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[snowxmarymargaretxwhite-arc-blog]

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Snow had been hiding out all day, as her new life required.  It was torture, knowing that she could no longer do the things she wanted to do, like teach... though that might be a good thing, considering all the necks she would have been near.  And she couldn’t go home... the very idea of putting her family in harm’s way terrified her to no end.  She’d probably drive a stake through her own heart if she did hurt her family, and that thought itself also terrified her.

She peaked out of the window once she started noticing the windows of the shop down below becoming brighter and brighter, and she checked the sky.  It was dark... well, dark enough.  She had tested how dark it needed to be before she could go out prior to today.  She could go out now.

So she sped through her place in the library clock tower and headed outside, making sure she wasn’t noticed.  Nice little work of using her vampire speed made that easy.  And she made her way to the hospital.  Blood, she needed blood.  It had been almost two days since she had anything, and she felt as if she would fall apart if she didn’t get some soon.

She was quick about it, rushing into the blood supply, stealing a good stash and stuffing it into a bag, and running back to her hideout before anyone could see her.  She put the blood into the cooler she had in there and opened one up, drinking it slowly.  The plus side in all this was that she hadn’t attacked anyone since she transitioned... yet.

[meg-the-sassy-disney-girl]

@feral-daryl-dixon

“Who...Who’s there?”

[bethismsa]

Application for For Troubled Teens

mun name & age: Beck, 26

muse full name: Daryl Daniel Dixon muse age: 16

faceclaim: Norman Reedus

staff or student: Student classes taken: woodworking and photography sports played (if student): None reason for being sent to the school (students): Due to his defensiveness and aggression he’s prone to getting in fights. Addictive tendencies with both alcohol and smoking; he also has ongoing issues with depression, self harm, and has made suicide attempts in the past.

[bossofthethirdstreetsaints]

Being who you are is one thing, being what you are because of some fluke accident is an entirely different thing. Few things could be used to describe the man that was currently walking down the street.  In most peoples eyes none of them good.  Criminal, murderer, psychopath, That’s just a few choice ones, but there’s one that really stands out, and for good reason. Monster. Though most would call him a monster for the other names.  But he’s also a real monster, thanks to actions brought on by himself.

Leave it to him to take on another gang lord and end up being cursed. Not that he cares either way. its just been something hard for him to over come and get use to. Only people in his inner circle knew Boss’ condition. He kept it hidden pretty well. But having heightened senses right now proved useful in more things than one. Currently he knew someone was following him. Could smell them. he decided to have a bit of fun with whoever it was. Turning the corner quickly, lead them on a merry chase before he backtracked behind them. A growl  then to let them know they’d fucked up as he stood there. “Oi, who the bloody ‘ell are you and why the fock are you following me?” He stood there, hulking massive frame at 6′2, gun in hand, and glaring at the person.

[chaosclimber]

“...You are certain you want employment from me?” 

The question was low, and he was considering his options. He could always use another sell-sword in his employ--but he didn’t want to risk attracting attention for that very fact.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@feral-daryl-dixon

I AM DYING!!!

[txlepathetic-blog]

feral-daryl-dixon found the p r o f e s s o r

“It’s been a long time, Mister Dixon.”

[thesinful-lot]

Bound To Be

feral-daryl-dixon Daryl jerked awake, taking a moment to take in his surroundings before glancing at the stranger next to him. Blue eyes fell to the chain between them, keeping their wrists connected with a only a few inches between. He gave the chain a hard yank in his panic, pulling at the cuff with his free hand, not seeming to take to mind whether or not he was hurting the person. “What the fuck! How the- Who the fuck ‘r you!?” The archer snarled.

Callie woke with pain in her wrist and she cried out to show it.        “What the fuck man!?” She spat as she saw a man yanking on her arm... or his arm... which was ...attached...to hers?       “What the hell is this? Who the hell are you?” The teen asked as blonde hair fell around her dirty face and blue eyes stared at him wildly. She was on the attack and wanted to rip his arm off to get free. But he seemed as confused as her so... maybe she could think it through.       “I’m Callie... who are you?” She said deciding she would give info to get it.