GT-Kathryn

"Oi, those fae folk are tricky creatures, you hear me boy? Don't go messing around with magic n'stuff you don't understand, a'ight?" The young man in question was currently doing up the laces to his boots, green eyes focused downwards at the task at hand. "You even listening to a word I'm sayin', son?" Riley's grandfather had always believed in silly tall tales such as fairies and pixies, leprechauns and gnomes. It was endearing, but his storytelling, no matter how much he enjoyed sitting around and listening to the old man talk, could start to weigh on him. He nodded his head, copper bangs falling into his eyes. His hair had been tied ba

"Oh gosh, I hope this works." Cara had her phone clutched tightly against her chest and a bag around her shoulders. She'd need it. Well, if the trip were to work, of course. She peered into the dark cavern. There was shattered glass below and ever since she had destroyed the spirit, she had no idea if there was actually a way to get back to where she had wanted to get home. Now, anything could go wrong here and knowing Cara's luck, everything probably would. She took in another breath to try and steady herself. This was crazy. She turned on her heel to walk away. Who was she kidding? If this didn't work, she'd end up on the ground that loo

It had been hours later. A frown was etched into her face, painting her lips as she kept curled up in the corner of her box. Josephine had heard the screaming of the sirens after the Manager had walked in onto the dark, bloody scene before him. She just wanted to sleep. She just wanted to cry, to vomit, to do anything but sit around and feel sorry for herself. But she sat in the silence, listening to the officers asking around. Searching through everything. They'd found the heart, but it had long stopped beating by that time. She didn't remember anything more than what had happened before her. The man's face was blurry in her mind as she st

The biting chill of the vent made her shiver against her poorly covered shoulders. She really needed an undershirt for this kind of travel. In the winter, going by air way wasn't so bad, as the blasts of air were warm, but summer. Summer is when they began to blast cold air like no tomorrow. Was it cheaper to do that than the warm air? She wasn't sure. Black hair behind her shoulders, soft deep blues moving around, she took another turn and there was the vent opening that hadn't been replaced. And his dark heavy boots just waiting for her return. And here she was. Carrying what he needed, and a little extra something as well. She broke int

"It smells like they just dumped all the grease they could get, into that plastic bag holding your wrapped heart-attack," she eyed the bag that seemed to be leaking somewhat, whatever contents it was trying to withhold. That actually wouldn't be too bad on my end. She could try and hide her disgust, but who was she to hold back what she felt? Especially not when she was still sealed under the glass. And her snarky little remark had only gotten her a side glance from Dean, who went to rummage through the bag. "Well, I guess you won't be the one eating the wrapped heart-attack, now will you, Bite Size?" It was a rhetorical question. Let's jus

This has nothing to do with Standing On The Edge, I just felt like using Evan for something more than a one shot. And hey guys look, another series! Yay! ~*~*~*~*~*~ Evan sighed loudly. The professor just kept yammering on and on. With no signs of stopping, even to take a breath. And the bell was just about to go. The girl's blue eyes kept darting to the clock, hoping that'd it go off faster, but seemed that every time she looked, it had gone back a minute. The last few minutes of this Friday were ticking by incresingly slow. Evan began to nibble on her lower lip, soon breaking skin and making it bleed, but she wasn't hindered in the sligh

"Oi, those fae folk are tricky creatures, you hear me boy? Don't go messing around with magic n'stuff you don't understand, a'ight?" The young man in question was currently doing up the laces to his boots, green eyes focused downwards at the task at hand. "You even listening to a word I'm sayin', son?" Riley's grandfather had always believed in silly tall tales such as fairies and pixies, leprechauns and gnomes. It was endearing, but his storytelling, no matter how much he enjoyed sitting around and listening to the old man talk, could start to weigh on him. He nodded his head, copper bangs falling into his eyes. His hair had been tied ba

You knew that you're parents had been sending you something for you to help "decorate" your new house as you had just moved out. They had told you that the package had been sent a couple weeks ago, so it would be there soon. You weren't sure what you were expecting from them, as they could be a surprising pair of people when they wanted to be. Were you ready to find out what it was? Half and half, really. A couple of hours tick by slowly and suddenly there's a knock on your front door. A little startled, you get up and open it up. A man is standing there with a package in his hand and a clipboard in the other. You sign your name before accep

Rain, rain, go the hell away. Kathryn pulled the cloak tighter around herself as water poured down atop of her. "This is ridiculous," she muttered, teeth chattering together as she shivered. "Peter?" She turned to find her frost-bitten friend, standing just as drenched as she is, eyes showing how exhausted he was from all this walking. Kathryn felt her stomach rumble and her mouth watered, before walking over to him. "Kat, lets just bunk it in for the night at that motel," he pointed a shaking finger towards the large, old looking motel. "It's the best shelter we got, and maybe they'll have food?" Kathryn pursed her lips, but nodded. "Yeah,

Ashwin was pissed. Completely. Utterly. He swore loudly as the man tried to pull himself out from he ventilation system. His mood had gone from semi-okay to the worst possible feeling he could get at from deep within him. The anger he currently had for those large moth wings currently on his back, were just making this whole thing impossible. He was trying to sneak through the vent grates, but his wings had gotten him caught halfway inside, and halfway out. A sharp snarl was on his lips, everything had gone wrong so fast. He'd seen that human.. the one that had the amulet Sam had given him. He'd seen the brother. And from the size of Sam,

Austin stayed clung to his father, the swaying of the box had grown a bit more mundane now, but just because the human carrying it was so called "safe", the tensions were running high. The adrenaline rush that had managed to sweep the crowd was slowly fading away, and was leaving the kids exhausted and tired, while Joseph and Gary were spent and frustrated. Flynn was just happy to have his son safe in his arms again. Not being able to hold his child had felt like a nightmare all on it's own. To think that his son could be out there, lost and frightened all on his own was what would keep him up at night. He would jolt awake with horrible nig