Shadow Hunter's Role Play

Dean exited the club, by exited I mean kicked out, for trying to riga game of pool, another way for him to earn hs money. He set off back home, dusting off his jacket

Naomi walked down the street quickly, her black, trench coat getting blown back by the wind. She could tell it was going to rain, you didn't need to be a witch to know that. She dodged another person and slammed straight into another one.
"Sorry!"

Dean Stumbled back suprised
It's fine, are you okay? Dean took her purse without her realising and slipped it into his jacket pocket

"Yeah, I'm fine, and I'll have my purse back as well."
Naomi held out her hand, smirking, having just read his mind.

Dean smirked Sorry, but I don't kow what you're talking about.

"Look, I want me purse back, now. Or there will be hell to pay."
Naomi smirked more at him.

Fine he scoweled, before he gavit her back, he snook the money out of her purse and put it in his pocket, he gave her a sweet smile before running off.

"Oi!"
Naomi glared at him and rolled her eyes. He really needed to sort out his life. Good thing she'd gotten some of his skin cells on her purse. Maybe a curse was in order.

Dean grinned to himself, he may not have gotten a lot, like he would have from riggingthat game, but he got something.

Naomi headed home, crossing over the road quickly.

When Dean got home, he put the money in a box and then went to his ichen t make something to eat

When Naomi got home, she quickly put away her shopping and then started on the curse. She managed to get a few skin cells off her purse, but that was all she needed.

Dean looked through his fridge, to see what he would make, a sandwich would do, he didn't realy ever eat much

Naomi got out the right stuff and looked out the window, a clear dusk, perfect. She drew a pentagon on the floor and sat in the middle of it with a candle at each point. There was a silver bowl in front of her and she started adding ingrediants, chanting words in a different language. Thundred cracked outside in the sky.

The thunder made Dean jump he dropped a glass plate on the floor, he grumbled to himself as he began to pick up the pieces

Naomi began to chant faster as more things went into the silver bowl. She shouted out one last word and added the skin cells as a flash of sheet lightening lit up the whole sky. She looked at the bowl and smirked.
"May bad luck be with you until the spell is lifted," she muttered in the lanaguage.

There was on big crash of thunder and Dean's ears pricked up to hear the sound of his mirror smash in his living room, he walked in and looked at it puzzled.
What te hell?! Seven years bad luck!

Naomi grinned and started to pack away her things. She wiped the pentagon of the floor and went to make herself something to eat.

(sorry aboutthat my lapop went weird)

Dean frowned at his cracked mirror, but he sat down and began to eat his sandwich. As soon as he took the first bite, he spat it back out again, it didn't taste right. he looked at his sandwich again, and on the bread was mold. (Ew...)

[dont worry about it]

Naomi made herself something simple, a sandwich. She wasn't really hungry, but she felt the need to have something.

Dean threw the sandwich away, he'd only bought the bread yesterday, he looked at the other stuff in his fridge to see what else he could eat. It was all mouldy. He nearly gagged at the sight of it. He put his coat on, got some money and decided he'd buy himself something to eat.

Naomi turned on the tv and looked out the window again, no lightening or thundred now. She smiled to herself and thought of the man she'd seen, wondering how long it would take to realise that she was the one to put the curse on him. Not that she cared, not many people found out that she was a witch, even after putting something on them.

As he got to the fast food restaurant, he went to pull out his money, but instead he fond a larhe hole in his pocket.
Fuck! he tried to think of why this was all happening to him

Naomi watched the news and sat on her sofa, eating her sandwich.

Then he rememberred the woman whose money he had stolen.
That bitch!
he ran out of the restaurant and back to his home