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Thomas sat across from Dany. They had been there for hours, just waiting for their plane to be called. He looked up from his phone and over to Dany. He slowly brought his arm up and rubbed the back of his neck. A small smile appeared on his face while his cheeks were tinted pink. He hadn't told her, but he really liked her. He wanted to make something of these feelings, but he couldn't because she hated him. At least, that's what he thought.

Dany looked up from her comic, to see that doofus smiling, “I never knew you were part tomato, too.” 

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Three's A Crowd

Renee, like usual, had stuck back at the motel to gather information. Researching away, gathering as much info as she could possibly handle, she waited for Dean to get back. She sighed through her nose, nibbling on her lip as she read the news article over again. This case was strange, even for a hunter. She knew it wasn't a 'Yaga, nor a Dragon, or a flippin' Windago. 

She let out an irritated noise, throwing her notebook across the room. She slouched back into the chair, her mother's voice (which had been layered in a thick Minnesotan accent) had gone through the back of her mind, saying: 'Slouching insn't lady like!'

"Screw being lady like," she mumbled, soon burping after, "I can slouch and be a lady still..." 

All Renee wanted to do was to get some pie...Or cry. In that order. 

She leaned further back in the chair she was in, having it balance on the back legs. She whistled and then lost her balance, falling right on her ass. 

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Okay I made my last muse.  This is final.  She's Bonnie's fraternal twin.  Please check out Anne! :)

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hell-on-legs || Michael and Claire

Claire was sitting in her little home out in the wilderness and she pet her cat Grace.  She lived alone and hummed as she read the paper, surprised that she was one of the only people left who read the actual physical paper and not digital.  Her cat hissed at the door and Claire muttered, "Oh Grace you little stinker."  The sorceress got up and went to the door seeing, no one.  She grabbed her sunglasses so the light wouldn't hurt her eyes and she walked out into the woods that engulfed her house.

Upon looking for quiet awhile she found someone and smiled, "Hello."  Her voice was soft and smooth as not to scare off the person she found.  Claire looked at the boy and he seemed young.  Hopefully he was not out in the woods alone.  That could be dangerous for such a young boy.

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Carson & Gen // Starter // hell-on-legs

Gen bit her lip nervously as she hid behind a bolder. The waves crashed against her back. She looked out again, seeing a blond haired man, that looked almost familiar. She took in a shaky breath as the memories came back to her. 

After all those centuries the details seemed fuzzy, but the man looked just like the boy she saved when she was just a young mermaid herself. She remembered him sink to the sandy bottom and that she tried so hard to get him, but she had to fight a current. She remembered getting him out of the water and up onto a bank, however she couldn't stay long. She wasn't allowed to leave the surface yet, she was too young. So she left him there, hoping that he'd be safe. She remembered ducking down again, hiding behind a bolder, very much like the one she was hiding behind now, as she watched a man who looked like the boy's father grab him. 

And there she was again, watching the very same boy. Her heart pounded a little when her eyes darted back to him. She wondered out a little to far, he would be able to see her. Thankfully, though, he wouldn't be able to see her orange fishtail. 

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I'm going to be lame and go to bed early tonight, night guys.

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The Hypochondriac Medium and the Werewolf

The possibly ADHD girl moved her leg up and down repeatedly at a quick pace. She had on grey sweats that were slightly ripped at the hem and an old t-shirt on with charcoal and paint stains on it. She tried to focus of the Chemistry equations in front of her, but a client of hers wouldn't leave her be. This 'client' was one of many other ghosts in line to pass on. But this one just wouldn't leave. It was hard for her to focus.

Her Chem. Teacher turned around from the board with a sheet of paper, "Class, for this spring break you will be working on a partner project out side of class."

Fan-freaking-tastic, she thought sarcastically. She planned this week to,well, procrastinate. Her teacher read off the list. This always made her nervous, because she was the only sophomore in a senior class and no one ever wanted to work with her because they thought she was weird.

"Elizabeth, you will be with Jace."

She looked at the brown haired boy. She heard rumors that he choked a kid at his old school, Hey look at that at least I got stuck with the other crazy one.

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Greetings from Hell

Tara cloaked herself in the shadows, her blood red eyes glinted. She watched Kiya, a very old werewolf. A pack leader. Tara had been ordered, by old Lucy himself to kill her. She had killed many of the Devil’s companions in battle, so long ago, and he had finally had revenge. Tara wasn’t nervous, she had hunted many monsters before, but on her own. She hated working for the Devil, but she was bound to him through a deal she was forced to make so many years ago.

She saw Kaya walk out of the bar, Tara gripped on her katana. Her super-speed got her behind Kiya. Tara remained quiet. She grabbed Kiya’s jacket and held the silver blade to the pack leader’s throat.

“Greetings from hell,” Tara hissed as she was about to slit the werewolf’s throat.