∂αиgєяσυѕ fσєѕ { Love Is Our Weapon<3 αи∂ ѕтαяѕнιρѕ ❤ }

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{{ Mmkay. I probably won't post until later tonight. That's when I get the most muse. XD I hope everything goes well for you tomorrow! :DDDDDDD }}

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{ It won't and I know it. Gonna fail a quizz, gonna do horrible at my presentation. My presentation HAD to be about STD's. >.> }

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{{ Aw.. Don't put yourself down like that. I had to do a presentation on child hunger once. I thought that I'd do terrible, but I actually did pretty good. I got an A+. XD }}

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{ Dude. STD's? Sexual Transitive Diseases? Gonna flunk it. I don't feel like studying. At all. It's useless. And for the quiz, I don't even understand anything about it. =/ }

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{{ Well.. I got nothing. XD You're on your own, pal! XD }}

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Dillon

As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she grumbled. Her hair had somehow decided to form into a large bush on top of her head. She grabbed her detangling spray, leave in conditioner, and hair spray. About five minutes later, her hair was straight, sleek, and shiny. Smiling at herself, she then washed her face, then started doing her makeup. "Dillon! You're going to be late for school!", her mother yelled up the stairs, making Dillon groan again. Once she was done with her makeup, she got dressed, deciding on a pair of black skinny jeans and a white tank top. She stood in the middle of her room, going through a mental checklist in her head. Phone. Bag. Hair done. Makeup done. Bra. Panties. Socks. Shoes-, she stopped, realizing she didn't have her shoes on yet. Grumbling, she grabbed her black converses, slipping them on quickly. As stupid as it sounds, she needed to go over what clothes she had on. Or else she would go to school with something missing. She slipped her phone in her back pocket, grabbing her bag and running downstairs. "Bye, mom!", she called to her mother as she grabbed her keys, jogging outside and getting into her car. It wasn't anything fancy. It was an old Toyota Camry. But, it was her first car, and she loved it. The interior smelled like strawberries and vanilla, with cigarettes mixed in there. Must be from a few people she gave rides sometimes. After slipping the key in the ignition, she backed out of the driveway, slamming her foot on the gas pedal. Nothing mattered now, except for getting to school on time.

James

He stood after a few moments, quickly heading home. When he was thirsty, he needed to feed as soon as possible, or it wouldn't be pretty. Once he walked into his small apartment, he sat down on his couch, thinking. In order to feed without getting noticed, he would have to wait until dark. That's the way he always did it like that. When nightfall came, he would always go to the park. People who were lonely, had no life, or depressed usually went to the park at night. So, what better thing to do than end their misery? That at least made him feel a little better, but he still hated killing people. Animal blood tasted disgusting to him, and he refused to drink it. Human blood was so sweet and satisfying, if you caught the right one. Some human's blood was bad, some was good. It all depended on his instincts. He got changed into a vampire when he was 15, so he pretty much knew how things went.

{{ A little better, no? XD }}

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{ Sorry for such short post, like I said earlier, no muse. Dx }

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Emily plugged in the straightener. She tied up her hair in different sections, for it to be easier to straighten. She then stared at herself in the mirror as she waited for it to warm up. Ugly. Worthless. Mentally challenged. Useless. Stupid. Fat. The insults just kept taunting her and she gritted her teeth. She poked the straightener and nodded in approval. "It's ready!" She smiled softly and began straightening her hair one section at a time. Once finished, she turned off the straightener and took off the pony-tails, letting her hair feel free. She then ran downstairs and grabbed her purse. Emmie then opened the door and walked out. She slammed the door behind her and began running towards the school. It was close and she was already almost late.

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Anthony continued thinking. The forest? The victim's house? Out in public? The first sounded slightly more better. Plus, the other animals and insects would eat the victim's corpse until it was stinky and disgusting. He nodded in approval and walked over to the door. He put on his shoes and opened it. He then walked out and slammed the door behind him. Ant then looked around for a victim. He spotted a couple of humans; none of him which he was interested. He sneered and walked away from his house, still on the search. Ant wanted the perfect human to drink; he loved perfect blood.

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{{ Aw. It's okay.. :3 lol }}

Dillon

As she drove, her phone started ringing and buzzing in her pocket. She grumbled, trying to reach into her pocket to grab it. When she finally pulled it out, she noticed a car stopped in front of her at a stop sign. Before she could slam on brakes, she rammed right into it. A small scream escaped her lips as she felt the impact, quickly getting out. The woman who was driving the car in front of her got out as well, already fuming. "What the hell, girl?", the woman yelled at her, her mouth dropping open as she stared at the damage. Dillon immediately started apologizing, trying to explain what her situation was. But, that was impossible, because the lady had gone into a cussing fit, yelling at her and calling her a stupid teenager. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, ma'am. Let me just call my mother, please.", Dillon said to her, quickly dialing her mother's number. But, the woman just wouldn't shut up. She kept on yelling at her, practically in her face. Dillon backed away, moving away from the two cars and starting to pace on the sidewalk. As if fate was out to get her, her mother didn't answer. Being 17, she didn't know how to handle these situations. Great. She was probably already late for school, and she just got into a car accident. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Please, just give me a second.", Dillon said to the screaming lady, quickly opening her passenger door and opening the glovebox, searching for her insurance information. The woman was on the phone with the police, probably telling them Dillon crashed into her on purpose. Finally, she pulled out the papers, closing the glovebox and studying them. "The police are on their way. You're gonna be in a whole lot of trouble.", the lady said to her, getting into her car again, but leaving the door open. Dillon sighed, leaning against the trunk of her own car. Her mom was going to kill her, probably take her license away.

{{ When you have WB, cause car wreck! XDD }

James

James sighed as he stood, going outside yet again. He was starting to get too thirsty to handle, and he knew he wouldn't be able to wait until tonight. As he walked down the sidewalk, he glanced at everyone that passed. All of them weren't good, he could tell. He pressed his lips in a hard line, looking around. The only people out right now were mostly teenagers, and a few adults and elderly people. He couldn't kill an elderly person, it just wasn't right. He really hated killing in the first place, but that was how he had to live. If only he enjoyed animal blood, he would be just peachy.

{{ Ah. Short post for him. Whatever.. XD }}

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{ Good planning. xD && I'm really frustrated now. >.<; }

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Emily wished she had a car. Any kind, even if it was a piece of junk. It would be better than nothing. Emily hated walking with a passion; it was annoying. She always walked in a brisk pace. It was faster. She crossed the street. There wasn't any car nearby, anyways. Or atleast usually there were none. She then skipped to the building, which was her school, and leaned against the wall. She waited a couple of minutes for the bell to ring. She hummed, trying to keep her patience. Emmie was very bored.

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Anthony watched the cars pass by him on the road silently. He sneered and looked away. Then he heard screeching. Then you heard something like two cars colliding in each other. He turned his head towards the noise immediately and his eyes widened. "What the hell?" He mumbled under his breath as he watched the screaming lady and the other mortal. The furious lady looked delicious. Both did, actually. He licked his lips and approached the scene. "Are you two fine..?" He asked softly to the two mortals.

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{{ Aww.. Why, buddy? 3: }}

Dillon

Dillon flinched at the sudden sound of another voice, looking up at the boy. There was something not right about him, which made her back up against her car, even more than she already was. "We're fine. The cops are on the way. Thank you, though.", she said in reply to him, pushing herself up into a sitting position on the trunk of her car. The other lady was on her phone, smoking a cigarette. Dillon glanced at her, about to ask for one, before remembering that she quit a few months ago. Some kids at school got her hooked on the things, causing her to smoke them for about a year and a half. But, her mom found her secret stash, and forced her to stop or move out. Of course Dillon chose to quit, though she has been craving one lately. Sighing, she placed her hands on both sides of her legs, gripping the end of her car, which was probably not going to be hers any more.

James

As James wandered down the streets, he passed by a school. He couldn't help but stare at all of the humans that flooded in and out of it. They were all easy targets, yes. But most of them seemed like a waste of time. In order to get a closer look, he wandered onto the property, his head low. He tried to stay away from the others to not attract attention, but not too far away, so he could see them. Most of the ones he saw were prissy girls, which he hated. The others; jocks, a few nerds, and some outcasts. All of them, of course, didn't look like a very nice meal. As he was about to leave, he spotted a girl leaning against the wall. She was perfect, but too hard to get to. He either needed to make a scene, or wait until she was alone. He nodded to himself, exiting the property, but staying close enough so he could see.