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TARGET : VALENTINE , FRANCIS. LOCATION : @unvamped ASSIGNMENT : PLAYLIST STARTER CALL. ENCRYPTED : WRECKING BALL --- MOTHER MOTHER.

❝ you have to see the artistry in tearing the place apart with me. ❞

#closed.#unvamped #oh boy

jacob was enjoying the many interesting things that came with being in this new world. he even enjoyed these strange new clothes. when he was people watching he saw a guy that walked by && he smiled. ❛ i L O V E your–– jacket ?? ❜ he said, complimenting the other’s attire. ––––– ✨ ⦗ @unvamped ⦘

#unvamped #✧ ′ i don't know where to begin ⦗ verse tbd ⦘

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Same old shit, a different day. A repetitive cycle of bullshit. Combat boots lead the way through the small crow that had accumulated in the little shithole bar she had managed to find. Same old crowd she’d find at any other bar. Drunk bikers in the corner, watching their old ladies attempting to play pool, a couple small groups of young couples trying to be adventurous in their mundane dating life, sketchy dudes scoping out naïve females looking for drugs ‘fun’. “Double shot of Jameson.” the witch takes her place at the bar, blacked painted nails clicking atop the sticky fake wood of the counter. She keeps her eyes low, not wanting to bring attention to herself for the time being. She was still Sober. “Thanks.” she offers a forced smile to the bartender as she accepts her drink, not wasting anytime before she throws it back with a low hiss, enjoying the pleasurable burn of tonight’s first taste of alcohol.

“Gimme another.” another forced smile. This time around, the bartender takes his time, serving others that have made their way to the counter. to kill time, she pulls out her pack of cigarettes, placing one between her lips before lighting it. She’s almost lost in thought, staring off when suddenly there’s a shift in the air around her. A sense of an eerie chill, enough to cause the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. It’s a familiar feeling, something that she has come in contact before. Excitement. Ice blue orbs raise from the counter and to her surroundings, casually scanning the space in an attempt to find who was causing such a shift in energy. “Your Jameson.” attention is returned to the bartender, another forced smile as a thank you as inked digits reach for her drink. A simple sip is taken from her glass, waiting...wondering if the other can sense her as well. She plays it cool, casual as another takes a seat beside her, “Evening.” she greets simply.

#unvamped #hope this is ok

Lithe form leaned against the door frame as Lulu eyed the vampyr. Clad in an over-sized Cramps T-shirt with holes in it. “Just got home from my shift.” She brought the freshly lit spliff to her lips and inhaled. As the smoke settled in her lungs, she sat down on the couch next to him. Smoke filtered out of her plump lips. Now that she was closer; the blossoming black eye became evident. “Guy was getting whilely, had to put him down. I’m fine, seriously. He so like totally had the worst night. Want some?” She offered him the joint with a bright smile.