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Soleil Marie Benoit
28 November 2012 @ 10:07 pm
[Continued from here]

The manager of the little flea-bag motel was probably going to charge her extra for all the hot water she used, but it was worth it to get all the sap off her skin and out of her hair. Thank the good lord above that it wasn't creepy crawly season or else Soleil would've had to worry about more than just sticks and needles in her hair. As it was, she cleaned up pretty good in jeans that were just shy of being brand new and a strappy little tank top underneath her favorite leather jacket. She usually traveled light and there wasn't really any room in her bag for a little black dress.

Simon was easy to spot at one of the tables, and Soleil smiled as she walked towards him. He was easy on the eyes, she'd give him that. And, unless she was mistaken, his hat wasn't the only reason why they'd crossed paths. Whether it was pure gut instinct or female intuition remained to be seen, and she was curious to find out more about him.

"Well, hey stranger. This seat taken?"
 
 
Soleil Marie Benoit
21 April 2012 @ 11:19 am
Alright, already! Keep your shirt on!

[[someone's pounding on her motel room door & she answers it wearing only a towel]]
 
 
 
Soleil Marie Benoit
25 August 2011 @ 08:14 pm
[feet propped up, flipping through book] [#]
 
 
Current Location: Crackytown, USA
Current Music: Chris LeDoux - Hairtrigger Colt's .44 | Powered by Last.fm
 
 
Soleil Marie Benoit
01 July 2011 @ 01:09 pm
[melting silver into buckshot, fun times]
 
 
Current Location: SPN OC/OTA
Current Music: Alannah Myles - Black Velvet | Powered by Last.fm
 
 
 
Soleil Marie Benoit
14 June 2011 @ 01:18 pm
[under her truck, changing the oil] [#]
 
 
Current Mood: dirtydirty
 
 
 
Soleil Marie Benoit
31 October 2010 @ 10:46 pm
10/30/10: Arrival
 
 
Soleil Marie Benoit
30 October 2010 @ 03:42 pm
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Soleil Marie Benoit

Aliases: none

Chosen Play By: Gretchen Wilson (country music singer)

Fandom: Supernatural: http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/

Canon Break: No real canon break since she doesn't know Sam & Dean. Soleil is an original character/independent hunter from the series.

Age: 34

Description: Hunters in the Supernatural fandom are just that, hunters. They hunt down the various spooks, specters and creeptastic things like zombies, ghosts and demons.

Personality: I've based a lot of her personality on Gretchen Wilson & her song 'Redneck Woman'. Soleil's a 4-wheel-riding, pickup-truck-driving, hard-working, hard-playing 100% Tough Chick. She isn't college educated by any means. She's more 'life/street smart' than 'book smart'. Most of the time, she goes from one random town to another mostly finding work as a bartender or waitress. She's heard about the supposed 'safe zone' over the years and has slowly been working her way towards it.

Retcons: In America? Check. Over 18? Check. Human PB? Check.

Equipment: Crossbow, bolts/arrows/ammo, Bowie knife, handgun, bullets, lighter

Sample:
Soleil was running low on supplies and her truck had been running on fumes for at least the past week. She'd come across a couple 'good ole boys' who'd set themselves up a still about a month ago. Moonshine really wasn't her drink of choice, but she'd done a few modifications to the truck over the years that it could pretty much run on pure ethanol. That and the stuff came in handy when she needed to roast a few zombies.

She'd been in BFE Idaho when the outbreak hit. At first, Soleil thought it was a freak thing, but when everyone and their dead grandma started popping up like daisies, she realized different. And the sonsabitches were a pain in her ass. Well, everyone's ass really. Soleil learned quick that, though aiming for the head did the trick, shotgun blasts also attracted the damn things.

Staying put hadn't really been her thing, either. Her grandmother and mother had both been Hunters back in the day, and Soleil had inherited a bit of a gift of getting to wherever she needed to be. She'd roll into some random town, make herself at home in their dinkus magee little motel, find herself a job at the nearest diner or bar, and the next thing she knew all kinds of shit would hit the fan. Someone would mention something about a ghost haunting somebody's house or people turning up dead in weird ways, and she'd get the impulse to go looking into it. She'd come across witches (and not the wiccan kind, either), ghosts, and even a couple of demons.

But all that changed once the zombies started turning up. Before the Net went down for good, she'd read some of the other Hunters' posts and blogs about there being a safe zone someplace back East. Slowly, over the years, Soleil had worked her way across the country. Sometimes, she'd meet up with other Hunters and they'd trade tactics and techniques on how to kill as many zombies as possible. One guy even showed her how to turn her shotgun into a crossbow. Firing bolts instead of shells took some getting used to, but she managed. She'd had to learn quick or die trying.

So, there she was, driving through the countryside, hoping to find that safe zone before her truck ran out of fuel or she ran into another band of zombies.
 
 
Soleil Marie Benoit
13 October 2010 @ 11:45 pm
Aiiight, chickypoo. Yeah, I know ya ain' that happy with me. Thought maybe ya'd change my face over to Amy Lee. Even been workin' on a header'n layout'n junk most of the night. But, uh, she ain' me, darlin'. Ain' sayin' I don' like goth stuff. I jes don' think that's me. Yeah, yeah. So, ya've had 'Call Me When You're Sober' goin' through yer head all night. Don' lookit me. Ya know damn well I'd rather listen to Bocephus anytime.

Now, about that community yer were thinkin' of throwin' me inta. Ain' ya learned yet? Anytime ya app one uh us anywhere, we go quiet. Happened tha last time ya got me inta a game. Hell, woman, it ain' even open yet. How're ya supposed ta know it's any good? Yeah, yeah. I know ya've been gripin' an' all about tryin' ta get people interested in me an' my headmates. If it happens, it happens. If it don', it don'. An' stayin' up until o'dark thirty ain' doin' anyone a bit'a good. So, go getcha some shut eye an' we'll talk more in tha mornin', kay?

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