George‘s pet hideout

OOC: Time lapse into the infirmary after he is somewhat ok? Cause I honestly dont feel like making 3 or 4 posts saying "I am still unconscious" If so, well no matter what, you post first and send me the link

OOC: Actually, I was thinking about pulling one of my other friends into this. I'm going to ask him if he could have a character working in the infirmary for whatever reason(person supposed to do it was busy, needed money, etc.) that Luna runs into and starts screaming at. You could just stalk the posts until you're comfortable coming back in.
Your thoughts?

OOC: Sure, ok.

OOC: I asked. If he can, we'll open the topic together. If not, we use your plan and I'll open.

OOC: K, either way pot the link here

OOC: http://www.camphalfblood.org/t18214-oh-my-gods-oh-my-gods

Randi "Borg Queen" Thirteen wandered into the forest one particularly uninteresting afternoon. She had on a sweatshirt, jeans, converse and leather motorcycle gloves to cover up her bionic arms and legs. She had her hoodie down (her bald head shining bright in the daylight) and her hands stuffed in her pockets. She was kicking a rock around, staring at it intently, lost deep in thought.

OOC: I actually got nothing. My mind is so focused on writing my story that I have no creativity for this. Please have Randi wander into the cave, because I still have a lot of ideas for fighting. Sadly I have nothing for this sort of thing. Sorry D:

OOC That's a sorry excuse. Seriously, if you want to be a writer you have to stop waiting for the lightning to strike and just write. It's not my job to tailor my posts to your creative genius. I'm sorry my post wasn't inspirational enough to spark your imagination. Look, I did my part now you do yours. That's how this works. I'm not RPing with someone who runs out of ideas to respond once.

Sorry.

OOC: Ugh, fine
BIC: I heard a rock being kicked outside. I knew this would be a good time to kill yet another person. I send one of my hellhounds outside to lead this camper into my cave. I honestly wanted another victim to my list of dead. I had killed One and Akuhei. Because there was no way he survived.

Randi kept her head low, but she perked up a bit when she heard rustling in the bushes. Looking up, she notice a pack of hellhounds lingering outside of a cave. She and the hounds made eye contact before they retreated into the cave. Randi was intrigued; she cautiously made her way over to the mouth of the cave and slipped inside.

She had no intention of killing the monsters; rather, she wanted to observe them. Randi always found monsters to be interesting, perhaps misunderstood creature - - much like herself. She wanted to learn as much as she could about all different kinds of monsters, then maybe, one day, she could convince others that they weren't monsters after all.

I see a girl walk into my cave. Great, a new victim. I pull out my scythe and say, "You never should have come here."
OOC: Sorry it is short, I am at school and... yeah

Randi heard a voice but couldn't care less what they said. Instead she uncapped the camera that was always around her neck and started snapping picture of the Hell Hounds. "Shut up! You'll scare them off!"

OOC: I have a feeling after this next pot, Randi will "admire" George XD
I laugh and say, "Scare them off? Why would my own pets be scared of me? And if they were, why would I scare them off? If anything, you should be the one being scared off."

"Oh! They're your pets?" Randi squealed, delighted. "They're in such good condition! A whole pack of them! Oh, look at them all!"

Randi heard the phrase "before I decide to kill you" and laughed. "Oh hun, I've survived a car wreck, two bouts of cancer, and Clytemnestra. You couldn't take me down if you wanted," Randi chided, absentmindedly. She snapped a couple more pictures and grinned. "Look't the way their costs shine!" Randi exclaimed.

Randi rolled her eyes. "Car wrecks, then. Which typically involve injuries worse than a mere cut to the stomach. And cancer? Are you friggin kidding me? No was in Hell that a simple cut to the stomach - which can be repaired with minor surgery and stitches - is worse than cancer. Goll, get your facts straight, a-hole," Randi rolled her eyes.

Sending the hell hounds to attack was predictable- Randi sighed; she hated predictable people. Rising to her feet, she dashed over to a tree and climbed up. Once on a suitable branch (out of reach of the hell hounds) she slung her bow off her shoulder and pulled out an arrow. Notching it, she aimed for one of the hell hounds.

"It's really a shame I have to kill you," Randi said, remorsefully. Pulling back, she let the arrow fly.

I watched as one of my hellhounds just got shot. He was limping back into the cave. I honestly hoped he got better. Or maybe it was a she... I had no clue. I said, "You know, while my hellhounds can't climb, I can. And I am a good tree climber. So you can either give up now and leave unharmed, die, or try to get help by yelling. But seeing as how we are in the middle of the woods, good luck with that."
OOC: Have you ever thought about getting a date for every single character you have? Even though one of them are a psycho murder child? And sometimes when you do, it starts with a fight (Cato and Amber, though that was more of a spar) and it eventually leads to said characters dating. I feel like doing hat for these two. Even if George is trying to murder Randi and Randi is trying to kill George

"Or I could do neither of those things," Randi said with a shrug as if bored. Narrowing her eyes, a mischievous glint crossed her face. "Come on, fight me! You won't," Randi taunted.

OOC first off, she fired at the hell hound.

Second, I don't really... Do relationships anymore. The only relationship I have right now is between Kat and Brastus. And that's only because romance is my weak spot in writing and he and I are trying to become better writers. Even then, though, it tooka lot to convince me. Sorry, but I'm going to have to decline :(

OOC: Oh... well... um... hm... how to fix this... good thing we have the edit button.
I say, "Be careful what you wish for." I put my scythe on my back and begin climbing the tree. This girl was gonna die now. Even if I ended up dying with her.