Hunting? Not me. {Open~}

[Jenna Rae Black]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Fix me, It's taken a lifetime to lose my way. A lifetime of yesterdays. All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand, and fades in the wind. Crossing lines, small crimes, taking back what is mine. I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction, I'm right where I should be, don't try and fix me Jenna moved through the forest, not quite silent but quietly enough that most wouldn't be able to hear her. She had her silver chain necklace wrapped around her neck, a gun tucked into the back of her jeans with silver bullets inside. Many would think she was out hunting a werewolf. In fact, that was what her father thought just then, out hunting yet another wolf he claimed killed some poor woman, despite the fact there were no news reports about it in the newspaper or on television. Her father thought she was stupid. Jenna knew he was the foolish one. The night was dark, lit only by the faint trickle of moonlight that could reach in through the trees. The forest would have seemed ominous to Jenna if she'd been younger, but now she didn't care much. Not that she wasn't worried that a true werewolf might find her and attempt to kill her, but Jenna had long ago gotten over her fear of the dark. The air was crisp and clear as well, and the dark sky cloudless. The fresh air did Jenna good, and she couldn't help but to relax into it, sighing. She had always felt better after a walk in the forest, even if it was midnight and cold enough to nearly freeze her eyeballs. Her nose stung slightly with the burn of the winter-icy air, but she was happy. She sighed as she leaned back against a tree. Her dark brown hair with the dark pink highlights fell across her face as she listened to the sounds of the forest. She lifted her head and gazed up at the dark night sky above her. Through the canopy of trees, she could see the sharp-edged stars that dotted the night sky. In truth, Jenna was out there because she didn't have any cell reception, and it was a good reason to tell her father that was why she wasn't answering. In truth, Jenna's father always knew when she was lying despite the fact that no one else ever did. She pushed herself off the tree and started to walk again, reaching a small clearing where she could look up at the stars without hindrance from the canopy of dead branches and the few leaves that still clung stubbornly to trees. The snow underfoot crunched as she took a step and stopped in the middle of the clearing, and she realized, slowly, that she could still hear someone walking in the forest. The snap of a twig, the crunch of snow under someone's foot. She tilted her head in the direction it came from, and listened, wondering who else was out here. She wasn't scared, finding out that things that go bump in the night aren't all myth doesn't let you easily get scared. She was curious though, and she stood there silently in a patch of moon and starlight, waiting for whoever was in the forest to find her. 494, black shirt/dark jeans/heavy winter coat, open

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[Hance Kenneth Peters]

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[Jenna Rae Black]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Fix me, It's taken a lifetime to lose my way. A lifetime of yesterdays. All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand, and fades in the wind. Crossing lines, small crimes, taking back what is mine. I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction, I'm right where I should be, don't try and fix me Jenna heard the person approach, and turned her head in time to see what looked quite a bit like a rifle in shadow being raised in her direction. She frowned a little, and stepped into the moonlight so the person could see she wasn't some animal that he needed to shoot. She held up her hands, out just slightly as if to say, Hey, I'm not armed. Her silver necklace glinted in the moonlight, and the silver bracelets she wore were uncovered from her coat when she held her arms out. "I see the rifle," She called softly. "Don't shoot. I'd appreciate not having to go to the hospital." Her tone was flat, as if she didn't care either way, but her heart thumped hard in her chest and she wondered if it was a typical human hunter out hunting illegally at night, or if it was her type of hunter, out searching for dangerous prey. Not that she really wanted to be a hunter, but only her brother really knew that. She wasn't about to say she wasn't armed. She was always armed. She had a knife in her boot, a small caliber gun in the back of her jeans, and the neck chain around her throat could even be used as a sort of weapon against a werewolf. But as long as this wasn't an trigger-happy idiot, maybe they'd all get out of here without getting shot. "You aren't going to shoot me, are you?" She asked as she lowered her arms. She really hoped not, her brother would be so pissed... "I can't dodge a bullet." Some werewolves might be able to, given a chance. Maybe if this guy was a hunter, he'd catch her reference and wouldn't shoot her out of hand. Pleeease don't let this be a trigger happy idiot... 305, black shirt/dark jeans/heavy winter coat, , Tag; Hance Kenneth Peters

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[Hance Kenneth Peters]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] Hance Peters "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Hance could feel the muscles in his body relax almost instantly when he heard the feminine voice asking not to shoot. It was a flat voice but belonging to a female never the less, that much he knew. Lowering the rifle, he readjusted the strap so it rested against his back and entered the clearing. Looking the woman up and down, Hance was happy he wasn't a trigger happy moron (like many people he knew). It'd be a shame way to meet a woman because he accidentally shot her thinking she was something she obviously wasn't. How did he know she wasn't a werewolf? Easy. She said she couldn't dodge a bullet. Okay, maybe not the most accurate way to tell but she wasn't attacking him so that was good enough proof for him. "Nah, not gonna shoot. Be a shame to damage someone so pretty." Cheesy Hance, but true all the same. "What's a pretty girl like you doing wanderin' the forest at a time like this?" Tags: Jenna | Words: -- | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: In their own line

[Jenna Rae Black]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Fix me, It's taken a lifetime to lose my way. A lifetime of yesterdays. All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand, and fades in the wind. Crossing lines, small crimes, taking back what is mine. I'm fine in the fire, I feed on the friction, I'm right where I should be, don't try and fix me Jenna couldn't help the slow smile when the man stepped into the feeble light of the moon and asked what a pretty girl was doing wandering the woods. She might have been screwed up, but she could take a compliment when she heard one, even if Carson hadn't been the one to give it to her. A small part of her cried with her loss as if he had died, not been changed into a werewolf. Part of Jenna also sighed in relief, though only the smile showed on her face. She was really glad he had lowered the gun. She really didn't think she'd be able to survive a gunshot. She had a horrid pain tolerance. "It's a good night for a stroll in the woods," Jenna said with a shrug. "It's a good night to go hunting." She wondered if he would catch her reference to hunting werewolves, but wasn't sure. She didn't know many other hunters, and even though she wasn't hunting tonight, it was always good to try and figure out who was on her side, in case she needed help. "Now that I've said why I'm in the woods, why are you out here?" Jenna raised her hands, and the silver bracelets glinted again. She shifted and her necklace caught the light of the moon as well. "I'm Jenna, by the way." 227

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[Hance Kenneth Peters]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] Hance Peters "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" The small smirk on Hance's face grew into a slightly larger, less creeper-styled half smile. "It's always a good night for a stroll in the woods." He mused as he moved closer to the center of the clearing. No one wants to be the guy standing in the shadows like a serial killer waiting to strike. Well, okay maybe the damned werewolves and the odd psychopath on television but the latter didn't count for much in Hance's brain. It was Converse, psychopaths were non-existent. Glancing up at the starry sky, he squinted a bit and titled his head to the side. "Definitely a better night, still not the best." He shrugged and twisted his torso in an attempt to stretch out his back. "As for me... just out for a nice walk. Figure I'd take advantage of the nice weather and maybe bag some fresh meat to stock up on and make sure there wasn't anything dangerous lurking in the shadows." His eyes shifted to the surrounding trees, half expecting to see glowing eyes glowering at him from a distance. "Hance." Extending his hand toward Jenna. Tags: Jenna | Words: -- | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: In their own line