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more random dialogue prompts || @codedeargent || accepting
“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”
"that would be a very bad deal," elijah stated as he looked down at the book in his hands. he usually isn't fond of flea markets. they are usually unorganized, smelly, and full of stuff no one really needs. this time, however, he was interested because he managed to track down a special book.
"besides, i'm neither the seller nor interested in giving this book up."
“ something wrong? ”
HER VOICE BEHIND HIM STARTLES STEVE. he'd been stretching down from the bed, reaching for his crumpled-up shirt where it lays on the floor; attempting to be quiet and not move around too much. it's still the small hours of the morning, almost 4am to be specific, and he'd woken up after thinking he could hear something.
sleep sometimes doesn't come easy to him, and it's even more elusive if he wakes up to suspicious sounds that make him picture all manner of nightmarish creatures he has come face-to-face with before. he grabs the shirt and turns to face her, trying to put on a more CASUAL expression in the low light.
"…it's, uh— nothing. i was just gonna get some water."
he pulls his shirt on over his head, intending to not only get water, but also check every corner of the house from top to bottom, then watch some tv or something until DROWSINESS kicks in again, allowing him to go back to sleep.
"you want anything...?"
ミ🎔 ・。. morning after starters : @codedeargent.
SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS / SEASONS 4 - 5 || @codedeargent || no longer accepting
❛ Who do I have to kill to get some French fries around here? ❜
"do i look like the general information office?" some tourists really had questionable approaches of getting to information. or what it an attempt of starting an interaction? if that's the case, then it won't be crowned with success.
@codedeargent "combat"
Derek circled around her, trying his best to predict where her hands and feet might land. It took them a long time to get to the point that they could train together and even then it didn't really feel like they were equal, a need lingered under his skin to prove she was just like her aunt. "Are you going to keep staring at me or will you eventually make a move?" His patience was thin, his muscles tense and anticipating what blow she might give him. "Werewolves don't really wait for hunters to pounce."
@codedeargent liked for a starter.
It wasn’t every day that new people came to Mystic Falls. So when a girl her age appeared out of the blue, Elena couldn’t help but feel curious. After keeping an eye on her a little whenever she was around, Elena eventually approached her with a smile on her lips and an outstretched hand. “Hi, I’ve noticed you’re new here and figured I might as well introduce myself. I’m Elena Gilbert.”
@codedeargent liked for a starter.
“Fiiine, I’ll admit it, ... yes, I know what the animal attacks are, and yes it’s discussed on the town’s council and no I am not getting you a spot on there or sharing the big bad secret with a stranger~” Damon mused, a grin on his lips as he watched the stranger. He had no idea who the girl was, but she’d been asking questions and he really didn’t need strangers asking questions. “All you need to know, little girl, is that we’re dealing with it and in fact, it is all going to be resolved very soon~”
If everything went as planned, he would have a vampire around soon enough to arrest and to divert all suspicions from himself and his brother. Okay, sure, his do-good brother wasn’t actually feeding of humans but hey, he was still family even if he tried to pretend he was a perfectly normal human.
CLOSED STARTER — @codedeargent
searching through every nook and cranny was more time consuming than he would really like it to be, but when you forget where you put shit, it was kind of your own fault to begin with. ❝ dammit, where in the shit is it?! ❞
❝ we’re the best team around. like shrek and donkey, or… two of the five spice girls. ❞
Faith’s crouched at the edge of a rooftop, trying her hardest to get her Batman on and read lips in an animated argument going on in a window across the street --- second floor Metropolis police station. Probably be easier if she could actually, you know...read lips.
She sighs at the chatter behind her, shoots Argent an exhausted look over her shoulder, “Dude, we are not hittin’ the 7-11 before a stakeout next time. Mt, Dew is clearly not your friend.”
accepting ;; @codedeargent
