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Knock Knock { You choose tho I love the way Cecily hates Daniel for some strange reason }

8. My character walking in on yours in a revealing costume.

For some odd reason, Daniel had agreed to come to this stupid party. His sister had wanted to go, and he hadn’t wanted her to go alone, nor did he want her going with some random guy, so this was the compromise. He’d dressed in his usual t-shirt, leather jacket, and skinny jeans ensemble, and no one had dared to say anything about it. Everyone else was dressed up in some ridiculous costume - he’d seen about half a dozen witches, ten or more fairies, one mermaid, two Roman soldiers, and about four Elsa’s. Anne had dressed up as, well… herself, really, but no one else here would know that. She’d put on her black and gold angel-leather, sheathed a few daggers and guns into her belt, and went off to the party like that wasn’t a completely weird thing to do. Daniel had just shrugged it off. At least if a demon attacked, she’d be prepared. 

He’d been walking along the inside of the house, trying to find somewhere to get a drink, when he stumbled upon the girl. "It would be quite logical, one would think, to not stand in the middle of a hallway where people are constantly walking." 

((Because she’s secretly attracted to him))

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♥ { since I have one with Carla, Imma choose Daniel this time }

22. Our muses are stuck in a haunted hotel

Daniel sat up in his bed, frowning into the endless darkness of his room. Something was… off. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he could feel it deep in his bones that there was something wrong. Slowly, he slid out of bed, put on his jeans and boots,  and walked over to the door of his hotel room. He opened it slowly, peaking out into the dimly lit hall, and frowned deeper. There was definitely something off. Grabbing one of his daggers from his nightstand, he sheathed it in one of his boots, and walked out into the hall.

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Victorian Tales || Carla & Cecily

It was her own fault, really. She shouldn't have said what she had; shouldn't have doubted his powers. Of course, they'd only been joking around, but still; it was Ace, and she should have known better. He was the type who liked to show off, and show off he had. As Carla walked through the dark streets of old time London, she wondered how exactly she could get revenge on him for this. He had sent her back in time! In Marc Jacob jeans! How rude. How utterly rude of him. She was going to get him back for this. Trying her best to keep to the shadows until she could found something more suitable to walk around old London in, Carla muttered a string of curses to herself. She'd never been to London before, but she'd seen plenty of pictures; and this was nothing like anything she'd ever seen. The cobblestone streets were lined with horses pulling carriages, people walked in dresses that looked as if they were trying to hide inside a tent, and the majority of the men she had walked past were wearing top hats. Top hats.

She'd been walking for what felt like two hours when she turned down the alleyway. Stopping in her tracks, Carla took in the sight before her and cocked an eyebrow. "Are you going to kill it, or just stand there and yell at it?" she asked the figure standing over the demon.