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Deception is the ability to make one perceive whatever you want them to perceive. Deception came very easy to Declan Sullivan. A reason why he spent so many years on the force undercover. Most cops hated undercover work. Declan enjoyed it. Pretending to be someone else. Living a life not his own. It was a great way to get the FBI Agent out of his own head. Declan had done a dozen cases for the LAPD undercover and had never once been made. He was one of the best Narcs in the country, so of course the FBI would make use of their newly joined agent's talents. He was perfect for this assignment. Not only had he experience with undercover work, but he was Irish and held dual citizenship in Ireland thanks to his father. His mission would be to infiltrate the IRA and report any  business dealing taking place on US soil.There was a huge gun trade going on in the Western United States and the FBI believed the IRA was right in the middle of it. It wouldn't be enough to nail the IRA presence in the US no the Feds wanted everyone involved. Suppliers and customers included. It would be one of the biggest busts in history. Declan saw it as a challenge so accepted the case. Off to Ireland he was sent after his identity in the US had all been erased. The first place he went when he landed in Dublin was the pub owned by his father. Victor. He had rarely seen his Father since his mother had divorced him then took Declan with her back to the states. They weren't close, but neither did Declan hate him. His father was a miserably drunk. Pushing people away was simply his nature. A nature his son feared he had inherited. Declan wasn't going there for a social call. While never officially in the IRA Victor had developed connections with many members through the pub he owned. He mostly bought liquor from them even going as far as to shelter them when the pay was good. Much like his son Victor was proud of his country he simply didn't care for politics. Through his Father, Declan was able to make the connections he desired. The training he received as a bomb technician in the FBI had come in handy. Soon he was building explosives for the IRA. His cover story was it was something he had picked up while robbing banks in the states. It had taken him a year, but finally he had earned enough trust for a promotion. Having spent the later years of his youth in LA and being affiliated with some of the local gangs the IRA sent Declan to California. He would make sure things went smoothly with the gun trade. He would oversee the weapons being smuggled into the country and their delivery to the MC. His connection to the MC would be a beautiful Irish woman named Sloane Curran. Declan had spent time working under her. It was in fact Sloane who handled IRA business in Boston. Things began to get to heated for her with the authorities, so she put distance between her and the Irish.  She had since been relocated to California where she found work with the MC. At least he assumed that's why she had left. He hoped it had nothing to do with mission in Spain. There she had scoped and possibly landed them as potential business partners."About time ta' Kings sent someone who knows how to deal with Americans." Michael Grady Declan's second in command said as he drove them to meet with Sloane. "You're young, but one crazy son of a bitch." He laughed. Declan had spent the last year doing the most dangerous tasks the IRA had. Nothing granted loyalty like bleeding for the cause. Most days Declan in no way wanted to die, but he didn't fear death either. Death was peace. It was what made life so important. "Fuckin' Americans are easy enough to deal with as long as ya remember they're as fuckin' greedy as the Irish are stubborn." Declan replied to him rolling down the window, so he could smoke. Declan held no prejudice to any race, because he simply thought people were flawed from the start. It was their flaws that made them interesting. "Ah I forgot. Your Mother is American." Michael remarked as if it were a insult. Declan gave him a look that told him that was a line he didn't want to cross. "How about you concentrate more on the fuckin' road and less on me American Mother." He told him then lit his cigarette. The sleeping Shih Tzu finally stirred in Declan's lap. "I gotta ask. What's with the dog?" Michael asked. Delcan reached down and scratched the dog behind the ears. "I couldn't leave him in Dublin alone. I'd never see him." Declan answered as if it were obvious. The Shih Tzu, Declan affectionately named Potato had been a gift from his best friend Noah. Noah had bought it to prove Declan couldn't handle the responsibility of caring after something other than himself. Declan had not only proved Noah wrong, but he proved that he could look after the dog even better than himself. Probably cause Declan had come to like the dog better than everyone in his life including himself. Potato was the only thing from his old life he had been allowed to take with him to Ireland. The dog was a reminder of who Declan truly was."I hear from Sloane the lads in the MC are good lads. Not part of te' old ways. Young like you. Probably why they replaced Jon with you. Someone new to work with someone new." Declan took a drag out of his cigarette as he listened to the older man speak. No they brought be out here to deal with Lorenzo "I was sent here for one reason an' one reason only to put te' fear of the good Catholic God into anyone who tries to fuck us over." He replied to the man the scratched Potato behind the ear again. "Fuckin' bikers. The white trash version of the Mafia." Declan personally thought MCs were little different than the local gangs he dealt with in LA. They produced chaos much like gangs. Declan was finished with his cigarette by the time they arrived to their destination. When he exited the SUV he threw his cigarette on the ground then snuffed out. This would be his first time seeing Sloane since she had left for Boston. This would also be when the real work started. They were getting close now. Getting close to destroying this empire. 

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It's long, but I liked to be detailed as possible because I don't like answering a lot of questions (but don't be afraid to ask me anything, I just don't like tons of questions).Nevaeh KennedyNevaeh Kennedy, or Vaeh for short, is the daughter of a New Canaanite tribal and a Ranger. She grew up close to Ogden, the birth place of Joshua Graham. Her Ranger father was hardly around, as he was busy traveling all over the wastes, so she spent most of her time with her mother, who taught her the faith of the New Canaanite tribe.At age eight, her mother had another child, her brother, whose name she cannot remember. Her mother died in childbirth and her father decided to stay home permanently shortly thereafter. At the age of ten, her father left to go on a mission as a favor to a friend and left her and her brother in the care of a neighbor. Months passed and the neighbor realized he was never coming back. The neighbor was moving to New Vegas and was forced to take Vaeh and her brother with her.Along the way they came across a Followers camp. The neighbor left both children there, feeling she fulfilled her obligation of watching over them. Her brother was adopted, but Vaeh remained in the camp until she turned eighteen. She became fast friends with another girl there, but she hardly remembers her now, only knowing that the girl had blonde hair.She left the Followers to explore the path her religion demanded of her -- to travel the world and teach others about the word of God. She didn't get very far in her journey. The prosperous city she stopped in was attacked by the Legion the first week she was there. Vulpes killed a young boy she had befriended and then kidnapped her.Her clothes were taken and exchanged for slave rags and a bomb collar was strapped to her neck. She was then delivered to an auction block at one of the Legion's slave camps, only to be taken away when she was next in line. Vulpes explained nothing, only took her back to the Fort and gave her to Silus, who had recently received the rank of Centurion. (He wasn't the asshole he currently is, back then.)He chose to protect her because she reminded him greatly of his mother, who he couldn't save. He teaches Vaeh to fight and helps her improve her Latin. They fall in love and Vulpes realizes Silus cares more for Vaeh than the Legion. Vulpes discovers Vaeh shares many things in common with the Legate, and informs Graham. Graham decides he wants Vaeh.Vaeh becomes pregnant with Silus' child, and Vulpes does all he can to ensure Vaeh will be ready for the Legate, including saving her from a rapist and concocting a poison so she miscarries. (Vaeh and Silus don't know Vulpes caused the miscarriage.)Silus is instructed to take her to the Legate, and he forms a plan to help her escape. He gives Vaeh his mother's anklet, a turquoise band that allegedly gives protection from the Goddess of his tribe, to remember him by. They sleep together for the last time.Vaeh sleeps with the Legate shortly after meeting him, only so she can escape. Silus sneaks in and removes her collar and they run from the camp to the edge of Lake Mead where he has a female corpse hidden behind a boulder. He places the bomb collar on the corpse and dumps the body in the Lake. He takes Vaeh to an abandoned fishing shack and leaves her. The corpse's collar is detonated while he's saying good-bye.Silus returns to camp only to be punished for letting Vaeh escape. He receives fifty lashes of the whip in front of the entire camp. Heartbroken, he resolves to do everything he can to make sure the Legion doesn't go searching for her, including blocking her from his mind completely.A year later, Vaeh gives birth to a boy, Silus' son. She leaves the child in the care of a family in Outer Vegas. Her travels lead her all over the Mojave, and four years later the first battle of Hoover Dam occurs. Two years after the battle, she signs up with the Mojave Express. Another two years pass, and she gets ambushed by Benny and the Great Khans.

Physical Appearance:Vaeh is 5'4" and about 130lbs. She is curvy and keeps herself athletically toned.She has short jet black hair with midnight blue streaks throughout and has hazel eyes.(Between the ages of 18-20, her hair was long and wavy, well past her shoulders. She cut it as it kept getting in her way when she engaged in combat.)Like Arcade, she sunburns easily.She is currently 28-years-old.Education:Vaeh grew up in a Followers camp. She received schooling from the age of ten to eighteen.Skills:All of Vaeh's skills are average, but her specialties are in lockpicking and explosives. She is highly charismatic (just don't ask her to barter) and has enough medical knowledge to perform basic medical procedures and first aid. Combat Style:Vaeh is a skilled marksman with firearms, having been forced to learn to make every bullet count because she had very little money. Her favorite weapon is an Anti-Materiel Rifle she calls Sapphire.Her energy weapons use is average but continues to improve.She is skilled in unarmed combat, but prefers not to fight with her fists. She often takes a more aggressive stance than a defensive one when engaged in unarmed combat, as this is the style Silus taught her.She is not very well trained in the use of melee combat, but she does carry a machete which she calls the Fox Killer, making it the weapon she intends to use to kill Vulpes Inculta.Personality and Demeanor:Typically shy and quiet, she keeps to herself most of the time, but will start a conversation if she feels an unspoken connection with a person. She tends to over-think and analyze everything to death, always wanting to make sure she has made the correct decision. She curses a lot but tries not to. She can be sarcastic and caustic at times, but overall she's a friendly and open person. However, her brutal honesty can push people away.She gets along well with children and animals, despite her abrasiveness.Favorite Hobbies/Things To Do:Winning at blackjack, reading Pre-War books about long-ago armies and toppled governments, and visiting Sarah Weintraub.Foods:Anything that wasn't made 200 years ago. And vodka. Lots and lots of vodka. Hates coffee, loves tea. Loves very fine wine and vanilla bean cupcakes with vegan cream cheese frosting.Factions:Hates the Legion with a fiery passion.Kills any Powder Gangers, Vipers, and Fiends she comes across.Respects the Great Khans and Followers.On friendly terms with the Boomers.Loves the King and his gang and is the first female member.Supports the NCR to a degree; like Benny, she thinks the only good thing about them is they ain't Legion.The Brotherhood of Steel is her family, since she's been accepted by McNamara. She considers the Bunker her home. Though she doesn't always agree with their beliefs, she believes their cause is noble and one day they will restore their fading membership.She fought for an Independent Vegas and won.Other:House - DeadBenny - Helped him escape the Fort and he livedCaesar - Dead, with the help of BooneVulpes - Alive, out in the Wastes somewhere

All right, so you're interested in roleplaying with me. Good, good for you.Here are my rules:1. My real life comes first, always. I work and socialize. I'm told it's fun but I have my doubts sometimes. Anyway, when I'm away from my laptop it's cause I've got real crap to deal with.2. You must discuss with me what story line you wish to do. I have to be interested, after all.3. I will write adult themes (oooohhh, sex!), though not graphically. And it has to flow with the story line. We must discuss it first, though. If you just want to bang Vaeh then that's not going to happen. I know, I know, she's sexy, but get over it.4. Don't autoplay. There's only one person that I trust to write anything to do with Vaeh and you're not that person. Sorry.5. No crossovers. I have yet to come across a story that's even remotely believable.6. I can do multiple story lines though it's not my favorite thing.7. If there is any drama whatsoever, I'm gone. I'll write myself out of the story and won't return. I have enough drama bullshit in my real life and I don't need it fucking up something I'm supposed to be enjoying. Fucking eh...act like an adult, okay?8. Be a halfway decent writer. I'm not the greatest but at least put some effort into what you write. Spell check is awesome, people.9. Don't assume anything about Vaeh or myself. If you want to know something, please ask. I won't bite too hard, I promise.

Hello, I figured I would add in just a few rules or things I do and do not like in a story. I am not an ass by any means, and usually have a very open mind with roleplay. Disclaimer: I am not nor claim to be Ian Somerhalder or Damon Salvatore. I am simply someone who enjoys writing. You think I am either? You have issues lol. Rules:1. Length- No one liners. The smallest response I will accept is two full paragraphs. Anything less, and I will not respond to you unless told prior to writing you tell me you are mobile. Want para? Fine, only on AIM which is listed down below. 2. Literacy-. I am not a grammar Nazi, I won't correct your every mistake. But, given that I require people to be 18+ before adding me, you should be able to make sentences that make sense where I don't have to re-read it over and over again trying to understand. If I can't understand what's going on, I'll probably just ignore it.3. Shipping-  My account is a 'multi-storyline' account. I don't do the whole thing where my character has only 1 love interest. My Damon doesn't 'belong' to anyone. However!!!!!! I will have a MAIN LI, the person who I deam 'favorite' above all potentials and will 'exlusively' date meaning putting you on my profile in the relationship section and such.  People who do multi-storyline's/lovers are NOT whores, cheaters, players, disloyal, ect. Especially given the fact there is LESS drama on this end by far. I mean, to each their own.. but I like what I like. I still have friends who roleplay both ways, so it doesn't matter to me what you do just respect what I do, as I respect what you do. Though drama posting on status streams gets you deleted. No time for it here. **And no, I DO NOT only do this because I am Damon. I have roleplayed many many years and have roleplayed this way 90% of that time. Thanks.**4. Style- I write in third person past tense novel style. "Quotes" for speaking and Italics for thoughts. I prefer this in return. No first person, please.  5. Real Life/Drama-. I have a real life for one. If you rush me, you will be put LAST on my list of replies. No exceptions. Patience is required. Drama? In a story, yes. NOT in real life. Take your petty bullsh*t elsewhere.6. Romance Role-Play- Sex. Yes, I do it. I can be detailed or die it down. I'll test the waters and feel out what you are comfortable with and write accordingly. Sex is NOT required in a story-line with me. And while I do it, I do not want it to be all the time. 7. The obvious- Don't kill my character, don't play my character EVER. Play any other character within the story you wish. 8. Main's/Connections- Firstly, don't ask if we don't role-play or at least chit chat. Secondly, mains are my favorites and I will have more than one of one character if it so happens. Mains for me are favorites and their replies ALWAYS come first. 9. Numbers- I am here to write, not add 500+ people I never talk to. Either chat with me in some way or write with me. Otherwise, 2 weeks is the limit you will make it on my friends list. I have no problem having only 10 friends if they are active versus 50 friends and only 10 are active. Just delete me.*I also usually go by if you ask, you start. Though we will discuss what will be going on together. Please and thank you.**10. Originality- Don't ask me what season I roleplay Damon from, you will look stupid. The answer? None. I not only am AU but I don't follow the show really at all other than his past in bits and pieces unless discussed. 11. Story-Line Discussion- A discussion/conversation takes two people. So let's both participate in the conversation not just "Oh yeah, sounds good." Or anything to that effect. Be part of the idea. No one likes a mooch. Don't like the idea? Say something. Help fix it.12. Respect- I give it, and expect to get it in return. No need to curse me out or be rude for no reason. Have a problem? Let's talk like adults or delete me. Either one is fine.13. Sexual Orientation- Being a real life lesbian, I have no problem with lesbian/homosexual mentions or themes. I prefer to role-play romantically/sexually with females but am not opposed to a good gay/bi male writer. Just let me know ahead of time.I am not an Elena only type of Damon.If you don't like this, I am NOT the Damon for you. **Please don't just sign as 'read and understood'. You will look stupid.  I want to know you are okay with these rules, and intend to follow. If you actually read these, leave a quote you love. Please and thank you.**If You are curious, here is How I play DamonAny questions feel free to message me. Have a good one!Social Media feel free to add/follow me:https://ask.fm/DomineeringSalvatoreAIM; TheEternalStud1864 (For chit chat, of roleplay discussion or even roleplay itself)

Ladies and gentlemen, your Master of Ceremonies Caesar Flickerman! Hello, hello, hello my lovely viewers and welcome to my rules and guidelines! If you could read them over and sign them that would be very much appreciated! And may the odds be ever in your favor! Shall we get started, folks? 1. About Character: As you all know the character I'm roleplaying is Caesar Flickerman from the book/movie series The Hunger Games. I play Caesar basically how he is in the books and movies, but I also put a little twist on his background to give it a bit more depth. So if anyone is curious about it, I will be glad to explain my changes to his past! 2. Mains and Connections: I would LOVE to have some mains and connections! Though before I ask someone to become my main, I like to get to know them just a tad bit, and get a good storyline going with them. I don't like to rush into things when it comes to mains, but I would just love to have some1 3. Relationships: When my character gets into a relationship he will always be faithful to his lover no matter what, and he expects the same from them. His lover will also come first in everything that he does.  4. Ships: I ship Caesar with just about anyone, especially OC's if their stories seem to fit with his, and if they get on rather well. 5. AU {Alternate Universes}: I love doing AU storylines, I find them to be very creative and fun! I personally think AU allows you to put your own ideas down instead of copying the movie/book word for word, it also makes the storyline much more interesting and a bit more exciting! 6. Writing Styles: My writing styles are Multi para and Novella. I do not accept one liners in storylines at all, the only time I accept one liners are in statuses and photo comments. 7. Crossovers: I don't mind doing crossovers, I'm willing to do crossovers with just about any verse that is if it makes sense with my character and his story. 8. Real Life: I have a life outside of roleplay, that sometimes causing me to become slightly busy. So, if my replies become slow please forgive me that means that something is going on that I have to take care of in RL. But I will get to them as soon as I can, all  I ask for is patience. Remember, good things come to those who wait. ;) Now, if you've read, understood and are willing to follow my rules, please sign below with your favorite Hunger Games character and quote! Thank you all so much for reading! And Remember, I'm on Live  7 days a week, 365 days a year 3, 5, 7 and 9 PM on every channel! Fun for the whole family! Viewing is mandatory, this has been a message from The Capitol!                 The Charming Host.~ 

Riverbend semi dusted under minced dirt, spasmed chipped rocks gassed against a forced smooth obedient submerging movement the black sturdied horse-power dual rubbers (tires). Turn a half circular turn that aimed for an actual dirt road that'll branch their ranch Estates farm roadside barricaded forest edge on to the actual ten to eleven territorial acre landscape. 'It's almost similar to the concept of a over drawn addict, on an addiction in being in the intense lured interaction with someone.' How'd any man is capable of admitting they'd forget those gorgeous pair of hues is an idiot, Logan opinionated the fact he'd found it difficult to forget. Bruted an triggered internal tension pegged inside his gut's instincts with this phenomenon-like energy, of having the strong sensation feeling that an event or experience of the past replicated this exact one, sitting inside the front of his pick up truck beside her. Took no longer than a gist of a good uhaul of a half an hour travel, half hour distant reach outside of civilization at the max.Organic rebellious nocturnal cold air, struts a weak exhale concurrent blown rush; against the three solid glass auto windows. Exploiting a unafraid desire to resist authority in the weaker warmth gassed outta the double brittle bar doors, on occasion interacted through the social inner- an outter- customer staggering in. Distributed unconcealed an' bold fearless tension that engaged the adrenaline thirst in opposition or armed resistance to an established climatic government or temperature ruler, composed in the rough brisk northern-eastern atmospheric weather. Practiced as in predictable constant social dominance had steered as a stronghold in the rear jist edges of the popular raw convention conducted in a adulterated nightclub. The concept of it is adulterated entertainment, minus the usual x-rated billboarding of female goods. Either-or, it didn't matter, Logan is a dude, to be honest 'tits' are an arousal attraction for any straight man, but to be blunt he didn't give a damn about another random and unimportant naked chicks. The marine in-dashboard taverned a house holdin' on the ole original stero, that was gashed out of an older rustic truck Logan treasured out of an abandoned barn about ten miles outside of Lancaster, and stuck inside his newer pickup.Secluded northern-eastern trails leading about a good colossal somersault ahead - are branching on the western side of the Bourne Homestead's backwoods. Examples as another abundant backdoor in a sense that is semi- hidden behind miscellaneous trees towards the Verdant Night Club. With the adrenaline encouragement a reliable motor-bike it'll take CJ about a good four to six minutes the most to get right at the rough door step the rear entrance-exit to Ollie's notorious nightclub. On occasion CJ's ocean blue hues skims the vague shadow distance behind his niece Alexis then resuming his acknowledging attention down on to, as he discovers right off the back that she might fear she ruined or spoiled his fishing trip. Fear not she did not spoil his fishing gig, whether or not it was cut short - at least he had good company to enjoy it with. "Ha. Nah. I think it is a cue for me to take a hint at too, that the fishing gig is done for the rest of the evening for me too. It happens...some aren't use to the motion involved in fishing...at least out on the boat. I was the same as you to be honest and about the same age.The well-built durable Fishing Dock's straight ahead sawed and stacked wooden rail that is responsible for a sudden and/or spontaneous (fallen over board, or over in the water) prevention. This decent lengthened jig-sawed wood plank is no doubt resourceful, although it is for reassurance as a safe Permanent solid oak-condensation construction produced formation described the hardness of the hardwood floorboard of the front porch that Logan stepped his heavy timberland boots up and on. Personal short visit he had also carried a tan-yellowish packet that contained a couple official documents, Logan proceeding on tracking down relentlessly, throughout his sworn promised investigation he followed through on for Kali as he told her at the hospital he would do so. The cold beer bottle isolated behind a frost layer of cold slush, slush had attached against the mild dark caramel exterior of the glass he engulfed in the loosen holding of his left hand. Logan slumbers abruptly forward, as he corked a swift twist of the cap off, the metal porch chair ached a dull scratch sound the more he adjusted himself to be more comfortable. "Look Kali," Logan reassured her within the understanding demeanor in his voice as he spoke in a reasonably low pitch, "None of this I get is unexplained to you, nor does it make sense, that I get." making it clear to Kali, Logan can fully be aware of how frustrating it is learning her brother had been placed under protection. Frequented unrelentless taunting late afternoon breezes nectared the air with a vibrant subzero (cold) stung. The repetitious trembling drafting winded shadows were discrete, on occasion induced strong colossal garage plywood stacked. Obedient nocturnal breezes beating against the rough of the brittle surfaces as though attacking a dull torn drum surface that is produced outta old tree limbs on an attempt to conduct a restless record. An immediate acknowledge he had abandoned the hedge-nose of the hood of the colossal ass Dodge Ram, the pick up truck that is parked beside the adjucent left to their Estate home. The stainless steel nose of the dark blue Dodge Ram stuck out abit, simultaneously where'as Logan semi leaned forward staggering vastly over to the far side the house. Finding Jessi the second he heard hard tumbling echoing, that replicated the smashing sound of a brick bashing against hard concrete. Maneuvering Jessi in his comforting comfirming broad and concurrent brief flexing muscular arms. Snaking both broad forearms around her slender curvacious waist - one arm crawled up over and around her petite shoulder as he held her. 

The End, The End of Times, the End of the World, The Rapture, Armageddon, The Apocalypse.  Hollywood even captured it in the world of Mad Max and Thunder dome.  Every synonym known to man regarding this biblical prophecy of this cataclysmic devastation of the human race was right here, right now.  Kansas City , Missouri, 2014.  All the hopes and dreams of the Green people of America came crashing down as soon as the Croatoan virus infected now almost 50 percent of the planet.  Turning people into every Anger Management coaches worst nightmare.  THe virus drove them to the point of ripping their victims apart limb from limb in a murderous fury that would even curl the toes of Jeffrey Dahmer himself.   The Croats were indeed a breed of Zombies that even pop culture had yet to make a reference to.  An evil cocktail of mankind and a dash or two of the Croatoan virus.  Perfect recipe for the final fall of mankind.  Even the fall of Sodom and Gomorrah was not nearly as evil and sadistic.  That fall was instant.  All was over almost as soon as it began.  One big nuclear bang and all was good.  There was even somewhere to run.  Not this time.  This was far worse.  It was going to be  drawn out over time and suffering.  Loss of family, friends and other loved ones.   Those so called survivors were in truth walking dead themselves.  Awaiting the day they either got infected or were lucky enough to die.   Kansas City was perhaps hit the hardest thus far.  The fall out of the apocalypse seemed to have come to it's head right here.  If ever there were a "real" Hell Mouth, this is where it was.  Abandoned cars and severed limbs lined what used to be the hub of the posh Country Club Plaza shopping district.  The lakes and streams where families spent their summer getaways, nothing but desolate wasteland now.  Water that was once filled with aquatic  life was now filled with sulfur rising from the surface, symbolizing the lakes of fire in the prophetic book of Revelation.  Pools of blood and gore stained the hiking trails along the way that were once proudly proclaimed as "Hiking Heaven".   Now by all appearances, they were the trails to Hell itself.  Some believed even a fate worse than.   All in the world pretty much sucked ass big time, but it was by far worse here.  A nearby train could be heard echoing through the abandoned streets.  It was not coming here.  The rest of the country gave up on here.  Politicians were safe and sound still, tucked away in fallout shelters.  If you had enough money and connections, you could still pretty much buy your way into safe havens.  Although some came with a catch.  Once in, you could never be free.  Women and children were turned into slaves and men into unwilling comrades for the New America.  Yes, safety came with a price.  Even Lucifer could not have planned this so well, although, he mocked God and how he could have told him this is what his little hairless miscreants would do to each other.  He gave credit where credit was due to them.  With a smile.  They made this even better than he could have ever imagined.    So point being, Lucifer rose to claim earth as his.  Life as humanity knew it ceased to exist.  He was at the height of his reign never since the day Sam Winchester said yes.  His destruction was not instant gratification but instead a seemingly never ending domino fall of destruction.  Leaving everyone waiting for the last one to fall and truly ending the human race for good, just as Lucifer had sworn to do.  The hairless apes he called them.  The reason his father cast him out of his heavenly home.  They were his nemeses, thorns in his side.  Pond scum still unevolved and in no way close to his supreme being.  He loathed them, resented their very existence like a spoiled child that wanted to be the only.  Lucifer was clearly not into "sharing is for caring" and did not play well with others.  He wanted the world for himself and he was going to cleanse it of all humanity as he claimed it as his kingdom.  After that, the demons were going too.  He loathed them almost as much.  Lesser fallen angels and souls of humans that were again, further proof God really fucked things up.  With the exception of him , of course.   How could this have happened?  Well that was indeed the million dollar question.  So many questions hunters from all over the world had.  How could Sam Winchester do this to them?  And how could big brother Dean let him.  None of it made any sense to them but regardless, it happened, when Sam went to Detroit he said yes to Lucifer and now the world would never be the same.     The virus had yet to get to Australia so a team of hunters were formed and sent to help out what was left of Team Free Will.  Many were lost along the way to Camp Chitaqua but the remaining 8 members made it to the camp as safe and sound as could be.  Bobby Singer, their main contact had died.  They had so many questions.  They were met by a frazzled Chuck the Prophet, an Angel that lost his way, Dean Winchester, and his slayer.   A shell of the man he used to be and their fearless leader that they still followed without question.  They were a motley crew of worn out soldiers but their never blind devotion to Dean was still there.  The new crew couldn't understand why and there was a resistance out on a run for supplies.  No one quite knows what really happened to Dean.  Rumor has it, someone turned him over to Lucifer, or even worse, he went willingly himself to being Lucifer's right hand man.  Back to his ways as Alisters Apprentice, this time torturing what was left of humanity, free from the virus.  Regardless, their fearless leader Dean was gone and someone had to lead the crew.  Faith attempted to take the reins, but failed. Leadership was never her forte.   Which comes to the now of it this story.  Which would be me.  I never thought in any of my many millenniums of existence, the fate of the world and mankind would rest on my tired and worn out shoulders.  I'm not an Angel any more.  I've become human.  Decadence and beautiful women have been my solace.  Absinthe and pills, and a heavy supply of weed have been all that get me through every day I life before the lights finally go out.  For good this time.   No more Angelic powers, no more Angels in the outfield that can help me  now.  I was left here on earth to deal with this fall out.  On my own and very human.  The elite club I was once in abandoned me and my father was pretty much an analogy of an absentee land lord just waiting the day the building collapsed to the ground.  Not a lot to work with, but I am certainly going to give it my best fight.   Anyway, I seem to be the elect for this new club I am in.  All hands were raised for me to be their new and improved Fearless Leader.  Club Save the World.  And it rests right here in the heart of Missouri.  Lucifer made Kansas City his main hub after Detroit.  Guess he wanted to be close to home, or maybe somewhere in there, Sam was still lingering and wanted to be close to home. We also happen to be recruiting here at Camp Chitaqua.   Our Mission?  To reverse this cataclysmic screw up and destroy Lucifer once and for all.  Yes folks, we plan to save the world.....and take back what is ours and of course, as always, save Sam and Dean Winchester.  

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It had been almost a year since Faith and Sam had summoned the crossroads demon to bring Dean back from the dead.  It had been a helluva long 12 months. Dean was still deeply troubled, haunted.  The nights were the worst. At least during the day he could keep his mind busy with cases, and the books in the Men of Letters headquarters.  At night he was at the mercy of the dreams, which without exception replayed his agonizing time in hell.  Deep in the night he often awoke Faith as he yelled out, pleading with the demons inhabiting his dreams to stop torturing the ones he loved.  Faith did her best to comfort him. He would often fall back to sleep in her arms, never disclosing the dark horrors that plagued him.  So Dean didn't sleep much these days, and when he did, he didn't get much rest.  The deep circles and bags under his eyes bore witness to that fact. They still spent many of their days hunting, fighting the good fight. Faith had given up her drinking and rebel-rousing ways.  She had grown closer to Dean and grown heavy with his child. The little one was due very soon.  It made the nomadic life of a hunter more difficult, but she was dealing, and as her time grew near, Dean and Faith stayed closer to the Men of Letters house, which had become the Winchester's first real home.Life should have embodied some semblance of happiness, but the time left on Sammy's contract was growing dangerously thin. All their waking hours were becoming focused on finding a solution, to avert what was, with each day, becoming an inevitability. The word on the street was that another demon had gotten a hold of Sam's contract. It no longer belonged to Crowley or his minions. But this was where their leads hit a brick wall.A development in Wichita, Kansas hit the papers, a town where the populace was driven to the point of madness by a cornucopia of mystical and supernatural happenings. Strange and disturbing stories dominated the headlines.  Hunters always follow these peculiar events.  It drew them out like moths to a flame.  So from the perspective of the dark side, from evil, why seek out the Winchesters in their lair, where they were most comfortable and powerful, with all their resources gathered around them?  It was easier and safer to lure them in, to lay a trap for the most infamous hunters in the world.  The Winchester Gang would roll into town, riding their shiny metal stead, ready to save the day. And that's precisely when they would be most vulnerable.