ATLAS BUMILA
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Deju vu
Sept 8, 2020 2:16:04 GMT
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Post by ATLAS BUMILA on Sept 8, 2020 2:16:04 GMT
Atlas have returned to mystic falls. He dropped out after his meeting with a hunter named Chris. He hoped he didn’t bump into him again. Atlas was still learning on what he became. He hasn't shifted as he found a way to relax, he ironged the smells he got which were about 300miles away. Atlas got a new car which was just small red coloured car, simply for him. He drove to the house where his uncle lived but he saw the house was abandoned. He was given information that there was a murder. A Male was found ripe to shreds and a young teenager was missing and was believed to be dead.
Atlas felt he lost his cousin, so he decided to turn around and head back towards the college. It was around evening time so he decided to stay in his car tonight and go and sign in the morning. He settled in the back seat and was about to get some sleep, until a familiar scent caught his attention ‘please not again, I can’t go this again’ he thought and closed his eyes some more. He breathed deeply and followed the trail. There he came across a dead body.
Atlas tried his best not to pass out due to the sight of blood. He backed away ‘got to leave before the hunters turn up’ he thought. He didn’t want nothing to do with this, it deja vu all over again. He didn’t want a gun pointed at his face again, that was horrible and he really hated it so much. So by walking away calmly, he clearly has no blood on his clothes etc so he was innocent. He went back to the car and settled down to get some sleep, and hope no hunter would come here again. tagged: CHRIS ARGENTAnnie || caution
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Oct 13, 2020 19:09:03 GMT
Maybe it was a blessing Allison had chosen not to go to college. In any other city she’d likely have been safe, the usual college problems of pledging a Sorority or failing midterms her biggest problem. Whitmore was close to Mystic Falls though, the maladies that gave the town a death rate that matched Chicago or New York. Kids went missing here, kids turned up changed or hurt, some never turned up at all.
They’d taken to patrolling the woods, he, Marie-Jeanne and Henri, other hunters he knew in town. There was an entire network of them here, although, Chris thought as he tracked in the direction of the campus, the greater part of it something he’d never tapped into. He had people he trusted here, people he’d worked with before and they were the only ones he planned to work with. Suddenly joining unfamiliar forces would only cause more issues than they solved. The hunters flooding to town didn’t know the players or this board, they just saw things to kill … and money to make.
Thinking of the hit list that seemed to have started to filter out of town Chris felt a sourness in the pit of his stomach. Gerard hadn’t only killed those who truly deserved it but even his father hadn’t taken money to kill. Kate might’ve done but Gerard had some sort of standards. Those crawling into town didn’t and from the looks of things weren’t going to stop until they’d killed everything and everyone on that list. That might’ve meant his daughter or Scott or any of the pack they’d put together. He wasn’t going to allow it to take his daughter from him again but he knew there was no way he could guarantee it.
Other parents would think the same thing about their own children. Seeing the crumped form wedged at the base of a tree, Chris knew there’d be another family wondering why their son or daughter hadn’t come home that night. He held up his hand, stopping the hunters behind him in silence. Chris crept forward, bent to carefully turn a neck that was obviously broken. The face was bloodied, the clothes soaked with it from a wound that slashed across the pale throat. One hand was fisted, locked tight around something. He eased it open, his mouth growing sour as he spotted the dark dust clutched in a grubby palm. Mountain ash. A druid maybe or just someone who’d known about the supernatural enough to try and protect themselves.
Chris pushed his way to his feet, looking back around at his people. ”One of you stay here. The rest of you spread out. This is fresh, the blood hasn’t had a chance to dry yet.” Fixing on the familiar parking lot through the trees Chris started in that direction on his own. The sun had gone down already, leaving the lot thick with shadows but he saw the hunched form of someone in one of those cars anyway. He approached slowly, his hand on the gun he wore holstered at his hip until he got close enough to recognise the flood lit profile through the side window. Sighing, Chris hung his head and rapped his knuckles against the window. ”Don’t run,” he warned in a low voice. ”I’m not here for you but I need to talk.” He held both hands up to show he wasn’t about the aim a weapon at the kid again and then gestured him out of the car with one hand. This was getting to be the sort of coincidence he didn’t like.
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ATLAS BUMILA
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Post by ATLAS BUMILA on Oct 20, 2020 1:16:08 GMT
Atlas was hoping that he wouldn’t get seen here. Why did it have to be him. Why did he find the dead bodies. The body he saw really traumatised him, he couldn’t believe that he missed the killer and could have saved the guy. Atlas left the town after his first interaction with the hunter, he was shaken up and he didn’t want to believe what he was, was the truth.
He was sleeping but he was on the alert. When he heard the knock on the door, then the voice. The same voice as before. Man this was like deja vu. Was he really punished again. There was no blood on him, so he could just lie and say he didn’t know what was happening. Atlas did change from the last meeting though, he wasn’t going to run. He remembered how that went and he didn’t want to go through that again ever.
So he would help the hunter anyway possible “talk about what? Has there been another attack?” he asked him as he got out of his car and stood. Hoping this wasn’t a bad judgement. But the hunter didn’t hurt him before so he was trusting this wouldn’t have changed.
“I only just got back into town. I only return a day ago and I been trying to find my cousin” he thought he should know when he got back just in case there was something wrong and he was going to get blamed for it. tagged: CHRIS ARGENTAnnie || caution
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Dec 6, 2020 16:44:24 GMT
Déjà vu very rarely was, especially in the hunting world. It was just experience.
Being back in the same place, with another dead body close by, and the same kid unfortunately on the fringes of what was going on wasn’t a good experience either. Chris knew he’d had nothing to do with the first body that had been found out here. He hadn’t killed the kid then and he was willing that it was a safe bet he hadn’t killed this one either but he knew better than to trust that it was just a coincidence that the kid had the bad luck to run across his path under these circumstances twice.
Thinking of the dark ash clutched in the hand of the body he’d left his people with Chris tried to look for the tell tale smudges through the misted glass of the car door as he peered in at the kid sprawled fast asleep in the car. There hadn’t been a trail of blood leading here, nothing to indicate that the killer had even come this way but he wasn’t about to take chances. He belt a little more, squinting harder as he knocked for a second time and saw the kid startle this time.
Fast enough asleep that he hadn’t heard him coming and Chris doubted he was a good enough actor to have pulled off the look on the kid’s face as he met his eye through the glass. Chris tilted his head, indicating for the kid to get out of the car as he stepped back. Hopefully he’d learned better than to run this time.
Deft fingers had already slipped away from the holstered weapon on his hip. Chris propped his hands on his hips instead, fingers brushing the hem of his flannel shirt, his jaw tensed as he took another step back from the kid. ”For a kid who doesn’t know much you’ve got a way of being right every time,” he told him honestly. Sighing a breath out through his nose he tilted his head towards the trees. From here you couldn’t see the body or his people who had remained with it. The other people he had working their way around the campus in other directions knew better than to let themselves be seen unless they wanted to be. They were highly trained, it was the only way he’d work with people now.
Chris raked his teeth over his lip before he shook his head. He wasn’t about to start calling him a liar on where he’d been. He peeled a hand off of his hip, holding it up to cut off that train of thought to make it clear he was already casting doubt on the idea of Atlas having killed anybody this time around. ”This was fresh, tonight. Out in the woods. Somebody got themselves into a fight before their throat was torn out.” Blue eyes were already dropping, getting a look at the kids hands before rising over his clothing to his face. No mountain ash, no blood. If he had killed the person out in the woods there would’ve been signs of something, even if it was just him having tried to clean himself up. ”Who’s your cousin?” he asked, his blue eyes narrowing faintly. Some part of him hoped to hell it wasn’t the kid out there. That was one conversation he’d always hated. Notification was a cop’s job, his was trying to prevent what was going on in the first place. Protecting those who were unable to protect themselves. That included people who weren’t just human. The inability to take care of themselves wasn’t just a human thing.
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ATLAS BUMILA
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Post by ATLAS BUMILA on Dec 9, 2020 21:07:49 GMT
Atlas didn't believe in deja vu. He believed in there was a reason he was here and bumped into the hunter again. He could help the guy this time instead of running. He was given what he was told by someone he met when he left Mystic Falls, it was a gift. Atlas hasn't fully accepted it but to be told twice he was no longer human and he wasn't bitten by an normal dog, he had to believe the hunter was telling the truth and it explained why his hearing was more acute now.
He gently opened the door and kept his stance normal as he possibly could. Atlas knew there was another body, he found it five minutes before they turned up. It was just a kid, how could someone kill a kid. Atlas never understood, and he seriously hoped that he wouldn't do that as he didn't think he could ever forgive himself. He has vowed to never hurt anyone and so far he kept this promise to himself. The male could have shot him before but he didn't so he didn't think he would now. But if there was another murder from the supernatural, then he had to help. He couldn't ironge it much longer.
"I wouldn't call being bumped into a hunter twice after a murder is being in the right place and the right time" Atlas returned the friendly tone, since he found it sad. Was he destined to be a tracker of some kind, since his nose was able to detect things which the hunter can't. He wouldn't mind helping out, as long he had time to study as he wanted to learn and get another job. He wasn't sure what yet though. He was thinking of working part time with the animal shelter for now, since he could communicate with them in a sense. What is wrong? Why are you out here at the campus this time of night?" he asked basically trying not to think about the body he discovered.
Atlas reaction the dead body wasn't surprised as he found it already
"I discovered the body five minutes before you arrived. I did not do it though I swear. I am not sure but I thought I saw something run through the bushes, heading east from where the kid was killed. I left the scene as I was avoiding this conversation we are having right now" the person he stayed with was right, he can run from his responsibilities.
Atlas kept his eyes locked onto the hunter's as was serious with his next question.
"what do you want me to do? How can I help you?" he has grown up since the last meeting, he was no longer running away from his responsibilities now. He wanted to get justice for that for the kid that was murdered, some closure for the kid's family too which would be a bonus. Even though he might not get a closure on what happened to Storm and how he died. The world was really cruel to him a lot lately. "My cousin was Storm. I haven't seen him since I was two years old. My parents and his fell out and we lost contact. I then was busy touring with my music career but I think of him everyday. I returned to find the police tapes around his house, and was told he had died. The world is very cruel at times" the last set of words were really sad as it still hurt to find his own cousin amongst the dead now.
But Atlas forgot about those feelings now, he was focused on the task that was set in front of him right now. He wanted to least help this kid and find his killer.
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Feb 7, 2021 14:45:00 GMT
There was trust there this time at least. The last time he’d spoken to Atlas he’d run. There wasn’t much truth to the notion that innocent people didn’t … scared people almost always did. Guilty or not, it was one the body’s natural reactions to adrenalin. Atlas hadn’t got very far that day before he’d stopped him out in the woods. The gun had been aimed unerringly at the kid’s forehead then, pinning him in place as they’d spoken. Eventually it had dropped, eventually he had let Atlas walk away because he’d known he hadn’t been the one to drop the body then.
Now Chris kept the gun by his side, didn’t use it to rap on the glass or gesture the kid out of the car. He stepped back as the door began to open, just as he asked. With deft moves he put the weapon back into its holster without watching where it was going. This was just another friendly chat, one that didn’t have to end up steeped in fear again, although it was unlikely to be entirely comfortable given what he and his men had just found out in the woods.
Chris studied him for a moment as he emerged from the car, pale eyes narrowed faintly. His mouth twitched, his head tilting back in the direction of the woods. ”Depends on your perspective. From yours, I guess not. From mine I’ve got a chance of getting information on what really happened back there.” A chance, perhaps not a good one. This guy had been reluctant to talk last time and there would have been a chance he knew nothing this time but he’d used the word murder before he’d even been told someone was dead. ”Since you obviously know that something’s happened and somebody is dead.” For someone who had a bad habit of stumbling over bodies this guy was painfully bad at avoiding trying to damn himself with what came out of his mouth.
Shifting back, Chris settled himself to sit against the fender of Atlas’ car. His hands slipped from his hips into the pockets of his jeans, his shoulders slumping slightly as he looked out at the woods where his men were spreading out, trying to find whoever had killed the teenager. ”Another death … although you seem to know that already. After what happened last time we’ve been keeping an eye on the campus … call it a security patrol.” His eyes cut to Atlas at that. In a way it wasn’t that far from the truth but they were never out here like some supernatural neighbourhood watch, his family’s connection ran far deeper than that and there were far bigger problems here in the town.
Stretching his legs out, crossing them at the ankles, Chris waited for Atlas to fill the silence as he left his statement about the body to hang in the air. More than likely the culprit was some sort of shifter. Claws, teeth, things that ripped the flesh, animals that tended to go for those tender parts where they knew the blood thudded close to the surface of the skin. ”I didn’t say you did,” he said lightly, although his eyes narrowed further as Atlas admitted he’d seen something flee through the body and through the bushes heading east. ”You came back to your car to call in the body?” he asked, even though he doubted it was the truth. Atlas had known what had happened last time and he was trying to leave before someone like him came along and blamed him.
In a way it would’ve been the truth, if he wasn’t sure that Atlas hadn’t done it. Chris drew his legs back in and stood up. Pulling a hand free of his pocket he reached it up and tapped it against the side of his nose as he turned back towards the skinwalker. ”You can help me to track what did do it. You saw the body, you know that whoever killed that kid needs to be found. You have the senses to help us do it.” He obviously had his own people to track too. Chris felt an ounce of sympathy for him. He knew what it was like to have family missing. ”You have my sympathies. Storm?” The kid he had found in the woods the first time came to mind and Chris’ expression shifted. ”You’re related to Storm Richardson?” He’d heard about the father’s death but a part of him more than suspected that the boy hadn’t died along with his father. He had the ability to shift too. There was a better than even chance that Storm was out there in the woods in one form or another.
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ATLAS BUMILA
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Deju vu
Feb 11, 2021 9:56:37 GMT
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Post by ATLAS BUMILA on Feb 11, 2021 9:56:37 GMT
There were some things Atlas couldn’t run form, more matter how much he tried too. There was a reason he was here. The reason he came back to the college grounds. Something was destined to happen, even though Atlas didn’t know how to shift between animals just yet. Atlas only knew two for now, a wolf and a husky. He didn’t know why these were special to him, but he wasn’t sure they were the best animals to choose, especially with hunters around.
I don’t know why we always meet like this. But when I was away I met someone who was able to tell me more about this stuff. I still not completely sure, but I guess there must be a reason why we keep running into each other like this he looked at him and knew there was a reason. Maybe he was given these abilities to help others. It was just so scary and he couldn’t believe it just yet.
No I didn’t come here to call for help. I came back here not to be an excuse for hurting another. I don’t want to be killed for something I never did. I saw how this goes. Moving away before anyone can see me. It seemed right to do things way the time, I am not too sure now he kept his body posture carefully submissive to avoid anything from the other hunter, even though atlas expected him to be safe to have around, completely.
Atlas wasn’t completely sure how his abilities worked. He was still a novice in this kind of thing. I am still learning my abilities. I don’t know how to do some creatin things though he warned him. Watching the hunter leaning on his car and trying to work how he could help. If you need me to shift I have bad news. I can’t do that at will just yet. I don’t know much about it and what makes it easier for me or the triggers to shift he admitted as he still didn’t believe in the shifting thing just yet.
I don’t know who did it. The person ran too fast. I thought they were lovers or something first. Until I remember the metallic taste was like. It was blood, fresh blood he looked at him and then the sky, what do you need me to do exactly? Will I be safe? he of course was nervous about his own safety even though he wanted to help so badly. But if it was way too dangerous for him, then he wouldn’t go.
Storm and I are cousins. I last saw him when I was three. How mothers were sisters and they had fight oneday and my mother took me away from Lithuania and came here. We wrote to each other as my mom would send me letters even though Storm never did. I heard he was here but I never found him. I don’t think I will as I saw a gravestone with his name on it. he was really sad knowing that and looked down, but atlas had no idea Storm was still alive here.
Anyway when are we going to do this tracking thing? He asked, keeping some eye contact there
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Apr 9, 2021 19:09:29 GMT
Far back enough to give the kid room, Chris watched him get out of the car. Last time he’d run it had been out of fear. He wasn’t sure if it was the same this time but he knew better than to trust blindly with anything supernatural. Even with Scott had kept a small measure of caution. He trusted the alpha, trusted his pack but it didn’t mean they were entirely free from outside manipulation and control. He’d seen that here in Mystic Falls, with the werewolf police office who had been lead to believe that he was seeing his pack slaughtered instead of a bunch of teenagers stupidly getting drunk in the woods. Wool didn’t just get pulled over sheep’s eyes, it could be pulled over anybody’s.
He sure as hell wasn’t believing that there was something out there constantly bringing him and this kid back together though. The only reason for the two of them meeting back here again was the number of bodies dropped around the town, around this campus. Chris huffed out amusement, shaking his head. ”For you I’d say it’s an uncanny ability for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.” The last time he’d walked into the situation, when the smell of something rotting was thick on the air and there was a chance the kid could lead him to it … when he’d stopped running. This time it was another body, a possible trail leading right back here … probably not to the killer but to someone who’d seen something.
Leaning against the car Chris had studied Atlas from the corner of his eye as he’d started to question him. Just like last time he hadn’t been ready to immediately point the finger of blame at the kid but Atlas was making it easy. Most would have mistaken his nerves for something more. Sighing, Chris shook his head, glancing back out at the woods again. ”You get that running only makes you look more guilty? You didn’t have that kid’s blood on you. If you’d called the cops they wouldn’t have immediately blamed you.” Some hunters might have done but not his people. They weren’t like Gerard’s people had been, they waited, they made sure.
Trust went a long way. Last time he’d shown that to Atlas and had allowed him to walk away from the situation. He’d had no proof that he’d done anything and he’d believed that he had the full story from him then. Now he wasn’t a hundred percent sure but he was still trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Chris straightened up as he told Atlas what he could do to help here. The corners of his mouth curved faintly, his hand falling away from his nose. ”You don’t need to be turned to smell things. You proved that to me the first time, smelling what I couldn’t. Or you need to do is walk back out there with me, maybe find us a trail to start searching.” The kid had obviously seen something, the body at the very least. Blue eyes narrowed faintly. ”So you did see someone? What made you think they were lovers? Was it male or female? You’ll be with me. You’ll be safe, you have my word. All I need you to do is smell around the body, see if you can find a scent trail of the person you saw running.” Him and his people would do the rest. They were trained to after all.
He would’ve led the pair of them into the woods already but what Atlas had started to tell him held Chris back. He turned back towards him, his eyes on the kids face as he started to explain about his cousin. Storm hadn’t mentioned any other family in the country the last time, nobody who could get him away from his father. ”When did you find the stone?” he asked lightly. ”I’ve met your cousin … when he first ran away from your uncle. He was hiding out here in the woods.” That had been before Storm’s father had turned up dead. As far as he knew the boy hadn’t been tracked down. Maybe the Sheriff had already presumed him dead and had arranged for the stone. Chris tilted his head towards the woods as Atlas asked when they were going to start tracking. ”Now if you’re ready. The longer we leave it, the less trail there will be to follow.” Trusting Atlas to follow Chris started to work his way back towards the body of the student in the woods.
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ATLAS BUMILA
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Deju vu
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Post by ATLAS BUMILA on Apr 28, 2021 1:46:03 GMT
Storm doesn’t know I am here. We haven’t seen each other for years. The last time we saw each was when I was two maybe four years old back in Lithuania. Our parents fell out he told the hunter. Atlas could remember the features but he was going by gender, since there was same sex relationships now in the horizon.
I am not sure about the gender. But they acted like they were in a relationship possibly Atlas trusted the guy. The last time they met, he could have shot him. But he didn’t, atlas was still pretty much nervous around the guy but he wasn’t going to stop thinking he might get a bullet himself.
Atlas saw the body again. It was just a kid. How could anyone do this? he asked as he saw the evidence of the attack on the body. Atlas tried to get a scent but he wasn’t able to pick it up as a human. He was still learning this ability. I was right back he went to one of the bushes to remove the clothing and transform.
When atlas returned out of the bushes he was in his canine form. The form he chose was your normal Siberian husky. This way it was safer and he could get the scent better. He finally got it and headed to one of the trails. He turned around and waited for the hunter to follow. The scent was like a pink wavy line to him.
It was fresh still to his eyes. He was focused on that line in his eyes and he found some clothing and rubber like skin with it. Atlas sat on this spot, but he wasn’t sure what creature this was. He never met others. He only saw a warlock who he promised to keep his secret. Even though he found this, he smelt a stronger scent coming his way. A fresher scent, his ears picked up a weak cry as well.
Knowing this was urgent atlas barked and took off running towards the sound. He saw what he thought was human but it was far from normal. He latched onto its ear, but the weird thing about it is that it came off. He spat it out and it ran off, atlas remained by the victim waiting for the hunter and he felt happy the young girl was still alive.
He was finally able to see he can be good with this and he had Chris to thank for it. tagged: CHRIS ARGENTAnnie || caution
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Sept 1, 2021 20:13:03 GMT
Blue eyes narrowed at the man. The first time he’d seen him there’d been some mention of family, but never by name. If Storm’s name had come out then perhaps it would’ve been easier to handle. Without Storm admitting to what had happened they wouldn’t have gotten him away from his father before the man had turned up dead, but perhaps if there had been some other family … Only, at the time it had seemed like there wasn’t. His mother dead, nobody else in town that the Sheriff had managed to track down. They’d been scrabbling at straws, his own trips out to the woods earning him nothing but Chris wasn’t prepared to stop, not until the kid was home.
That should’ve been a matter for later but it was becoming obvious that he needed something more to get Atlas to trust him enough to help. Chris made a sound low in his throat, a hand resting on his hip, fingers splayed close to the butt of the holstered gun on his hip. ”You were sure enough that he was here to come looking for him though? If we find who did this … I’ll help you to look for him again.” A promise he could keep but there was a decent chance someone else would track the boy down first. He hadn’t hidden himself well enough the first time, things out in those woods would scent him in a heartbeat. More monstrous things than a teenager who’d possibly killed in self-defence had been cut down out there. Possibly including the teenager they’d found dead.
Pushing the topic of Atlas’ family aside, Chris had paused as Atlas suddenly answered his earlier question. Who had he seen, details. Boy, girl, it apparently hadn’t been obvious but body language was the same no matter what. ”Close, but arguing?” Perhaps not the sort of cold blooded slaughter he’d expected given the state of the body. Chris turned slowly, eyes raking the woods around them. Without the signs of supernatural violence it might’ve been any college relationship breaking down violently.
Still questioning it in his own mind Chris led Atlas back into the woods. His lips pursed, his arms folding over his chest as the student studied the body. Too many lives were snuffed out early like this. Parents burying their children in a town that couldn’t or wouldn’t stop the things that were doing this. ”People have been killing each other since the first humans walked the earth,” he said hoarsely. ”If this was something, it won’t be given the chance to kill again.” Last time he had chased Atlas as he’d run, this time Chris stood stock still as the young man disappeared into the bushes.
There was a rustle, a shake, flashes of colour and then it wasn’t the young man emerging, but a husky. Eyes as blue as his own, searching around but not doing as much as that sensitive dog’s nose. Atlas snuffled for a time and then the dog was taking off. Whistling to his people to round them up, Chris started after the dog. Long legs kept up with the dog, loping through the trees in its wake until it stopped over a small spread of things on the ground. One hand on the dog’s back, he went to bend down to it but then Atlas was taking off again.
It was harder to keep up this time, his people falling behind but Chris caught the sound of the barking ahead, heard something lower as he burst into the clearing and saw something, someone disappearing from the other side. Atlas was there in the centre of it though, the dog huddled by the side of what looked like a girl as he dropped down close to her. ”You’re gonna be OK, honey,” Chris crooned. He nudged blood stained hair back from the girl’s battered face, fingers gentle. Blue eyes cut to the dog again, his mouth in a thin line. ”Atlas, you need to go and get my people. Bring them back here, tell them we need the medical kit and the truck.” He glanced down as he began to strip out of his jacket to drape over the girl. A human looking ear on the floor as telling as anything else. Few things shed their skin but those that did he’d faced before, he had this thing’s measure now and they would deal with it.
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ATLAS BUMILA
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Post by ATLAS BUMILA on Oct 2, 2021 20:06:25 GMT
Atlas was nervous about going back on his own. He trusted Chris on not hurting him but his colleagues weren't on that list. He faced his fears and headed back. But he went back through the Bush to transform back, he always found this part difficult to do. But he got there in the end and he placed his cars back in. His heart was racing as he was alone with the hunters, he hoped they wouldn't hurt him. Atlas told them what Chris said and they refused to follow him, so he just took the keys and drove one of the trucks up to the spot.
He jumped out as he reached the spot and grabbed the first aid box and handed it to the hunter Your hunters wouldn't believe me, so I took the truck and came here. I hope you don't mind he said as watched the girl. He hoped she wasn't seriously hurt is she going to be OK? She is not going to be in the circle is she? he asked as he was seriously worried since was made into this stuff and it was scary, he was still struggling too.
Atlas stood up as he never met a creature like that before. What else was it around here. He narrowed his eyes and kept watch. There might be a hunter here but Atlas wouldn't allow the hunter to get hurt ever. Something told him that they weren't alone we better get going, I have a feeling we are not alone his body was too sore to shift again and Atlas wasn't much of a fighter anyway. But he will if it meant the girl would be able to get out of here safety
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CHRIS ARGENT
Hunter
Posts: 157
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 16, 2024 18:41:04 GMT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Dec 15, 2021 19:21:29 GMT
The deal had been struck. It would cause no hardship on his part – it wasn’t like he hadn’t been searching for Storm already after all – but it might cost Atlas something. The boy – and he was one still – had been reluctant to talk to him that first time and he was just as bad now. Each time there was a body involved, a life at risk from something stalking the woods of Mystic Falls. Of course, this time there was a chance that they would find the girl he was now being pointed towards, but it took guts to agree to help when fear was rolling off of you like a bad smell.
Chris glanced around, eyes cool and hard, as Atlas disappeared into the bushes to change back into human form. His people wouldn’t harm the shifter, not without orders. He might not have been Gerard but he kept order among his hunters and there was a bond of trust there between him and every single one of them. They would do as he said and Atlas would be safe, especially if the girl he’d told them around turned up safe. The boy left, racing through the bushes again, leaving him alone with the girl.
Hands gentle, Chris tucked the jacket in around the girl. His fingers smoothed her hair back from a blood splattered face. Her eyes barely opened to look at him but his mouth slanted in a thin smile as he heard the truck coming up on where they were. ”We’ll get you out of here soon,” he promised the girl, straightening up as Atlas leapt out of the truck. Chris’ mouth settled in a thin line, the only outward sign of his anger when the shifter informed him the hunters wouldn’t believe him. ”It’s not a problem,” he said tightly. Although there would be one later when he spoke to all of them. They worked with his family but each had their own mind and it looked like they’d made it up in a way he didn’t agree with.
Circle? For a moment Chris stared at Atlas as he began to unpack the first aid kit. He meant would she be turned. Maybe. There was never any guarantee, especially since it had been getting her throat torn out with Peter’s claws that had turned his own sister. ”If we can get her to the hospital, I think so. As for the circle? I don’t know. There’s no real way to tell if anything would take until the full moon really.” It would’ve been a firmer answer if they’d had any real idea what they were dealing with out here. That was a question he wasn’t going to stand around and wait for an answer for. Not with two innocent and vulnerable people out here. Atlas might have been able to shift but it didn’t make him a fighter, this meeting only reinforcing what he’d seen at their first.
Sure hands pressed gauze to the worst of the girl’s wounds, bound the cotton pads into place with a quick application of tape. Chris shoved more dressings into his pockets before he shoved the first aid kit back at Atlas and began to rise. He didn’t need him to tell him to feel that strange charge in the atmosphere. Decades of hunting gave you an almost sixth sense about when trouble was going to hit. ”I’ll drive. I need you in the back with her. Can you do this?” He winged a brow, lifting his chin towards the back door of the truck. Something was waiting out there, if there was a chance he was going to get them out of there before it struck again. Once the girl was at the hospital – with Atlas remaining there with her – he’d come back out with his people, put an end to the thing Atlas had taken a chunk out of.
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ATLAS BUMILA
Skinwalker
Posts: 90
Status:
Single
Played by:
Seasalt
Last seen May 2, 2024 22:38:03 GMT
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Post by ATLAS BUMILA on Jan 5, 2022 3:49:46 GMT
| The supernatural world was still a very new territory for him. Even after he spent a month out with the people of his own kind. He still didn't fully believe it but he wasn't going to argue about it anymore or fight it. He saw with his own eyes that a crazy guy had a piece of his ear missing. Atlas wasn't completely sure who it was, but he never got rid of the taste from his mouth anytime soon.
His instinct told him there were more out there, anx attracted to the blood from the girl. Small stones fell down from the cliff side and he saw something moving. Atlas, being curious in nature, would have gone there, but the hunter needed him more and he headed back. He could always track them himself later as his curiosity wasn't going to end there completely.
He made himself back and got in the backseat and used his comfort to try and calm the girl down. He put his coat on her to keep her warm, as he kept the pressure on the wound to keep her from bleeding out as they got to the hospital. what will you do if she does turn? he asked as he hoped she didn't as being a supernatural creature sucks. Atlas haven't seen the good side to it yet, he was still waiting for that to happen for him
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BRY of W&&R and CAUTION
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CHRIS ARGENT
Hunter
Posts: 157
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 16, 2024 18:41:04 GMT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Feb 10, 2022 19:07:12 GMT
Whatever else was out here, his people could handle it. There were some in town who looked at them all with a suspicion that wouldn’t fade, but Chris had hand picked every single one of them and trusted his people to hunt to his rules, his ethos. Any who tried to follow Gerard’s path or believed that he was ever going to slip back into his father’s ways were cut. They would follow his orders to remain behind and sweep the woods. If there was something else out there, and both Storm’s encounter with the thing and the boy’s body language led him to believe there was, they would make sure it was dead before they left.
Blue eyes fixed on the rear view mirror as he roared through the woods surrounding the college campus, scanning around them, continually keeping watch. If the hunt continued into the night he’d come back, with more people perhaps. His first priority though was getting the girl to the hospital. She’d been hurt and badly. From the front seat he couldn’t tell if she was still bleeding.
Atlas had covered the girl with his coat, had his hands on the wound to try and keep the bleeding under control. Perhaps between the first aid he’d managed out in the woods and the man’s help the girl would make it to the hospital. Modern medicine meant that so much more was survivable, although the question then became if these people did survive, would they become what had tried to tear them apart. In the girl’s case Chris wasn’t entirely sure what that was yet, and probably wouldn’t until his people had taken down whatever was out there in the woods.
Chris’ face was settled in grim lines as he goosed the accelerator. The simple answer was ‘not what my father would’ve done’. His shoulders rose and fell, fingers flexing on the wheel. ”There’s no guarantee she will. The thing that did this might not have been an Alpha. If she does, then we help her try and adjust. Not everyone that turns becomes something that has to be put down.” It was that minority that gave the rest of them a bad name though.
The scent of blood was still heavy in the air as Chris screeched into the parking lot of the hospital. The journey had been short, hopefully short enough that the girl was still with them. He scrambled out, rushing around to the back door of the truck. Chris tugged it open, getting his arms beneath the girl to lift her out. She was a dead weight in his arms, not so much as a groan going up out of her. ”I’ll take it from here,” he promised Atlas, something tight in his voice. ”Head home, Atlas, and … be careful.” He nodded to the shapeshifter, gratitude in the grim expression for a moment. The doors of the emergency entrance to the hospital swooped open then, a nurse rushing towards him. Chris charged in, leaving his blood stained car and Atlas outside. If they were lucky his phone would buzz soon and the news would come that they’d taken care of the thing that had left the girl’s blood hot on his skin.
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