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f i g h t e r ;
Deanne Winchester ;
h u n t e r ; h u n t e d.
❝ Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole. ❞
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A scoff.
❝Try again. M'not gonna budge without some convincin'.❞
A flicker of wry humor; a single dark brow arched.
❝ Not even for a pretty face? ❞
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"How are your grades?"
"What are you majoring in?"
"Have you got a girlfriend?"
"What do you want to do when you graduate?"
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❝I do, actually.❞ A pause, followed by a sly smirk,
❝But I ain't one for sharin'.❞
❝ That depends; got any spare bourbon on you? ❞
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bitchingxsam said: no.
bite me biatch
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Deanne sure as hell was shocked to see him around. Actually, she pretty damn shocked he was still alive after being put into the pit. ❝How'd ya' do it?❞ Was all that she could manage to ask.
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[ the blonde gave a nod in response, her tongue grazed over her dry lips. things just haven't been the same ever since sam came back. actually --- it's he who hasn't been the same. ]
❝M'just checkin' up on ya'.❞ She admitted, fidgeting with her fingers.
[ she just wasn't ready to confront him about it. about his behavior and all. she knew he needed some rest. some time alone too. but curiosity sometimes got the best of her. ]
❝Ya' feelin' alright?❞
[ his first thought was to ignore her ; maybe even fake some snores —- but that would only last for so long. which is exactly why he threw in the towel by lifting his head, allowing hazel hues to meet hers. ]
❝Haven’t fell asleep yet. What’s up?❞
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{ so uh, anyone wanna starter? }
#[ ; out of lives ]#[convinces u with deano xo]#[& if u want anythin specific or smth or wanna plot hit my askbox u feel]
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Deanne cleared her throat, going along with whatever it is Sammy was talking about,❝I, uh -- nah. I ain't heard nothin' 'bout the thing.❞ She mimicked Sammy's emphasis, ❝What was the thing again?❞
❝It was nothin’ Dee, I said nothin’. — Did you, uh, hear about the thing?❞
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❝That sure as hell didn't sound like nothin'.❞
Sam’s eyes went wide, and she began to shake her head. ❝Nothin.❞
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[ tumblr. get yo' shit togETHER BEFORE I CUT A BITCH! ]
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❝Psst. Sam.❞ The huntress peaked her head through the door, ❝Y'awake?❞
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❝--- 'scuse me?❞Deanne quirked a brow, offence evident in her eyes.
❝I can tell, the look on your face that says ‘Uhh, I’m dumb.’ is truly evident.❞ She retorted back with sarcasm
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[ mornin' to u all. i'm alive. if anyone would like a starter just like this post. or if u wanted to plot something specific hit my askbox. just love me basically ]
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After a long trip to Mystic Falls, the huntress' stomach finally indicated that it was time for another lunch break. A grin etched upon her lips as she exited baby, her beautiful Impala, and began to walk around town, in hopes of figuring out where to stop and grab a bite.
Eventually giving up, she caught sight of a girl, and immediately sauntered over to her, a smile formed on her, ❝You don't happen to know a good place for some grub do ya'?❞ She quirked a brow curiously.
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