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(Hmm...... I really wanna do stuff on my Parker blog but.... idk if anyone’s up for interacting with him tbh)

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The aroma of blood was strong in the air, and the aware hissed under her breath, partially at herself. Maybe just..examining the scene wouldn’t hurt. Maybe she could…help them..Just a look. She followed towards the smell, jumping slightly at the sight of the redhead. She froze in place as she stared on, not sure what action to take. “..Owen?”

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“Twee?”

Owen paused and stared at the other, watching her curiously. Oh... no. Something was definitely off about her. After taking a few steps toward her, he cursed beneath his breath. He raised his head, his eyes narrowed. He wanted to laugh it off, to pretend his newly found friend wasn’t an undead corpse like he was. But he couldn’t do that. “What happened?”

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Silent footsteps shuffled through an alleyway.the owner breathing in deep. Hungry. She was so hungry. Twee was losing herself. She clasped the sides of her head, trying to keep a steady mind, trying to think rationally. She could s m e l l  meat nearby, but she wouldn’t let herself kill someone. She couldn’t, it was wrong. The green haired aware whimpered in distress over her moral situation.

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On the other hand, Owen had been feasting. Gorging on someone’s intestines. The poor fella hadn’t known what hit him. The red haired aware continued eating, making sure he was pretty silent. He didn’t want to alert anyone to his presence, after all.

Licking the sticky substance from his fingers, he rose to his feet and began walking. Wait. Something was different, there was a new smell. ... another aware?

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reallifedavidtennant

Weak, he felt weak. Needed something to eat before he went nuts. He slowly moved out of the alleyway and made his way through the streets.

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          “Do you not realize how hypocritically deranged you are at this point?

Why do you even CARE what people say to someone like ME?

                                       You hate me, remember?! You hate EVERYONE.”

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(eyyy here’s my pj blog lol)

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(anyone know of good theme sites???)

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(was gonna make it be zombiebait be it was taken

maybe...

notsomedamsel???

or

twee’s suggestion which is prxncesspj)

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(need help thinking of a good url....)

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(tHE WINNER IS.... PJ)

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(Please check my poll out, I think I wanna make a PJ blog but I’m still not sure)

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(g od I know I have a lot of blogs but I’m seriously thinking about making a Lazaro or PJ blog....)

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“Aaaw, lil Owen cares about lil ol’ me. How sweet~!” She continued, putting one hand to her cheek and the other to her chest dramatically. “The world must be ending! O h what magic has fallen upon him??” She faked a faint, fanning herself.

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Owen gritted his teeth, “Ugh, I shouldn’t have even said anything.” God, if he could blush, his entire face would be red by now. “Stop, stopppp. C’mon, ya don’t have to say all that--”

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She stared at Owen for a moment, honestly a bit thrown off by the compliment. She didn’t really get those often, and really didn’t expect one from a guy like him. She smiled genuinely and nodded. “Thanks, Owen…You’re not goin soft on me now, are you?” Twee batted her eyes teasingly.

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“Me? Going soft? You’re c r a z y.” Owen rolled his eyes and snickered. He looked to Krissy, who was now curled onto his lap, then back at Twee. He frowned a little and shrugged his shoulders. “All I’m doing is stating the truth.”

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(There should be a Lazaro blog)

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“Temporarily.” She explained. “Until I get a job and apartment or whatever, not easy to get those though.” Twee fiddled with her hair, shrugging. “I guess?..Not really..Just people that make small talk with me. I don’t mind,though.”

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“Oh. Uh... you’re pretty nice.” Owen muttered. It wasn’t often he gave someone a compliment and actually meant it. He stopped petting the kitten for a second and raised an eyebrow. “You should have more friends.”

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(there’sanewowenrpblog)