February 2012
1 post
Sober, Kama Sutra, this book intimidates him. →
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
Sober, Kama Sutra, this book intimidates him. Half of these positions, you’d have to be a professional gymnast to manage. But Zoe’s giggling, nudging him in the side, wanting to try one: “Wait, no, no, no… I want to see your face,” she giggles, a tinge of red to her cheeks. She flicks through the pages looking for another. When she looks up, Edgar’s gone. His growing lack...
January 2012
2 posts
Kaylee walked into the comic book shop on the... →
kaylee-killough:
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
“Don’t steal, don’t kill and don’t be a smartass.”
Backtracking to the counter he tells Zoe to serve Kaylee but charge her double, then goes upstairs.
Kaylee gave him an “are you serious” look and then scoffs. She shakes her head and looks through the new comics. She picks out a few and then walks to the counter. She sighs.
Zoe ignores...
At the Frogs, Zoe is trying to make a lasting impression on Edgar’s Mom and Pa. Takes a lot effort because they keep asking where’s Paul and where’s Ryan and who’s she and where did Sam go. Why isn’t their oldest son here and since when is there a safety code on the door to Edgar’s room.
December 2011
2 posts
Zoe’s got him again but like Edgar it’s jagged and rough even when he tries to be the opposite. On top of her, fingers curling in locks of her dark hair. She’s quiet, same as him and they get tangled under the covers and each in their own feelings: “Love you, Edgar,” she turns her head but he’s not facing her. Hearing her speak, he tries to hold her up closer but she resists, wanting him to look...
A lot of great hunters misunderstand that she is different from Bill and Gill. She doesn’t come from a pack, she comes from a tribe who shape shift to aid and protect for the most part.
She calls it a blessing whereas her friends, she sees it as more of a curse, the change in them is involuntary and they have little self control, a lot of the time Bill and Gill just kill whatever they see.
...
November 2011
20 posts
“My beautiful man,” is just one of the many phrases she has used over these last days. She doesn’t suspect his blood lust may have contributed in the slightest. But in the end he basically tells her enough sex and they need to get back to work.
Wednesday morning, Scriber Lake under the broken monument. Everyone gathers again.
This is her moment and she has grabbed it. That’s ‘Zoe’ Edgar has used in his passion and no other name.
“It’s 10:35,” she tells him the time, finally. The man is on his feet and out the room faster than she can say it again.
She grins to herself, turning over in the bed. All hers, she’s got him right where she wants him. Metaphorically speaking, since...
Zoe walks in later, covered in snow, bright eyes and smiles to see Edgar and Star a tangled bloody mess in that old man Vincent’s bed. A shadow passes over Zoe’s face but she doesn’t say anything and leaves the room, back outside.
Bill and Gill are building a snowman. She joins them.
/Gill. →
gypsywarriorstar:
billandgill:
zoeishere:
gypsywarriorstar:
zoeishere:
gypsywarriorstar:
I stand there, still shivering. Zoe looks at me. Edgar lays there. “Hi..” I say through chattering teeth
“Well, lady,” Zoe smiles, “do your thing, is what my baby went all that way to get you for, isn’t it?”
“My thing? What thing?”
She stares.
“You know, let the fucker bite you.”
“What!?...
/Gill. →
gypsywarriorstar:
zoeishere:
gypsywarriorstar:
billandgill:
gypsywarriorstar:
billandgill:
gypsywarriorstar:
I don’t say anything and I freeze more in the rain. Gill rides fast, like a bat out of hell. The wind is so cold. He could of at least let me get a sweater.
Star is drenched to the skin and shivering, Gill doesn’t care, rain never killed anyone:
“We’re here,” he states...
/Gill. →
gypsywarriorstar:
billandgill:
gypsywarriorstar:
billandgill:
gypsywarriorstar:
I don’t say anything and I freeze more in the rain. Gill rides fast, like a bat out of hell. The wind is so cold. He could of at least let me get a sweater.
Star is drenched to the skin and shivering, Gill doesn’t care, rain never killed anyone:
“We’re here,” he states after ten or so minutes, pressing...
“You went for drinks with who?”
“You know- Michael. One of the Emersons. I don’t know,” Gill slurs his words a bit. Zoe laughs until she can’t breathe:
“Sounds like a successful date!”
“It was not a date.”
“Sure,” she nudges him a bit too hard and he falls off the bench they’re sitting on. Michael’s favorite.
Frog, Zoe, Bill, Gill and four other werewolves. →
billandgill:
Frog, Zoe, Bill, Gill and four other werewolves. Gill is responsible for beds and a roof over their heads. He has chosen tents. Turns out cheaper than a motel, with all the travelling and food thee have been buying for stray half breeds over the last two months.
Gill’s idea- Gill’s instructions. Two per tent. Gill shares his with Zoe. He puts his brother with Edgar. He doesn’t care...
“I spy with my little eye something beginning with S,” says Bill.
“Star.”
“I spy… Screw this,” Bill passes her a set of binoculars. The wild, untamed mess that is Star’s hair, Edgar’s exposed skin and a lot of blood. Zoe tuts. Bill lights a cigarette:
“Frog’s losing sight of what he’s doing if he keeps indulging,...
Before they go vampire hunting Gill takes Zoe to an authentic Armenian restaurant and buys her a single red rose. For the longest of times she has just ignored his advances and by now it can’t get more obvious he has a thing for her.
His plan is to ask her to go steady on his 21st birthday but that is pretty far away and the young man is nearly too infatuated to wait any longer....
She gets in touch with Blake and tells him they got attacked and vampires took their machine guns. Better not tell him Edgar asked Bill to leave them with the Lost Boys and wanted nothing in return.
Zoe knows how hard they worked on the equipment and the prices that got mentioned. Though there are two improved versions to use as team Frog pleases, models 2010 and 2011:
“One day we’ll...
OOC:
http://billandgill.tumblr.com/
Zoe has work today. The shop is tiny and on the verge of bankruptcy, hardly any customers. The boss is giving stuff away for practically nothing.
For her it’s like a library. She sits at the till reading comics all day. Two days here, then up Portland again. Comfortable two room apartment with a water bed and a view over the city. Not a friend’s floor and a brick wall to look at when...
On the phone Edgar says he’ll join her soon when they shake off a large number of the undesirables. He reassures most of them still have no clue and refuse to believe what she really is.
Zoe tells him she doesn’t care if they’re after her, at the moment, she just wants her friends around her, namely him and the two wolves. Bodyguards, indeed. Misfits.
It has crossed Zoe’s...
Santa Carla was swarming with vampire hunters and their apprentices. As the night progressed more arrived and they were searching for werewolves too. It was best to leave. Shapeshift.
Zoe took shortcuts and avoided the majority. Police everywhere too, gunshot after gunshot. They weren’t even important. But the silver bullets flying by were. She dodged a whole twenty of them.
She ran all...
http://apprenticeandrea.tumblr.com/post/12523321283... →
apprenticeandrea:
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
Edgar and Zoe are soon on their own again, the others follow them up into Santa Carla. Long night ahead.
Unlike Zoe, he thinks they can be of use though he’s very reserved and vague when they ask him about Clyde’s clan and the house they live in or who Ryan happens to be.
They don’t care about his relations to halfers. A lot of rumours though about...
http://apprenticeandrea.tumblr.com/post/12523321283... →
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
apprenticeandrea:
Finally, getting to the part as to why these people are so excited to have found them. Again, they talk over each other, making little sense until Andrea feels a blush creeping up. When she looks up, Edgar’s staring right at her:
“Andy?”
Everybody turns around to listen. She tells Edgar they’re here to help unless he’s going to Mexico to kill and burn...
http://apprenticeandrea.tumblr.com/post/12523321283... →
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
apprenticeandrea:
Middle of nowhere has their three vans pass Edgar’s dirty beat up old truck. Most of them are a bit tipsy and are lost in conversation or song and have momentarily forgotten the purpose of this road trip and they miss it.
The people with Andrea are all sober. It takes them a while because an argument begins whether “Frog Bros” was seen on the side of...
Edgar has not said anything about her touching him and she assumes he must think he dreamt it.
A small part of her wishes this was not the case and he’d bring it up so she could laugh at the Spiderman underwear again. Comical, she can’t seem to get it out of her head.
The oncoming wave of hunters from Seattle is about to change that.
This was so planned. →
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
This was so planned. But because he resists, Bill’s pinning him down and Zoe draws lines on his face that after a while begin to resemble a muzzle.
Running out of black eye liner, she shrugs and attacks Edgar’s face with a brown one, a little color, she laughs. Actually, they all do but Edgar’s clearly uncomfortable.
Holding up a mirror to show him would be...
October 2011
28 posts
http://zoeishere.tumblr.com/post/12014645158/edgarf... →
servantryan:
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
“I’m not worried about that.”
I hear them talk and she’s insulting Brendon, beloved. They stop their conversation when they notice I’m awake because I couldn’t stop it, this horrible noise of protest I’ve made.
“Morning, sleepy!” Zoe punches Ryan playfully.
http://zoeishere.tumblr.com/post/12014645158/edgarf... →
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
Edgar is distracted by the ocean he can see to their right, same water, same coast but he prefers it here:
“Mhm?”
“Like he worships you,” she continues, “like he idolizes you. So you really need not worry he’ll run off to that wannabe Englishman again.”
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
zoeishere:
Zoe lights a match, lets it burn, then flicks it out of the open window of Edgar’s moving truck. She gets another and another until the box is empty, then takes out new one. Ryan’s asleep on her shoulder, murmuring every time her arm moves in this repetitive motion.
Edgar’s staying clear of San Jose. These roads are familiar, bringing a fake sense of calm, he...
victoria-vampirehuntress:
zoeishere:
victoria-vampirehuntress:
Bitch call my best friend dumb again and you’ll find a sliverbullet in your tail!
You’ll get more than that. Watch your back.
Watch yours! I hunt your kind for a practice. I killed that old hag you knew
You’re not all that, babyface. ;)
victoria-vampirehuntress:
zoeishere:
victoria-vampirehuntress:
Just dig that hole Edgar, that’s gonna really help… Really
Paul dug that himself.
How on earth did he do that? Edgar was the one that didn’t want to suck it up and be there for him at the wedding.
It’s you, girl, you stir shit with your presence.
Zoe and Gill are without Bill and already on their way out of Seattle on a crowded bus. Seems like a really ancient one too. Smells of farts and sweat, they keep holding their hands in front of their faces but it gets tiring, they try not to gag. A baby is sick all over her mother in the following row.
The trip is only to Portland though and didn’t cost much:
“Well it’s been an...
They’ve left. Once alone, she switches on the TV, black and white and her mind wonders, there’s nothing much on.
She turns to the nightstand, notepads and photographs. Browses through the pictures, a lot of landscapes; the urban scene that is Sacramento. Small red numbers in the corners- this summer.
Zoe smiles, gets more to look at. Spring ‘11. Domestic flower shots. Edgar and...
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
“No,” says Edgar looking down at his phone, then up at her, “I just…”
Zoe’s about to speak when Ryan stops shaking and retching. Lets out a breath she’s been holding:
”Welcome back!”
The atmosphere has shifted, Edgar grumbles something about favors and not asking for one again anytime soon:
“Syringe time again?”
http://zoeishere.tumblr.com/post/11471221624 →
servantryan:
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
Cali feels unattainable and too far away when the lair is just up the road. But Edgar needs perfection:
“Blake’s garage,” he nods. That’s even further south than Santa Carla, he tears at his hair not realizing.
They murmur for what seems like ages, I catch distant city names, San Francisco and Bakersfield, something about Arizona.
Then a loud bang and I...
http://zoeishere.tumblr.com/post/11471221624 →
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
zoeishere:
She takes off her gloves, scarf and coat and giggles. Sits down and crosses her legs, it stings: ”Babyface is so adorable when he’s scared,” she grins, looks through the big box she’s got with her, pulling out crossbows.
Edgar grunts, examining one. Then another one. They are good quality but nothing like the ones Alan use to make. Sighs impatiently:
“These...
servantryan:
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
zoeishere:
Edgar lets her in and she goes straight for the bathroom:
“Need to pee, need to pee.”
“Hold it in,” he sees her struggle with the door handle, “got the weapons?”
I hear her voice right on the other side and crawl into the bathtub, look over the side. She might break down the door.
Is this fear irrational?
She takes off her gloves,...
Zoe’s not a part of this clan but they hold her in high regard. She would stop by to be the negotiator but she values her life more than she cares for any attachment Edgar or the people he’s with have with Ryan.
They would most likely kill her afterwards just because of what she is, the main reason why Edgar told her to stay away to begin with.
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
zoeishere:
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
zoeishere:
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
“I was,” he says, acknowledging Paul with a nod.
“You… You weren’t the one who killed her, were you?”
“No.”
“But you’re going with whoever killed her, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Edgar drives behind the others, stops at the cemetery.
“That’s crazy talk! They’ll rip you...
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
zoeishere:
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
zoeishere:
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
zoeishere:
Picks up:
“Yellow.”
“The old woman. The one who guarded the door. She’s dead.”
“Oh my,” shock in her voice.
“But that’s not important. Alan left Ryan with her. We’ve lost him.”
“Aww… The babyface?”
“Any idea where she could have left him? I mean… There’s the hideout. We’re...
OOC: What the heck...did they just cold blood...
OOC: Who?
They are werewolf hunting.
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
zoeishere:
“Go into Seattle, don’t take route C.”
No explanation. No nothing. She nudges Bill. Bill pokes Gill. They look at the text, Zoe sends a reply:
“What’s happening?”
“Werewolf hunt.”
“Shit,” she smiles sweetly. Zoe and her two friends leave the house, there is a gathering outside. And a clapping of hands. The old guard is giving a speech and...
http://zoeishere.tumblr.com/post/11207003180 →
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
zoeishere:
“You say, you and Alan tried…” she reaches over the table to touch his arm and make him look at her, “what about, you, Alan, me and a couple of my friends?”
Edgar can’t help himself:
“Also werewolves?”
“Yes. Should help,” she finishes her first coffee and goes to order another one, leaving Edgar alone with his thoughts for a while.
http://zoeishere.tumblr.com/post/11207003180 →
edgarfrog-vamphunter:
zoeishere:
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edgarfrog-vamphunter:
zoeishere:
“Come on,” she chuckles and they walk, she changes the subject briefly to coffee and how this weather is heartbreaking; she won’t be staying long.
Edgar holds the door open for her. Once inside the cafe, they order two large Lattes and sit in the far corner. Edgar confides in her. In...