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"Enough."
Tyler growled, breaking their squabble.
He wasn't sure how to react to them..fighting over him.
It felt weird, and strangely wrong.
"Let's drop this conversation." he suggested, frowning.
But, he couldn't help but glare at Anna while brushing his lips across the side of Kaylee's face.
Here's my choice. You better suck it up right now.
If only Tyler could really say that.
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Tyler tightened his jaw.
She never gave up.
He was done fighting.
Tyler pulled Kaylee to him.
"Don't listen to her. Your stronger."
He kissed her head once and then coiled away from her.
"Anna, can I see you in the hallway?"
[-light bulb!-Okay, I have a dramatic plot again....!^^]
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(-snort-Yeah, it does. Lol. Been here done that.
Okay. So what if Tyler feels devious and a little risky?
How about he starts dating Anna at the same time...just to break her heart. Hurt her like she hurt Kaylee.
He doesn't tell Kaylee, not sure why just cause he 's a stupid boy, so he is secretly dating two girls?
Then what if Anna offers something to Tyler (And maybe he knows her a little better -Anna) to break up with Kaylee? Like maybe enough money to pay for his sister 's bill or something. So that Tyler is torn?)
Tyler closed the door behind him.
He rested his side on the wall.
He dropped his voice, so Kaylee wouldn't hear him.
"Anna."
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(Only of course! I just wanted something that would last a while.)
Tyler took a step towards Anna,his face inches from her 's.
"Your right." He said, his voice smooth.
He cradled her face in his hand and kissed her. Hard.
"Kaylee is a freak."
(I feel the urge to have another character too...can I be one of the kids in the room? Maybe a friend for Kaylee beside Tyler?)
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Tyler's smile was lopsided.
The kiss was nothing compared to what Kaylee offered.
He hoped what he was doing was smart.
"I knew you were smart." Tyler chided.
His hand dropped back to his side.
"I'm not surprised she isn't."
Tyler put his finger to his lips as he opened the door.
Alejandra didn't agree with cutting yourself.
She found it extremely wrong.
Bit she admired Kaylee 's courage and strength.
She had only laughed and pointed because everyone else did.
"I'm sorry." She muttered, stepping out of the crowd and to the foot of the bed.
Alejandra found it hard to meet Kaylee 's eyes, but feebly managed to.
She wanted the poor girl to know she was really sorry.
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Finn didn't do much after his big stunt.
Learner how to find shelter, and especially to stay away from the bigger opponents.
Most of the tributes had much more to offer than his knot tying skills.
Several shot arrows, threw daggers or showed off their impressive strength or agility.
Finn couldn't help but notice all of this and more.
He knew it was going to be hard to protect Ivy until the end.
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(By the way-LOVE the name Vilder Hunt. ^^)
Finn moved through the obstacle course easily.
Muscles rippled as he weaved through the challenges thrown at him.
Finn felt pretty proud of himself and cocky before a club connected below his waistline.
Finn dropped from the beam, grimacing on pain and flushing deeply in embarrsment.
He scrambled to his feet, despite the pain and loud laughing from the other tributes and Gamemakers.
(Oh Finn. I'm sorry I had to do that. But you need a good whack there every once and a while. ;D)
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(Yah....but its not a party until someone gets hurt, right?! XD)
Finn rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Yeah. Thanks." He added, curiously searching Blaze 's face.
He wondered why he would be so nice.
Finn turned at Atala's voice, and cringed slightly.
He felt compelled to say "Yes, ma 'm " or something, but didn't just to be sure.
Finn scurried away, and then matched his stride with Blaze 's.
(Assuming they ran away from Atala together)
"Geez." He mused. "I wont be able to move in the arena."
His tone was teasing, but a hint of wistful and worry was hidden in his voice.
How could he protect Ivy if he kept getting hurt?!
Much less getting hurt in his boys?! Finn growled to himself mentally.
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Finn picked up on Blaze talking absently.
He followed his gaze to a girl flinging knives.
He smiled slightly. Her name was Rose.
Rose was as special to Blaze as much as Ivy was to Finn.
Finn sighed.
"They 're worth dying for."
Simple, and meaningful words.
Finn knew those worked best.
Finn tilted his head to look at Blaze.
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Finn nodded, subtle and brief.
"I know." His voice was barely a whisper.
He shrugged lightly, and felt a pain jolt through his chest.
Ivy and Rose couldn't both make it unless there was an exception to the rule.
Finn decided to push that thought away stubbornly.
Finn 's brow dipped over his concerned green eyes.
"Ya know...we could ensure their safety....and ours too." Finn told him.
He had started a rough plan for his future rebellion.
He would have to work on it, but it felt good to say it outloud.
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I nod, biting my lip.
I already know the answer.
I haven't had my girl thing yet.
I 'm never late.
My hand rests on my flat stomach.
"....what am I suppose to tell them though?" I whisper.
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I give a short nod on agreement.
"Alright." I lean up on my toes to kiss him.
Lingering, I pull away and slip out the door.
"That went well." I mumbled.
Embarrsment was still red on my face as I sat on the edge of the bed.
I looked up at Josh with a lopsided grin on my face.
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I feel a grateful smile on my face and tears burn my eyes.
"Yes." I answered simply, my chest swelling in pride.
I cradle my belly, either hand placed above and beneath my belly button.
"I cant believe it Josh." I mutter, my voice barely a whisper.
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I smile through happy tears.
"You 'll be a good Dad. We 'll be the best parents." I decide.
I press my lips to Josh 's, happiness bursting at my seams.
"Me too. I love you so much. And our son."
I draw back, frowning. I take his hand and put it on my belly.
"Okay Daddy, " I say softly, "You have to win for us."
For me. For our unborn child.
It felt good to say that.
Us.
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pigeon hole
(For you who don’t know, a pigeon hole-or whatever-is where you expect things to stay the same. Grass is green, sky is blue kind of thing.)
NOW MY pigeon hole has just now been newly made, scraped over and over again as my perspective about the supernatural changed. Actually, right now, my pigeon holes still smell of mental sawdust. So now I want to make everybody totally tear down their own pigeon holes, and rebuild them by hand. Then we can all start over clean, with no jammed thumbs or bent nails. Okay, so enough for my metaphoric speaking.
When the age was young and dwindling on their new life and how everything works. These humans found storytelling the greatest and most magical talent and entertainment yet. So, the stories of the creatures they shared their land with grew extremely outlandish and profound. Men, that on a full moon, grew a snout and fur and galloped across the lands as a wolf. Damned people who feasted on the blood of damsels and sank their teeth into the flesh of baby’s. Spirits who had unattended business, forever haunting a solitary household; moaning and groaning.
They found these stories strongly humorous and fun to tell around a campfire, holding their dearest close and shivering in the thrill of fright. But, the small handful of creatures that knew these stories were strongly false lurked in the shadows, unsure if they should continue letting them grow out of hand or condemning them completely. A few tried to correct parts of the stories, at a local bar or chatting with oblivious friends. But in the end, the highest Council of the supernatural decided against ever telling their true stories. Let the foolish humans dabble in the art of story-telling and make believe. We’ll rule in the shadows.
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(I recommend choosing one species first. On some there is a lot to read.)
Vampires
Werewolves
Witches/Warlocks
Hell Harbingers
Spirits
Alright, so, as soon as I have enough people or whenever I decide to start the roleplay, I’ll give you my plot for the roleplay. And if you are interested in one of the supernatural creatures, but I didn’t describe enough, just shoot me a PM!
My forms
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I smile softly.
"Of course."
I laugh in excitment.
"Yes! A billion times yes!" I cry.
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Finn bit his lip.
"I feel like I can trust you."
Translation: I think we could be friends but we have to kill each other.
"I don't have it all figured out yet." Finn admitted sheepishly.
Finn explained about how they could find the end of the arena.
Like Haymitch Albernathy in the 50th Hunger Games.
Try to escape. Or rebel -kill themselves.
"Or something like that." Finn added quickly.
He didn't want Blaze to laugh in his face.
Finn bated rejection or being made fun of.
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I laugh and allow him to slip the ring on my finger.
"Ohmygawd. I love you so much!" I say, kissing him full on the mouth.
I couldn't feel any happier than I was now.
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Finn nodded, hope rising in his chest.
He dropped his voice, and started fiddling with the skating equipment.
"I'm screwed already. Might as well try and make things right." Finn said flatly.
He looked at Blaze, lips pressed into a colorless line.
"We 'd have to travel in packs. Like we made alliances." He said slowly.
"And occasionally fight and injury each other just to keep them happy." He added softly.
Finn kept thinking of ideas as his fingers flew,making a neat looking snare.
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I kiss him more passionately.
Rising my chin up, I exposed my neck and collarbone.
