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Hunting Humans -open-, Tastes better than chicken!
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Brenda Harlynn walked up, hips swaying and smirk plastered across her face as always. She was a confident woman, knowing full well who she was and what she wanted, revenge. It was what she lived for, thrived on, and the only thing keeping her alive any more. She didn't have anything else to live for but her revenge, and that was fine by her. She'd exact it and then she could be happy and no longer care if she were alive or dead. She stepped up to the others, looking at the girl in the tree. She didn't like having her feet off the ground, at least not unless they were being planted in some human's face.
"So, we moving or what?" she asked, almost sounding bored. But it was either bored and to eager in her books when it came to moving out for anything, and she preferred to sound bored usually. The only time she truly let herself sound eager was when she knew what they were doing and what her part was going to be in it. That had yet to happen so she waited, arms crossed under her ample chest and back leaning up against the tree behind her.
Her 5 foot tall frame was not slim, not in the least. She was a strong small thing, with muscle and curves to spare but she liked it that way. The deep maroon corset she wore only heightened that look, a simple black blouse under it with short sleeves. Her logs were mostly exposed due to a pair of black short shorts and then a pair of black knee high tight lacing boots. It was her normal attire, matched with black and white hair. It was white in the back with black bangs, the white part was cut short enough to stick out around the back of her head while the black bangs were down to her chin. The only bits longer were the two small braids, one on either side, where her hair switched from black to white. The braids were both black and white, falling to her shoulders. Her skin was almost entirely dark, black at her fingertips and fading out to a dark chocolate brown until her back, where it was surprisingly white. She eyed the two of them as she waited for instructions.
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Joined: 29-May 11

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"Hey, John!" Clara called, running down the street from her house near the top of Elk Ridge to meet her younger friend, who had been waiting for her in the street, She held the baseball bat, glove, and ball in her hands and slowed to a walk. "Sorry that took so long. I got stopped by my mom . . ." She frowned and stopped short. "John?" Impatiently, Clara looked back and forth and called again, "John! Come on out."
There was no reply, just the eerie silence of the empty street. Clara shivered, then berated herself. Don't be stupid she thought, What could have happened? She called for her friend again, and then started a thorough search of the surrounding yards. When she reached the edge of the forest, she spotted a keychain that John always kept attached to the loop of his jean lying broken on the ground.
"This isn't funny anymore," Clara started into the woods hesitantly. "I found you. Let's go already." Then, stumbling through a patch of undergrowth, she saw a patch of ground stained scarlet red. Before she was able to stop herself, she looked carefully and saw the remains of a body. Bones lay exposed, muscles and flesh ripped unceremoniously apart, and a head with a face so mutilated it was completely unrecognizable lay several feet in front of her. But even without the face, there was absolutely no mistaking the cropped brown hair and tattered remnants of an orange T-shirt.
Clara felt tremors shoot through her body and she bent over, vomiting violently into the bushes. This can't be happening, she thought numbly to herself.
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