Supernatural: Acolytes of Azazel.

Tatum glanced down at the victim she had helped down and sighed. She honestly didn't think they'd be waking up any time soon, so it'd probably be best if they just headed back already (dragging the victims along?). At Scott's comment to Luce, the white haired girl couldn't help but allow for a laugh to leave her lips. "Scott, she is a girl. I'm sure there's a lovely feminine side to all girls." At the end of her comment, she heard a little cough and looked around to see where it had come from. Her eyes stopping on the woman she had gotten down, Tatum keeled next to her and wiped a stray piece of hair away from her face. "Hey there," she cooed, unsure if the woman knew what was going on at all. "We're gonna get you out of here soon." The woman wasn't able to muster up any strength to speak, but she nodded her head slightly, allowing Tatum to know that she understood.

 

Luce lifted her head away from him and waited until he opened his eyes. Keeping her gray eyes on his face. "I am a girl after all. There's a lot of things no one knows about me, and I'd prefer to keep it that way." She stood and brushed off her knees. Walking back to the man she'd left and probed his head for soft spots where he could've been hurt. Her feminine side had leaked out for the day. She wished she had a bit more demon blood in her system to make carrying this guy easier. Thankful her hair was tied back, she opened the man's eye and checked him. He'd wake up soon.

 

"Griffin, it's Scott. Call a doctor. What? No, I don't care about insurance. What the hell are you talking about, just get a doctor there! We have your friend and the others," and without giving the forest ranger time to answer, Adam shut off the cell phone. "I don't want to work with this guy again," he muttered. Adam knelt down, put one arm underneath the girl's head, and another below her knees. "Ah-ugh," he said awkwardly as he picked her up. Scott would have been the better choice to carry her, but Adam was worried he didn't know his own strength. "Come on, can you guys get them outside?"

 

Luce hefted the man up, her concentration almost broken by Scott's words. "Yeah well, guys are dumb." she mumbled to herself and commenced their long journey out of the cave. This guy was going to be a large burden on her and she'd have to sleep with some help to ease the pain of strain. Her best male friend, Jack Daniels, was waiting for her back at home with Lenny. She'd probably be scolded for endangering her companions and using her powers in front of Griffin. "This day never ends does it."

 

Realizing that she was going to have to carry the woman out of here, she let a sigh of relief leave her lips for the mere fact that the girl didn't look as if she weighed that much. "I'm gonna pick you up now," she muttered to the woman, one of her arms going underneath the girls knees and the other going behind her back. Lifting her up, Tatum had completely overestimated her own strength. "Guys...I can hardly pick her up," the nineteen year old girl half-whined. She didn't spend her time lifting weights. No, instead she spent it curled up in her bed, sleeping or reading a book. Her strength was always the last thing on her mind. "I can probably get her up, but I'm going to have to stop a lot."

 

OOC: I was waiting for either Mrs. Claus or Fuzzybluelights to post. I need them >>

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Adam grinned as he watched Scott. "It's nice to have our own Hercules, huh?" He turned around and started walking. The most important thing on Adam's mind wasn't getting the victims out of there, but getting the Wendigo's blood off his face. It tingled and was sticky in a way blood shouldn't be. Besides, the smell was horrible. After several minutes, he stepped over the Wendigo's body. He made a mental note about it and continued walking. It wasn't long before the sunrays were visible in the distance. There's the exit, he thought happily. As they approached it, he remembered it was night just a little while ago. Had they been hunting the Wendigo that long?

OOC: Guys, I hate to do this, but after tonight (as in after this post), I won't be back on for a bit. I'm going to try to get on at least once tomorrow to post again and I will try to post during the weekend, but chances are I won't be able to until next week. Starting tomorrow, I'll be on Christmas break and will be without internet service. However, there is internet available to me somewhere else, but I won't be able to use it everyday of the week (just three or four days tops) or for several hours (just a couple a day on the days I can get on). I'm trying to remedy the situation so I will have internet over the break, but so far, it's not looking good. I'll be back between the ninth and eleventh of January. Like I said, I will still be getting on, so don't forget about the RP ; ; it just won't be as much. So...keep posting and be patient, please. Happy holidays~
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Luce returned to her cold self as dawn's light hit her, "Yeah only you would suggest a vacation. Take one if you want. But just know, when we find Azazel, you probably will be dead from that one day's lack of training. Every second counts with that demon." Narrowing her eyes against the light, she shifted her grip on the man, careful not to jostle his head too much. She'd awkwardly balanced it on her shoulder and prayed it wouldn't slip and snap his neck. She'd gone back to not caring what Scott thought of her. Thankful her silver hair was pulled back out of her face as she walked, so she wouldn't trip and crush the poor man. His eye lid fluttered but stayed shut. She hoped he was having good dreams instead of nightmares.

 

"She has a point," Adam said, huffing. The ranger weighed more than he thought. "We...can't take it easy when it comes to Yellow Eyes. You know that...damn, this ranger needs to hike more!" He said loudly, stopping. His arms were starting to fail him from exhaustion. "You know what would be really handy?" He was about to say 'the jeep,' until he looked up and saw...just that, the jeep. "Holy hell. Klaire?" He called out, seeing the driver.

OOC: I just noticed she had posted xD

 

Tatum raised her eyebrows at Scott when he took hold of the person she was supposed to carry out, and was still able to carry his own. "You're so strong," she said, a small laugh slowly following after. She did feel bad, though, since she wasn't really helping out at the moment. As they continued walking, the light from outside practically blinded her, since she wasn't used to it at all. When she heard Adam mention Klaire's name, she looked in the direction he was looking and noticed the jeep right there. Thank God, she thought to herself, glad that the others wouldn't have to carry the victims any further. They must have been so tired by now. "Now we can get to a hospital faster," she muttered, not really to anyone in particular.

 

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            Klaire pulled herself from the Jeep, wrapping her arms around herself and nodding towards Adam.
            
            “I thought this might help.†Her brows furrowed as she tilted her head further in the direction of the cave, trying to quickly assess the situation. She went to the other side of the car, opening Klad’s door and pulling the sleeping twin out without much care, smacking him in the back of the head to wake him and motioning towards the Jeep again.
            
            “Someone else can drive as many as we can fit to a hospital. If we can’t fit everyone, we can walk back to camp and get the other car as well but if we put the back seats down (or take them out), we should have enough room...†She mumbled, shifting a bit in place to ease the uncomfortable feeling she was getting.
            
            
            

 

Luce allowed herself a brief smile at Scott's comment and a sigh of relief as she saw Klaire get out of the jeep. "Seems to me our luck's turning around." She was tired of carrying the man and her normal cold attitude had melted. Luce felt another smile creeping over her lips and forced herself to scowl. Don't suppose Griffin has any burgandy back at his place. I sure could use something warm inside me right now." Noticing how that sounded, she glared at the ground and settled the man into the jeep, seats up or not, she couldn't hold him anymore. "Who's driving them to the hospital?"

 

"That's fine," Tatum said at Scott's statement of driving the wounded to the hospital. "You should probably leave now, and take someone else with you, incase something happens. Then the rest could get back to camp and start packing up." Despite wanting to stay for a little vacation when they first got here, now all the girl wanted to do was go back to the Roadhouse. "You can take whoever you want with," she added, knowing that some of the people clashed with others, and it'd probably be best if he got to drive around with someone that he actually liked.

 

Luce growled in her throat and hand her hand through her silver hair, "If the big lug brings someone he likes, he'll never get anything done. She advanced a step toward Scott, "I'll go with you. It'd do me some good for peace and quiet." Luce folded her arms and waited to see if he would refuse her company. Even her own thoughts mocked her, he might refuse her and she'd be made looking like an idiot. Her fingers twitched to play with her hair, but she kept them firmly closed over her arms.