[Espada]

The town of Orillas is situated in the southern most point of Spain. A tourist town famed for it beach’s, ancient ruin’s and colourful festivals. But over the past few month’s people whom live in the town and tourist’s are beginning to disappear.


His room was a tip, magazine’s and cloths were sprawled across Jonathan’s floor. He liked it like this those, within the clutter he could always’s find what he was looking for. As he rose from his bed, Jonathan caught a mere glimpse of a fly buzzing around. Quick as a flash, he slapped at the annoying bug, knocking it out of the air.

After he had gotten himself ready, Jonathan headed down to the bar. He’d had moved out of his parent’s house a few month’s ago, and persuaded the owner of the bar to let him rent the pad upstairs.

He took his time as he made a tea and sat outside the bar, looking out towards the beach. Sitting there silently he eyed a near by newspaper, that had been left behind on one of the table’s. He picked it up and flicked through, and paused as he read the headline, Tourist Body Found Mutilated.

‘’Jon can you give me a hand?’’ the owner Miguel asked Jonathan. Turning and looking a the short, balding, fat man. ’’Sure’’ Jonathan replied bluntly.

Getting up he grabbed a small pad of paper and pencil from behind the bar. ‘’Right who need’s serving?’’ he thought as he looked around the small bar.

(ooc ok who wants breakfast?)

[vaylosv]

Originally Posted by Espada

‘’Jon can you give me a hand?’’ the owner Miguel asked Jonathan. Turning and looking a the short, balding, fat man. ’’Sure’’ Jonathan replied bluntly.

Getting up he grabbed a small pad of paper and pencil from behind the bar. ‘’Right who need’s serving?’’ he thought as he looked around the small bar.

Rayne looked up pulled his sunglasses down his face revealing his eyes instead of brown or blue he had yellow eyes well around his pupil he looked the barman up and down “Yo” he called out to the barman as the barman came over he could see the barman had already noticed his abnormal eye colouration. He slip his glasses back on looked at the barman and paused for a moment.
The guy asked Rayne what he would like Rayne replyed to him in a question “hey man I got a few questions I need to ask you for a start wheres the best night out where theres plenty of girls and second my man can I have a LARGE as no where round seems to get it when I say large glass of orange juice”. The guy asked “anything else” Rayne smiled “yeah please you would happen to have any head tablets would you mate, I don’t remember last night at all just woke up in a field damn it”

[Espada]

‘’The best night out? Between you and me I’d say Sensations. Good DJ’s and beautiful women, drinks are expensive but that’s to be expected.’’ he said to the guy with the yellow eye’s. Heading over to the bar Jonathan got a large bottle of orange juice and found a few headache’s tablet’s under the counter. Heading back over to the customer, Jonathan put down the drink. ‘’Enjoy.’’ he said and then made his way outside the bar. Producing a small spliff from a cigarette box, he sat outside smoking.

[Lazarus]

Nigel had still been up, the jet-lag of international flying was a pain, and having jumped from Seattle to Chicago, then Barcelona, then taking the train to Orillas, he had several thousand miles and little sleep.
But, having been in the FBI for many years, long enough to learn some nice tricks for dealing with flying, one of which was to exhaust yourself until you could go to bed at a normal hour, and force your sleep cycle to normalize.

So he sat at the table, struggling to read the local paper.
Sadly, his Spanish was fairly poor, as he had focused on Russian and German during his college years, though he could make out some small paragraphs and atleast carry on a coversation like a retarded 4-year-old.

Overhearing the barman as he spoke with another customer, he was more than happy to discover that the man spoke the Queen's English, and judging from his accent was a native Limey. All the better, as likely the man spoke excellent Spainish as well, being employed at the resort.

Musing through the breakfast menu, after setting the paper down, he decided to order something to drink while he waited for his daughter to finish getting out of bed.

It had been a bit of a last-ditch effort to build a semblance of a father-daughter relationship with the girl. After his first marrage ended, mosty because his job made it hard, and he was too busy chasing bad guys all over the country to listen to his wife, he had tried to atleast communicate with his daughter, but sadly work was work, and as usual it made him unaccessable.

He managed to meet Sara, his second wife, which he was sure Zoey resented, though he never really talked ot her about it, and had a stable life in Seattle until the Jericho case reared it's ugly head.
Needless to say, it shook the foundation of his life, Matthew Jericho murdered Sara, only to be gunned down in the middle of the street by Nigel in the short chase that followed.

Of course, God had a fairly nasty sense of humor that day, and Nigel was truck by a car almost immediately after. And over the course of the next six years, he suffered a mental breakdown, then being an outcast at the local office, even the demonization of the internal affairs and office psych specialist.
The Copycat case of Jericho had been pinned on him from day one, until he managed to take care of that mess. Sadly, his then partner Jack Lacrue, was rendered an invalid and took the fall, though the actual turn of events were far more sinister and far less believable.
Deciding that the Buearu was not for him any more, he moved to the fringe, using his more 'exotic' talents to garner a living and doing some pro-bono work as well, the long hard trail that started with the Jericho Copy-Cat ended in the burning of a small Missouri town that had been delving in the dark arts.

It was a long and dark road, and he lost some good friends along the way, but finally, things were looking up, as Zoey had begun to spring into the world, and was seeking expiriences and new places.
Needing another job, he was intrigued by the reports online of tourists and locals vanishing, and the mauled remains of random people being discovered and ths decided to venture out and start turning over rocks.

He had to admit, the wisdom of bringing his daughter to a potentially dangerous area was a bit off-base, but he was fairly confident tat he could protect her, and that maybe she would understand a few more things about him and the world as it really was, if she could expirience them herself.

Looking up as the barman came over, Nigel set the menu down, resting his arm on the jacket casually slung over the side of the chair. He was still wearing a suit and tie, and his black fedora sat carefully at the cahir by his side, like another diner.
Excuse me, I'm still waiting on someone, but I would like a bit of coffee, no sugar or cream, if you would be so kind.
He had always made a rule of treating servers well, as it coud be a terrible job, and they had ways of getting back at you if your were rude.

Giving a short smile, he waited for Zoey, and reflected on the upcoming challenge of making up for nine years of bad parenting...

[[TAG: Zoey, Jonathan]]

[Brainbox3001]

His alarm went off!! Dazed an confused Sylas scrambled for his clock. He looked round he’d fallen asleep in his chair again. He opened his bedroom window and the smell of bacon n sausage drifted in…. “Breakfast!”
Quickly getting dressed and grabbing his stash and ipod , Sylas shot down the stairs. Mouth watering with anticipation of the food ahead, placing one earphone in his ear Sylas opened his front door stepping out the light was blinding at first.
Catching that familiar smell Sylas adjusted and crossed the road and made a b-line for its source, he approached the young man sitting at the table and said “That smells nice, but ive got some stuff that’s going to blow your socks off!”

[Espada]

Jonathan chuckled ‘’You all right mate. Long time no see, How’s things?’’ After the two friends exchanged a handshake. ’’So what’s this stuff you got in?’’ he asked. The two talked and Jonathan passed his friend his spliff. Miguel came out shortly after ‘’Jon can you give me a hand. Maria’s called in sick again.’’ Jonathan had been looking forward for his day off, but he knew he needed the money. ‘’Sure but I’m having the day of the festival off. I ain’t covering that.’’ he replied.

The bar wasn’t busy but he knew there was a few thing’s that needed doing. He tool care of the orders and prepared the drinks. He took the coffee over to Nigel ’’Here you go. When your ready to order just give me a shout.’’ he said politely and with a smile. Looking at Nigel for a moment, he noticed his lack of tan.’’Ahh you just got into town?’’ he asked.

[Lazarus]

Yeah, though I don't really tan, I usually burn. Too much Northern European blood I guess. Nigel gave a smile as he sipped at his morning coffee.
The stuff was strong, as he expected, and it was a relief, he hated bland coffee.

If you have a minute, I was going to ask about this, he produced the morning paper, indicating the article about the mutilated tourist, My Spainish is awful, and I'm afriad curiosity has gotten the better of me. It was a white lie, but that was alright.

[Espada]

Gently taking the paper from Nigel, Jonathan looked over the article, he quoted the highlights ’’A body was discovered yesterday, near the town’s castle ruin. The victim has been identified as Sandra Smith 33 whom was vacationing in the area. The Guardia Civil has not released anymore details. To date twelve people have disappeared, four of the missing have been found mutilated in a similar fashion.’’

Placing the paper on Nigel’s table, Jonathan strained a smile ‘’It’s been a strange month.’’ he remarked glumly. ‘’Well least there’s a festival coming up next week.’’ Miguel shouted over to Jonathan ’’Jon order ready.’’ ’’Ok Miguel’’ he replied.

Jonathan turned then looked back at Nigel ’’Hope you have an enjoyable time here.’’ he said sincerely. He then went to the kitchen and sorted out the order for the customer.

[Lazarus]

‘’Well least there’s a festival coming up next week.’’

The barman scuttled off, now busy with work at his boss's beconing.

Great... Nigel thought, Nothing the things that go 'Bump' like more than a huge buffet of helpless drunks to sink their teeth into.
The idea was making his plan of bringing Zoey along even less appealing.
No turning back now, she'd never understand.

Not being sure what exactly was commiting the murders, he made a mental note to hit the library, then the local church, with his last stop being the oldest person in the village, all were valuable sources of information, and he needed to get an idea of what he'd be dealing with so he could begin stocking up supplies, and making plans.

Hopefully the local cops weren't in on it. That could prove a problem.

Looking at his watch, he wondered what was keeping Zoey, having little understanding for a girl her age, he wasn't sure if she was still asleep, putting on makeup, or just sitting in her room making him wait.
He never understood women.

Giving an exasperated sigh, he took another sip of coffee, and began attempting to read more.

[Teleporter12]

OOC:Just the intro to my ghouls... If nobody else wants to be a ghoul I am fine with just controlling the pack, no vampires are not killing everybody... Yet.

Somewhere in the lower darkened parts of the of the resort...

A place of utmost shadows, the catacombs of the resort are a maze of eletrical wires and pipes. A small spark came from the wires. Moving onwards into the lower areas you see the areas that keep the place running. A few rats run across the floor... As you walk on you go into a small walkway connecting a circuit and a corridor... Walking into the corridor you see it... A small door, walking inside you find them. Sleeping for now but soon to awaken. Cocoons litter the ceiling and floor. Only the heads peek out. Walking closer you close the door behind you and stand there. The eyes of the leader glowing deep black with a shade of red... Open, He slowly crawls out of the cocoon and looks at the shut door. He thinks with a intelligence slightly greater than his pack"Sssssoooonnn... Ssssoooonnn mmmmyyyy brrroootthherrs weeeee willllll aaawwwaken aaannnndddd deeecccseeennnd annnndddd feeeeeedddd...". He begans to creep back unto his cocoon , he looks one last time at the door... then the glowing eyes slowly close...
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OOC:If everybody could act as if they hate my human that would be nice... I want him to be the asshole of the group... Like in any good vampire movie there is always an asshole... Don't worry he'll die soon enough...

Raul Padilla

Raul slowly got up from his bed and grabbed his money and glasses and went down the stairs... Shuffling down the stairs he sees some of the other patrons in the cafeteria. Raul slowly went to one of the tables and made himself comfy. Snapping his fingers he called out to the waiters"Ahem! I'd like a dark cofee nothing added... Make it snappy!!". He picked up the paper and looked at all the other patrons currently in the room. They were all eyeballing him.."What are you all looking at?!". He began to read the paper...

Tag: The Group

(yet another)OOC:I think its a good start ya'll. If there were other plans to where the vamps are then PM me and i'll get rid of it...