"Hey," I say, waving as I walk in, "Now, explain how I can help."

Steps back outside & waves to her.
"Come inside."

"Well...thanks, and I'm on my way as I speak (I'm using my cell)...wait, I think I see you."

Sniffs around for any followers & goes inside store.

"Stop talking stupid. I'm your friend. I mean, granted we only became friends because I was guarding you for a while, but we're friends either way. Just get here. Bye."

"Okay. I would bring some people along, but sadly, I'm without friends."

"Just meet us at O'leary's Weapons & More. Oh, & bring along some friends if anyone is interested."

"Yeah...I gotta sneak out of here somehow though..."

"Listen. I have a few hunters on my back so I got to leave town tonight. Do you want to come? I could use some more help out with any clues as to how I'm gonna get rid of this fucking chain."

My step-brother plays the drums as loud as possible, as I try to talk to Shawn.

"Hey Shawn, what are you doing?"

"Hold up everyone. I need to call someone real fast."
I pull out my cell phone & look through my list of numbers. I call up Violet.
"Hello? Violet are you there? It's Shawn."

Name: Violet Halls

Sex: Female

Age: 18

Eyes: Brown with a mixture of light green.

Hair: Purple, wavy, long.

Height: 5'6

Weight: 125

Skin: White

Body: Thin, but not skin and bones

Clothes: Plaid skirt, tights, green converse, blue shirt with band names written with a sharpie.

What she is: A fun and kind of weird girl that works at "Barnes and Noble"

Favorite saying: "Don't let the boring crap pull you in"

Lives: Michigan

History: Violet was born in England, the day of her mother's birthday. At the age of three, her mother passed away from a mysterious reason no one knows of, or at least that's what they say. She now lives with her father and step-mother, which by the way, is miserable, and is still waiting for the day of meeting Mr. Right.

"It's a...long & sad story that I do not wish to give out. But I can say this much, I don't wear it out of choice. It, cannot be removed...yet. It's my burden, my "cross" to carry. Now shall we go? The weapons shop is right around the corner."
Frank comes around the corner. The large dog scares the girls but does not seem to make the warrior flinch.
"Frank! Where have you been? What? I didn't leave, I told you to stay with the Harley. Don't even try to bring that up again, I'm not in the mood. Now come on, we're leaving, & bring that meat with."

Heh you would smell that wolf age comes easily to me and what is a long time to others is but a turn of an hourglass to me. Though beyond getting directions I must ask why you where a silver crucifix while a cross is not dangerous to werewolves silver is second only to wolf's bane of things which are lethal to your kind so why keep it around?

"So it was you who took out that hunter. *sniffs* I smell the stench of old age surounding you. Thanks for the help & for feeding Frank. I don't live here, or anywhere for that matter, but I do know pretty much every weapon shop in the hemisphere. Follow me. *whistles* Frank! Frankfurt Wolfgang Blitzkreig, get over here! We're leaving!"

*having decided that the wolf is no threat Gaius leaps from the roof suprising the group conversing below him* "your rottweiler is five blocks to the west eating a rather large meal. He was in the possesion of a rather repulsive scumbag who had managed to get a bounty on his head so I killed him and fed the dog on my way to collect it. *cocks his head* you two are magi I think, yes definetly witches at the very least and sorceresses at the strongest. Hmmmm you lot seem to keep very intresting company. Any of you wouldn't happen to be from here would you? I need supplies and must purchase a rapier while I'm in town

I realize that I've been spotted. I let out a growl as I revert back to my human form. I crack my neck & back & knuckles. I look in the direction of the two young women.
"Do not be afraid. I'm not the threat here. *sniffs* I smell the aura of magic around you. You two are sorceresses aren't you? *sniffs again* Be careful, there are hunters in the area. Have either of you seen a big male Rottweiler roaming around here?"

AHHH!!! this thing is awesome,

I promise I will post a character after I think for a bit about what I want.

The roof tops are cold but at least I'm not down in the city, I don't like mixing to much with people, christians in particuler seem to hate me when they find out what I am *bang* well some just made the worst and last mistake of the life I pull my long bow and nock an arrow and look for my target...hmmm a werewolf and it's hunter fascinating and two young women intresting indeed...I'll kill the one who almost killed me and if the wolf endangers the females I'll put him down and go about my way *the bow sings and an arrow sprouts from the head of the werewolf hunter* now to wait, patiently.

I hear someone...calling. Slowly, I creep down from the steps. I see two dark, shadowy figures. I cannot see clearly, for the fog is too thick. I can tell one is a person, but the other....is not human at all...