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X5-494 crouched comfortably on a large tree limb in the south-east corner of the St, James cemetery in central-'Nowhere' Wyoming. He watched his prey curiously. Because he, for the life of him, couldn't figure out what the man was doing.
Well that wasn't quite true. What he was doing was filling in a grave after having dug it up and setting the body on fire. The X5 appreciated a good fire, but still, the behavior was a little odd.
That wasn't what had stopped him from whacking the dude upside the head and hauling him in though. What stopped him was the shotgun the man had within easy reach and the familiarity with which the man had handled it. An X5 could dodge a bullet if they knew it was coming. But scatter from a shotgun was a whole different story.
Dean took a breath as he wiped his brow after filling the grave in. Aside from all the obvious reasons he hated being alone, having to do all the work while you were hunting alone sucked just as much. But he still managed to get the job done, laying old lady Helenmore down to rest before she managed to take her hatred out on any more of her potential 'daughters-in-law.' He was also relatively certain that one of those potential victims might be feeling particularly grateful, and hey -- Dean was more than willing to take what he could get for a job well done.
He didn't get paid, but that really didn't mean that he couldn't reap the benefits.
Patting down the rest of the dirt, he hauled the shovel up over his shoulder and reached for the rest of his gear, before starting to head back towards his car. A quick trip to the motel to get the smell of burning flesh off his skin and out of his hair, before heading over to see a pretty blond named Melissa with legs that went from here to heaven to make sure that she was okay and in one piece, as well as to let her know that her house was officially ghost free. After that, well -- he'd see how things went.
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smart_alec494.]X5-494 crouched comfortably on a large tree limb in the south-east corner of the St, James cemetery in central-'Nowhere' Wyoming. He watched his prey curiously. Because he, for the life of him, couldn't figure out what the man was doing.
Well that wasn't quite true. What he was doing was filling in a grave after having dug it up and setting the body on fire. The X5 appreciated a good fire, but still, the behavior was a little odd.
That wasn't what had stopped him from whacking the dude upside the head and hauling him in though. What stopped him was the shotgun the man had within easy reach and the familiarity with which the man had handled it. An X5 could dodge a bullet if they knew it was coming. But scatter from a shotgun was a whole different story.
Dean took a breath as he wiped his brow after filling the grave in. Aside from all the obvious reasons he hated being alone, having to do all the work while you were hunting alone sucked just as much. But he still managed to get the job done, laying old lady Helenmore down to rest before she managed to take her hatred out on any more of her potential 'daughters-in-law.' He was also relatively certain that one of those potential victims might be feeling particularly grateful, and hey -- Dean was more than willing to take what he could get for a job well done.
He didn't get paid, but that really didn't mean that he couldn't reap the benefits.
Patting down the rest of the dirt, he hauled the shovel up over his shoulder and reached for the rest of his gear, before starting to head back towards his car. A quick trip to the motel to get the smell of burning flesh off his skin and out of his hair, before heading over to see a pretty blond named Melissa with legs that went from here to heaven to make sure that she was okay and in one piece, as well as to let her know that her house was officially ghost free. After that, well -- he'd see how things went.
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