Turning Tables on a Stroll (OPEN for EVERYONE)

[Darrius Ajax Ambrose]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/sy8djo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 600px; outline: 2px solid #7a756a; padding: 0px;, bTable] Darrius parked his car on a side of a road to a country road in California. His blue eyes glaze up at the tall trees. He then start to walk on a lone path that will lead him through the forestry area of hill side near Palo Alto, CA. It is a place where it is quite and beautiful to mortals in the area. The still, young phoenix sniffed the fresh air as he sighed softly. "Time for me to take a day off from hunting." he whispered to himself, as he listened to the birds singing and the chatter of critters that live in the trees. The immortal smile as he steadily walk on the path that will wind itself through the trees. It also will lead the supernatural to a very quite place where a group of Demons are hiding out and easily taking hikers by surprise. This hike will definitely end surprising and turn tables to the worst hike ever. The young immortal easily keeps a easy pace on the dirt path. Darrius blink his blue eyes as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He keep on strolling onward, not knowing of the demons that are hidden in the forest. The black-eyed and red-eyed demons are also dealing with a group of teenagers who are taken into a cottage, that is in a hidden clearing. [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Outfit: Jeans and a gray t-shirt Notes: Walking into a Demon infested trap. Status Done Words 380 [/style]

[Meg Masters]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://onthemarkb.com/uploads/elisha_cuthbert_window.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] I can’t escape this phase This lying low business was such a bore. Meg had managed to crawl her way out of hell for what seemed like the hundredth time but ever since that bastard Crowley had become the King of Hell, she, and those like here, were forced to live a half-life as she viewed it. Meg should have been out painting the town red, having a good time, but instead she was hidden away in a remote forest with a bunch of other demons loyal to Lucifer keeping out of the far-reaching eye of that sniveling cunt Crowley. Entertainment was slim only picking off stray hikers now and again to play with, nothing severe enough to draw attention to themselves. What was an electrical storm here and there or a missing hiker in these parts but simple facts of life? It was safe, for the time being and so Meg, while she was in the process of formulating a plan, had dug in her roots. Sending a pair of inferior demons to collect the latest playthings Meg stood at the cabin window peering out at the disgustingly beautiful day that was so sunshiny bright and chipper. It made her sick, all the fresh air and happy chirping birds making the silence far too loud. Meg preferred the cities, smog filled, rife with sin and dirty deeds- a place that a girl could have tons of fun in. Instead she was stuck in this mini oasis with nothing but the delicious screams of her toys to comfort her. Spotting the quartette approaching Meg moved through the cabin to greet the new comers at the door. The look of fear in the female’s eyes caused a smile to stretch across her lips. ”Pretty one isn’t she?” Meg directed at the pair of demons now holding the male back. Leaning in close Meg grazed her lips against the woman’s a chuckle rumbling in the back of her throat, positively giddy with the things that she was going to do to them. A presence in the air caused her to pause though drawing away from the weeping woman to look out the open door. There was something else out there, which worried her slightly. ”Lock them up downstairs.” Meg commanded venturing out of the cabin to follow the path, with utter stealth, toward the being that she sensed. Caution on high. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[Darrius Ajax Ambrose]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/sy8djo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 600px; outline: 2px solid #7a756a; padding: 0px;, bTable] Darrius blinked as he walked deeper into the forest. His blue eyes blinked at the nice, natural scenery. The phoenix sighed as he kept strolling along the trail. He still has no clue that he is completely walking into a trap. The immortal stared around slowly as he his blue eyes scanned the area. (What a glorious day.) he smiled softly at himself. He feels so relaxed, but it started to seem that someone is watching him. A tiny voice in his mind is whispering some type of warning that something is wrong and unsettling in the area. Anyway, he kept up a small stroller that slowly drew him closer to the demons. The supernatural blinked his blue eyes before staring around him. Darrius's hands easily rested against his hips as he seemed to be calm. The phoenix still doesn't see Meg who is starting to get closer and closer to him. This will be one huge mistake that Darrius will do in his long life, to walk into a demon, infested, forest trap. [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Status: Done Outfit: Jeans and gray t-shirt Notes: Darrius is sort of ignoring his instincts. [/style]

[Meg Masters]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://onthemarkb.com/uploads/elisha_cuthbert_window.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] I can’t escape this phase Taking in all the sights of the forest Meg felt the presence growing stronger. She didn’t particularly like uninvited guests in her forest. She had no real claim to the land, but that didn’t stop Meg from calling it her own. There was scarcely little that she could do in these parts- or any other for that matter. Crowley still wanted her dead and if The Winchesters even got a sniff that she wasn’t back in hell then it would ruin all her carefully laid plans. All of the recruitment that it had taken, the prices that she had to ay to those involved… it was too much of a risk to have something like this mysterious intruder opening his mouth to the wrong person. It was so hard to tell whose side anyone was on now a days. Slipping up behind a nearby tree trunk Meg’s gaze landed on the handsome man traveling through the wood a look of wistfulness perched on his features. Meg followed his progress only being able to come to the conclusion that his purpose was nothing more intricate than a leisurely stroll. She still wasn’t completely sure what he was- demons had a distinct aura about them and though the man clearly wasn’t human he wasn’t a demon either. That did narrow the field down some, but not enough for Meg to go into anything blindly. Besides, appearances could be very deceiving. Her own meat puppet was a perfect example of this. The body was petite- standing no higher than five foot four and the blond hair and blue eyes gave her a further look of innocence. It was a shame to put a single mark on such a lovely figure but she deemed it necessary. Ripping a few spots of her dress and using her superior strength, despite it only take a pound of pressure to cut into human flesh, Meg sliced her fingernail into her skin at choice places letting the blood trickle out of the shallow wounds and stain her pretty dress. Messing up her hair a bit Meg took another moment to get into character before tears streamed down her cheeks, her breath labored and she ran full speed in the direction the man had gone, looking behind her as she went and purposely colliding into him. Grasping at his shirt desperately Meg looked frightened far too shaken up to make much sense. ”Help- men they’re… we have to run.” The cabin just happened to be where Meg planned on leading him to. Strength in numbers. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[Darrius Ajax Ambrose]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/sy8djo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 600px; outline: 2px solid #7a756a; padding: 0px;, bTable] Darrius kept up a slow pace. His eyes blinking slowly and calmly as he studied nature as it proceeded around him. It felt strange that he is ageless while the world around him depend on time. Lives are short, but his is really...really long. The phoenix sighed as he threaded his fingers in his dirty-blond hair. A second later a fairly pretty woman bumped in Darrius who is ultimately shocked at the scared looking woman. "Ah...wh..." he said before the woman said about men chasing her. His ears caught her fright of whoever is chasing he. The almost 300 year old supernatural did not even stop to think things out. Instead, he did a brisk nod of his head before starting to follow Meg. Darrius also should have stopped to think before reacting, since he is following Meg in her trap that she setup for him. The phoenix is about 10 feet behind the demon as he wanted to help the fake mortal. [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Status:Done Outfit:Gray t-shirt and jeans Notes: Following a demon into a trap [/style]

[Meg Masters]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://onthemarkb.com/uploads/elisha_cuthbert_window.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] I can’t escape this phase And the Emmy goes to… Meg contained her satisfied grin as the man blindly followed her keeping at a respective pace behind her. She could only guess as to the reason for the distance. That whole damsel in distress kick got the guys every time and there this handsome young lad was making sure that he was watching her back, both literally and figuratively. Every now and then she took it upon herself to anxiously glance behind her, eyes shining wildly with mock fear, to check and make sure that her false pursuers weren’t right on their tail. She wondered if eventually the man would realize that there hadn’t been so much as a sigh to indicate others chasing after them but as long as he was on her heels Meg didn’t much care. In the distance she could see the decrepit cabin, moss and ivy covered log, nearing. ”Look!” Meg called behind her letting relief penetrate her tone as she pointed hopefully toward what, to a frightened young woman might look to be sanctuary. The footpath was more compact as Meg followed along it brushing past trees in her wake. Her hand slammed on door open handed shouting in a strangled voice of desperation for whoever might be inside to open up. Of course, the demons within recognizing her voice did no such thing staying hidden, with their human captives, locked up quietly in the basement. Meg fumbled with the handle tumbling in once the swelling door was opened and waiting in wide-eyed anticipation for the man to follow her in. ”I think we should be safe here for a little bit.” Meg breathed harshly wiping away at her tear-streaked cheeks. ”Help me look for a phone.” Her voice shook from the adrenaline and false fear that was trembling through her body. Meg’s hands quivered under the feigned stress that the human body was feeling tapping into the emotions that were running ramped inside of the meatpuppet, though they had nothing to do with being chased after, but were solely compliments of having a demon ride her body. Meg circled the room searching for a phone that she already knew wouldn’t be there. After a moment though she stopped dead in her tracks and broke down crying again wanting the man’s guard to be completely down around her- if that was at all possible. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[Darrius Ajax Ambrose]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/sy8djo.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 600px; outline: 2px solid #7a756a; padding: 0px;, bTable] Darrius saw the coming cabin and kept following Meg. He smiled softly as he thinks that he knows that their safe. Anyway... He is, once again, tricked by the pretty woman. His blue eyes blinked as he followed the woman in the cabin. The immortal hesitated once before going all the way into the small building. Darrius nodded as he heard Meg and stared around as he started to search for a phone. "There should be one somewhere in this cabin." he muttered softly as he glanced through things as he search for a device. He then stopped in his tracks before heading over the woman again, "Why are you crying?" he asked softly. He blinked as he knelt down beside the demon and handed over a handkerchief. [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Status: Done Outfit: Gray t-shirt and jeans Notes: He is falling into a lovely, planned trap. Darrius will regret what he has done in the future. [/style]