turn to though that really knew he wasn’t lying about what he saw. The Carters had been like a second family to him, Lucy was like a little sister and her father taught him what he needed to know to kill the creatures that destroyed him. Eleven years ago he took over the role that Mr. Carter had held for so many years as the head hunter. And that wasn’t the only thing that had changed though; he also took in Amelia Hawthorne after her parents had been killed by vampires. Now at seventeen she’s already a better hunter then he had been at that age.<br><br> ”Hey Link! We need some new targets in here.” as always, when he wasn’t at home you could find him at the shooting range. Shawn kept his business running like he’d been in the military for years instead of just being a civilian. But he ran his whole life like that, home or work if it wasn’t the way he wanted it he’d say it. ”Link, hurry your ass up before I fire you.” those who knew him knew that if Shawn had to ask you to do something more than once you’d be cruising for a bruising. But most likely you would just get chewed out if he didn’t feel like throwing a punch. He lost his patience quick with people, even those who he worked with and you knew not to piss him off if he was already in a mood. Because if you did you’d more than likely get your head bit off.<br><br> Once Link was finally doing what he was supposed to do, Shawn headed for the front desk to make sure things were in order. </div> <p> <div style="background-color:#B4CDCD; width: 390px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#fff; padding-top:0px;"><center>AMELIA - BLACK JEANS, BOOTS, T-SHIRT - WHOOTLES </center></div></div></div> <p><center><div style="font-size:7px; font-family:arial; text-align:center">MADE BY <a href=http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=45072>NATB0308</a> OF CAUTION</div> [/dohtml] |
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| Amelia Jennifer Hawthorne | Feb 6 2012, 12:24 PM Post #2 |
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making it pretty later, you know why. =) |
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| Shawn Cole Reynolds | Feb 6 2012, 04:48 PM Post #3 |
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[dohtml]<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Oswald' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <center> <div style="width:419px; border-top:2px dotted black; border-bottom:2px dotted black;"> <div style="width:365px; border-left:20px solid #B4CDCD; border-right:20px solid #B4CDCD; padding-top:10pz: padding-left:0px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom:3px; background-color:#B4CDCD"><div style="background-color:#B4CDCD; width: 390px; height:20px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#fff; padding-top:3px;"></div> <div style="padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:0px;"><img src=http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h360/MsRFollese/IYFN/Thread%20Photos/shawn.jpg></div> <div style="width:390px; height:30px; background-color:#B4CDCD; padding-left:1px;"> <div style="width:378px; background-color:#B4CDCD; font-family: 'Oswald', sans-serif; font-size:26px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:white; text-size:35px; padding-right:10px; padding-top:8px; padding-bottom:0px;">yeah, well payback is a motherfucker</div></div> <center><div style="width: 370px; background-color:white; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; padding-left:5px; padding-right:5px; color: black; line-height:102%; padding-top:7px; padding-bottom:4px;"> There honestly wasn’t a day that went by where Shawn wasn’t yelling at one of his employees. There were days when he thought that if he just ran the place alone he’d get more things done. But as it was he had to harp at every single one at least once a day just to get what was asked done. But surprisingly enough, none of them seemed too worried over getting fired, nor did they put up much of a fight when Shawn yelled at them. Maybe it was the fact that he was a pretty mean guy when he wanted to be. Not to mention that he worked out every day, his temper just added to the rough exterior he had. If you worked for him he’d make sure you had a tough skin, otherwise you probably wouldn’t last. You’d never see the sweet side of him; the one he used to have as a kid, since that night that kid was long gone. Lucy had tried several times to pry him out, but it never worked. It seemed like he was lost forever, never to be seen again.<br><br> When he got up to the front he saw Mia walking in the door and he listened to her speak before he replied. ”If I gave him slack nothing would get done around her Mia, you know that.” he told her as he put a box on the counter and started unloading boxes of bullets and putting them in the display case. A short laugh escaped him at her words. ”There’s plenty of other people for me to harp at.” He says looking at her. He had done it her a few times already, especially when she was in training. You could say he demanded perfection from every hunter he knew, but with her he was taking it to the extreme. She didn’t seem to care though, she enjoyed it really or at least that’s what it seemed like. ”I’ll teach you when you’re eighteen.” He told her when she asked about being able to shoot a gun. He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her closely, leaning against the counter. ”You’re coming a long way in your training, Mia, but you’re not ready for a gun.” shooting guns wasn’t all fun and games, there were risks involved if you didn’t know how to handle one. ”But I’ll tell you what, if you show more improvement in the next week I’ll see what happens.” He turned back to the box and emptied its contents before he headed to the back again to discard it. </div> <p> <div style="background-color:#B4CDCD; width: 390px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#fff; padding-top:0px;"><center>AMELIA - BLACK JEANS, BOOTS, T-SHIRT - WHOOTLES </center></div></div></div> <p><center><div style="font-size:7px; font-family:arial; text-align:center">MADE BY <a href=http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=45072>NATB0308</a> OF CAUTION</div> [/dohtml] |
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| Amelia Jennifer Hawthorne | Feb 7 2012, 12:03 PM Post #4 |
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Mia would smile, but she was only able to raise an eyebrow. It was a lie, if they didn’t do what they were supposed to, Shawn would do it. He might be a man with quite the temper, but he was not a man who would let his shooting range go because of some lazy ass employees. If he had to, then he would do it himself, but Mia was sure that he just liked bossing around with someone. He had done it quite a few times with her, that was simply how it was being a child against the adult in a household and even though Amelia never complained about chores, even though she hated them, then he wouldn’t stop bossing her around a bit. Amelia actually found it a bit funny and when it wasn’t she would let her know. Mia was one to speak her mind, especially when it comes to Shawn, he’s a man who too speaks the truth when he feels needed to, and if someone bossed around with him, he would tell them to go to hell. Mia, being raised by this man, should only be allowed to do so as well when she felt that he was unfair. ”You wouldn’t let that happen, Shawn. Maybe you should just fire him, a threat won’t do much if he doesn’t think you will do it,” she said, lifting her eyebrow almost challenging, ”I know you have fired a lot of men, and so does Link, but why him? Your long term employee for what? 6 months? That’s almost a record,” she said and pulled some hair behind her ear. She was basically challenging him to fire Link, she was sure he wouldn’t do it, mostly because at least now he was being productive, ”You don’t have to fire him now, I mean, he’s working now, but think about that next time you want to yell at him to get his ass back to gear,” she said and shrugged slightly. Training with Shawn was.. well, it was torture, or at least it used to be. When she first started she was thrown into the unknown and she wasn’t very good, but she picked it up quickly and already after a few practices it was less hard, that was not to say that it was easy, please, training with Shawn was never easy. He wanted perfection and if you weren’t able to give it to him, you’re dead. Shawn has never yelled so much at her as he does when their on the training field, but at least Amelia enjoys being there with him. Maybe it’s because she has it in her genes, both her parents were hunters, and her grandparents were hunters too, what could she know? She didn’t know of any family apart from her parents, she never gave it much thought or anything, but it was possible that the hunters in her family went waaay back. Amelia gave out a huge sigh, she hated when she was told that she was too little, she might only be 17, but she was much smarter and experienced than that. She didn’t find any joy in the things teenagers do like going to parties, drinking or anything like that, but preferred to practice, read and other much more adult-like things. She wouldn’t say that Shawn treated her like a kid, because he didn’t, but when he told her that she had to be older for something, she was able to get really pissed, ”But Shawn!” she said and stumped her foot down in the floor, ”You have students who come here and shoot on the shooting range, why can’t I?” she said and pulled her lower lip over the upper in an almost puppy-like face. She knew she looked cute, but she also knew that it wouldn’t for anything in the world work on Shawn, so she quickly dropped it and gave out another sigh, ”I’m not a kid you know..” she said and leaned herself up against the counter again, ”And I’m good, and it’s hard to improve when you’re always wanting the perfect and if I had to say so myself, I’m pretty damn good,” she said and shook her head, ”I really believe I’m ready, I mean, how can I not? I can handle most things with ease and you know I won’t play around with it as if it was a toy. I have respect for every weapon I know and especially a gun..” she said, feeling pretty sure and comfortable about her respond and reasons as to why he should allow her to try out a gun. |
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| Shawn Cole Reynolds | Feb 7 2012, 01:05 PM Post #5 |
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[dohtml]<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Oswald' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <center> <div style="width:419px; border-top:2px dotted black; border-bottom:2px dotted black;"> <div style="width:365px; border-left:20px solid #B4CDCD; border-right:20px solid #B4CDCD; padding-top:10pz: padding-left:0px; padding-right: 14px; padding-bottom:3px; background-color:#B4CDCD"><div style="background-color:#B4CDCD; width: 390px; height:20px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#fff; padding-top:3px;"></div> <div style="padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:0px;"><img src=http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h360/MsRFollese/IYFN/Thread%20Photos/shawn.jpg></div> <div style="width:390px; height:30px; background-color:#B4CDCD; padding-left:1px;"> <div style="width:378px; background-color:#B4CDCD; font-family: 'Oswald', sans-serif; font-size:26px; letter-spacing:-2px; color:white; text-size:35px; padding-right:10px; padding-top:8px; padding-bottom:0px;">yeah, well payback is a motherfucker</div></div> <center><div style="width: 370px; background-color:white; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; padding-left:5px; padding-right:5px; color: black; line-height:102%; padding-top:7px; padding-bottom:4px;"> Shawn had known Amelia’s parents for a while before they left town to do what they did best. Unlike Shawn, they were raised by hunters, so it was only natural for them to grow up to fill those footsteps. Shawn got into it in a different way; after his family was murdered he took that anger and used it to get even. Lucy’s father had helped him in that. And even after all these years he still wasn’t satisfied, he wasn’t going to stop killing until every last one of them was dead. Or unless something happened with him. As he stood there unpacking things he listened to Mia, there wasn’t any doubt in his mind that she was smarter than her years. He’d raised her since she was eleven years old, and in some ways you could say she had become almost like a daughter to him. Shawn would never admit to that out loud though, there were just some things that were meant to be kept under a lock and key. ”Despite him being a lazy ass once in a while he’s a hard worker who just needs a kick in the ass.” he did have to admit though she was right about keeping Link employed her for as long as he had. He was known to fire people after only a couple weeks, so when she did bring that up he sighed a little bit. Leaning forward he spoke to her quietly. ”He knows what we do Mia, and he wants in on it. I’m keeping him here just so he doesn’t go flapping his jaws off to people who don’t need to know.” <br><br> Shawn never asked why people would want to get into his line of work. Everyone had their own reasons for wanting those who weren’t natural dead. And even know Shawn never really liked to train others he thought that if it would make someone better he did it. At that but he looked at her with a stern look on his face. She had a point, he’d give her that and when he came back from the back he looked at her and when she was finished speaking he thought over her words for a moment. Sometimes he wondered if he should’ve started her sooner. ”Alright, you make a valid point.” He says to her before he went over to the counter and opened up a drawer. He pulled out a throwing dagger and turned to look at her again before he spoke. ”If you can get a bull’s eye, we’ll start when you’re done at school tomorrow. If you can’t then we wait until you’re eighteen. Deal?” </div> <p> <div style="background-color:#B4CDCD; width: 390px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color:#fff; padding-top:0px;"><center>AMELIA - BLACK JEANS, BOOTS, T-SHIRT - WHOOTLES </center></div></div></div> <p><center><div style="font-size:7px; font-family:arial; text-align:center">MADE BY <a href=http://z10.invisionfree.com/CAUTIONTOTHEWIND/index.php?showuser=45072>NATB0308</a> OF CAUTION</div> [/dohtml] |
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| Amelia Jennifer Hawthorne | Feb 10 2012, 04:00 PM Post #6 |
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No one apart from Shawn and a few of the other hunter, Lucy for example, knew about what had happened to her and her family, nor did they know what journey she had been on. Mia was an actor by heart, from a very young age she plastered on a smile so people would allow her to drive with them and she has always acted as if nothing was wrong. Amelia can’t remember a time where she had cried, not even when she saw her parents lying dead before her feet she was able to cry, she was just in plain shock. Never having shed a tear, she almost felt as if she had been acting her entire life. She didn’t know if she minded, because she was happy about the way that she were, but, she always wondered whether it was actually her or not.<br><br> Amelia couldn’t help herself when she rolled her eyes over what he was saying, about how Link wanted to be one of them. She knew that kicking him out of there could mean that he would tell about them, but then again, she simply couldn’t believe it. Link simply didn’t have the balls to do it, Mia had more balls than he did, and she being a female and him being a male, it was pretty impressing, but Mia was tough, and only very few people knew that, but Link was starting to get the idea. She was looking all so very innocent, but he was starting to find out that she wasn’t. He wasn’t old, nor was he particularly young, but being born, raised into a family and hunters and having been trained since she was 11-12, she thought he didn’t stand a chance. It was nice to have supporters, but it was best if they were actually able to do something, like kill a fucking supernatural, ”Well, exactly how do you know that he wants to be one of us? How can you be sure that he isn’t just messing around with your old head and getting things out of you. I don’t trust anybody, and neither do you.. So why even give Link a chance?” she said, almost biting Shawn head off as she whistled the last few words out between her tight lips. She wasn’t satisfied with the importance a co-worker was having on him, if Link actually wanted to be a hunter, he would be able to do some more for it, and not need to get a small kick in his behind whenever something needs to get done. That’s simply not the way to get by.<br><br> Confidence might was shown on her face, but she was slowly breaking down on the inside. No matter how convincing her words had been, then Shawn was not a man you made deals with, when he had decided on one thing, than that was just how it was. But Mia’s arguments were good; she knew that even he would be able to see that, but she also knew that it probably wouldn’t be enough, but maybe it would at least make him kind of proud to have a follower that at least knew how to speak her mind, and yet come with good and solid arguments. In some ways she was good as a successor for Shawn in the Hunters League or.. whatever you want to call it, but Mia also felt like the shoes were too big to fill in, and she had often thought about giving it on to Lucy, but it was never something that she discussed with Shawn, nor would she never mention it to him until it was actually time for it to really matter. For all she knew then she would be slaughtered before Shawn would, it was a fact that she was weaker than him, and when it came to survival of the fittest, then she wouldn’t stand a chance if it was against Shawn.<br><br> Mia was sure that he would say something along the lines of; forget it sweetie, well, without the sweetie, but you know, at least turning her down, but when he pulled out the drawer and turned the dagger towards her, she smiled surprised, and not only were she surprised, she was scared to death. She knew she had a good shot, she knew she could do it, she had done it before, but it was in situations like this, where someone was looking at her, when Shawn had challenged her, that she was certain that she would fail. She can’t for anything in the world win over Shawn. She reached out and took the dagger, slowly studying the beautiful daggers as she had a small smirk on her lips. She nodded and gave Shawn a look that for a second looked nervous before she swallowed a lump, raised the dagger, tried to focus on the bull’s eye as she considered if she actually wanted to shoot with a gun before she was 18. It wasn’t like it was several years, all we were talking about was 5 months, but 5 months were too long for Mia, especially because she felt ready to shoot a gun now, but she knew that if Shawn thought I was best to wait, then it was probably best to wait.<br><br> She had no idea how it had happened or when she had let her arm swing and let go of the dagger, but in one way or another it was across the room and landed on the target. From a distance it looked like a bull’s eye, but she knew that it was stupid to start celebrating until you knew for sure. She moved closer, and the closer she got, the more angry she got, because she could see that it wasn’t a complete bull’s eye, but a little crooked, it reached into the bull’s eye, but it probably wasn’t enough for Shawn. 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| Shawn Cole Reynolds | Feb 19 2012, 11:10 AM Post #7 |
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| Amelia Jennifer Hawthorne | Feb 24 2012, 04:45 PM Post #8 |
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Link would be smart enough to know that if he told anyone anything about them, then he would be killed, simply to maintain the safety of the group. Mia knew that Shawn didn’t want to kill people who weren’t a supernatural, but Mia was sure that she almost wouldn’t be able to see the difference. There would be a difference, but as long as she had a reason for killing them, then it would just be yet another reason. If Link said a word, she’ll make sure that he’ll regret it. Plus, she really couldn’t figure out how the hell Link found out. She hadn’t told anyone, and as said, she was a born actress, there shouldn’t be anything to read from her, and if it wasn’t for Shawn’s bad ass attitude, then there wouldn’t be any signs either. Link had probably just taken a shot in the dark and ended up actually hitting something pretty big to try and save his ass. Or maybe he was spying on the group. It was a terrible thing to say, but it was also a possibility, ”Doesn’t he know that if he tells anyone he’ll most likely die?” Amelia said, and jumped up on the counter even though Shawn would probably complain and force her to get down from it immediately. If there were something he cared about, then it was his shooting range.<br><br> Mia could almost already feel her heart fall about the fact that she would probably repeat her hard training routine the next many months until she turned 18 and she was allowed to actually touch a gun. She knew that Shawn found a bow completely out of the picture, but she had touched one and shot with one, though he preferred that it would remain his weapon, and not turn into hers too. Now, she had no preference in weapon. She had been introduced to quite a few though there weren’t one that she had actually fallen for, and she doubted it would be a gun, but she would at least want to try and shoot with one and get taught how to use one. If she knew about its techniques, then she would also feel a lot more ready for everything. You never knew when you were on a task/mission and someone hands you a gun and you have to give it back because you aren’t old enough to use it. Amelia wasn’t a kid, and she really wanted Shawn to get that sometimes. She didn’t say that he was completely ignorant to the fact that he was getting older, and that she wasn’t as young as she used to be, but she had to admit, sometimes he had a lot of control over her, even if it was only to protect her. She wasn’t a hard teenage girl to live with and she never brought things up for discussion, though this one was one she would have to take up soon. Not start a fight, but merely mentioning the fact that she was getting older and with that there would follow a lot of things, and she expected that he would be not only okay with that, but ready to handle them in the best way possible and not to keep her in a leash all of the time.<br><br> But just when she thought it was all over, Shawn changed and told her that even though she would start small, then she was going to start the process of learning how to use and control a gun. Amelia had a huge smile on her lips, but that was her only reaction. Some would probably have jumped up and down, but that wasn’t how she was, but she did contemplate to give Shawn a hug, not that he would like it, especially not if anyone saw it, and he was probably afraid that Link did, so she kept herself from it, the more heartless they both seemed, the better. They shouldn’t show anyone, not even Link who “wanted to become one of them” that they might had some kind of weakness. She shook her head slightly though, ”Why did I have to get a bullseye to be allowed? Exactly what would it have proven? That I was a good shot, because you already know that, you trained me..” she said and shrugged, he couldn’t exactly say that he wanted fate to be the judge, or that he wanted her to prove to him that she was ready and that she really wanted it, but at the moment, as she wondered why he had given her the task, she was wondering if he had already made up his mind beforehand and simply just wanted something to entertain him. ”I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m excited about starting, but I’m just curious.. You are normally not a man you can cut deals with..” she said and smiled slightly as she removed the hair that had run down in front of her face behind her ear. </td></tr> <th> <div align="right"> <span style=" color:#666; font-size:8px;"> <a style="text-decoration:underline; color:#666; font-size:7px;" href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/A_THOUSAND_FIREFLIES/index.php?showuser=3209" >PATHICE PRODUCTIONS</a> @ ATF. </span> </div></th> </table> </center> [/dohtml] |
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| Shawn Cole Reynolds | Mar 1 2012, 07:10 PM Post #9 |
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