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 Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 1:49 pm
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇ 
The sleep that Sam had gotten was little, she had tossed and turned in the chair all night. It wasn't that the chair was horribly uncomfortable (which it was) It was more the nightmares that she was having that kept her stirring in her sleep. She had only woken up a few times, although it wasn't till early morning that she had managed to fall into a solid sleep, though the nightmares still dominated her mind. They were more like replies of that night, that just kept playing over and over again, making her whimper in her sleep and jerk, tensing up as if she was getting hurt. Samantha was used to nightmares, but these ones were a mixture of what had happened in the past and what had just happened. It was honestly frightening. It was a little funny though, she was part vampire, one of the scariest night creatures and she was going to be scared of the dark for a long time and afraid to be on her own. Who would have guessed that they big bad vampire would need someone to hold her hand in the dark. She had no idea what she was going to do about sleeping, she was far to frightened to sleep in a dark room by herself, hell she was to afraid to sleep in a room with the lights on. But that would have to be a problem for later.
Sam had her arm resting on top of her knees, her wrist pointed up. The wound had closed but was scabbed over and had been too painful to set it any other way. It seemed to her that wounds she gave to herself from her own teeth whee worse then any other wounds from bites. Although that wound had been for a good cause, and although it would scar, it had been worth it. If it looked to bad she could just get a tattoo over it, although she didn't know if it wouldn't even be that bad. the small vampire girl shivered and turned slightly, looking like she was about to wake up, her eyes moving slightly behind her eyelids. She whimpered again, softly in hr sleep, her body tensing up, her fist clenching, making the scabbed over wound look more gruesome on her pale skin.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter:
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 2:09 pm
𝕯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝕹𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝕳𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 ❝ 𝕭leed 𝕴𝖙 𝕺ut ❞
☈ Yeah here we go for the hundredth time.
Hand grenade pins in every line.
☈ Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my ******** mind.
☈ Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
☈ String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
☈ Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares.  ________________________________________________________________ 𝕺ut 𝕺f 𝕮igarettes - . . . ▽ Once his eyes focused, he noticed that Samantha seemed to be having a nightmare. He frowned and gave a soft sigh. Honestly, he didn't blame her for the nightmares. Everything she must have seen last night. . . he still didn't know why she had run into the dorm like she had before those hunters bursted into the dorm, she had been covered in blood. He recalled. It had not been hers. Dominic actually didn't remember much from last night. He remembered fighting with Samantha about leaving him behind and then her helping him outside to the van. After that. . . nothing. How did she manage to get him here then? That was irrelevant right now, he know. "Samantha. . ." he called softly, his voice was low and shaky from not using it for a long time.
A scar on her wrist caught his attention. He frowned more, his expression looking more grim then before. She seemed like she was about to wake up very soon, so he may as well speed up the process. Besides, it made no sense for her to sleep when she was being plagued by nightmares. Why had she decided to stick around in his room? he wondered. He vaguely remembered the taste of blood and for a moment, wondered if she had given some to him. ▼ _______________________________________________________________ Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
With knives and pens we made our plight.
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best. . .
Turn out the light.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 2:23 pm
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇
Sam jerked as she heard her name being, called, her eyes flying open, and her body tensing as if prepared for a fight. She looked around, her heart pounding. Then she saw Dominic. "Your awake!" She exclaimed, almost getting up and hugging him, although realizing that he was still really hurt. Instead she moved and sat at the foot of the bed where the blood hadn't touched, her eyes showing her obvious relief. The girl had no idea why she had been so excited to see him. Maybe it was because she still felt so bad, or maybe it was because of other reasons that she didn't understand. "How are you feeling?" She asked. Her voice still a little hoarse from screaming. She crossed her legs, his shirt long enough to cover everything as she placed her arm wrist up in her lap, looking him over. Samantha felt a lot better in the morning despite how bad her sleep had been, she felt less tired, although she was still exhausted. It all made her feel a lot better knowing that Dominic was awake, and obviously his wounds where better.
Sam felt a little better knowing that she had helped the vampire man heal at least a little bit by giving him blood. As soon as she ate again she would give him more, but she wanted to at least wait to go out until she could change into more appropriate clothing, the too big shirt not going to be her best bet to where to get a little something inside of her. She looked down, a pang of sadness hit her heart. Sam still felt really bad about the whole situation and still blamed herself. At least she had been able to get him help.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter:
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 2:47 pm
𝕯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝕹𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝕳𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 ❝ 𝕭leed 𝕴𝖙 𝕺ut ❞
☈ Yeah here we go for the hundredth time.
Hand grenade pins in every line.
☈ Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my ******** mind.
☈ Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
☈ String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
☈ Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares. ________________________________________________________________ 𝕺ut 𝕺f 𝕮igarettes - . . . ▽ Dominic watched Samantha respond to her name being called. His ears and head rang as she exclaimed. She looked just about ready to jump out of her chair and hug him. It seemed that she though better of it as she sat at the foot of the bed, avoiding the areas stained with his blood. Not the kind of reaction he expected but at least it was a positive one. "Nice greeting." he commented calmly. "Better then last night, that's for sure." he replied. "But I still feel like s**t."
He watched her behind strands of golden hair, his eyes trailing over her slowly. Looking to make sure that she was alright other then the scar on her wrist which looked as though they were made by fangs. "How're you? You aren't wounded right?" It wasn't unlike him to be more worried about someone else rather then himself. His energy was slowly returning, he was able to use a few abilities again and his telepathy let him know what she was thinking. "Stop blaming yourself." he ordered emotionlessly. The way he looked at it, it was more or less his fault. He should have closed the door, he should have been more quieter about it. He should have never attended the school. Samantha's reaction was what most creatures gave. Hunters were hated people for a good reason. But it didn't matter now, he could never go back to his old life. That thought stirred something within him, hope maybe? He was glad that he didn't have to answer to anyone again but it wouldn't be long before they came after Samantha and Dominic. They would probably kill Sam quickly and painlessly but Dominic knew he wouldn't get that honor for his betrayal. With a sigh, he brushed the dismal thought away. Frankly, he didn't want to think about death yet with poison still coursing through his veins. ▼ _______________________________________________________________ Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
With knives and pens we made our plight.
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best. . .
Turn out the light.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:03 pm
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇
"Sorry." Samantha muttered, her cheeks turning red at the thought of how dumb she must have looked when she had greeted him. Oh well, what could she say she was just happy that he was at least a little better and now awake. She couldn't help it. "That's good. At least you are a little better." Without realizing it she had found an even closer friendship with Dominic now, at least a little closer. It seemed that what they had gone through had brought them together. "I'm alright . . ." At least she was on the outside, on the inside though she was absolutely frightened and scarred, but he didn't need to know that. "My knees were really messed up, but your friend healed them for me." She stretched her legs out slightly, smiling at how nicely her knees had been healed. She was the same way, more concerned about someone else rather then herself, this time though, she hadn't been hurt though, which was a good thing. Her fingers moved to run across the raised skin of the scab on her wrist, thinking about how odd it had been to feed Dominic that way, at least it had helped him.
"I can't help it." Sam said simply, raising her eyes to his. She blamed herself for everything, deep down she even blamed herself for her fathers death. Samantha had lost all the fear she had of Dominic. After all he wasn't a hunter anymore. The only thing she had to fear was the hunters coming after them. For now though she felt safe. "Apparently I shall be staying her for a while." Sam said softly, looking down at her wrist tracing over the bite marks. She didn't want to be a bother to him.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter:
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:41 pm
𝕯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝕹𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝕳𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 ❝ 𝕭leed 𝕴𝖙 𝕺ut ❞
☈ Yeah here we go for the hundredth time.
Hand grenade pins in every line.
☈ Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my ******** mind.
☈ Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
☈ String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
☈ Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares. ________________________________________________________________ 𝕺ut 𝕺f 𝕮igarettes - . . . ▽ Dominic gave a weak chuckle at her reddening face, "I'm just teasing." It wasn't hard to see that she was glad he was awake but he didn't exactly understand why. "Yeah." he agreed. They may have gotten closer, their friendship stronger due to the recent events but he still couldn't afford to get too close to anyone. He frowned slightly at her answer but nodded slightly. He knew that she was frightened, that wouldn't just go away over night. There were things that she had seen that he really wished that she hadn't. And he knew about her father's death now, she had all the reason to hate vampire hunters. "Kenneth." he muttered with a sigh. Where was that old man anyway?
He returned his attention to her as she ran her fingers across the scar on her wrist. "You fed me didn't you." It didn't sound like a question, more like a statement. It had to have been her by the look of the wound on her wrist. Two round and deep looking fang marks. Dominic managed to meet her gaze, his lips set in a line, his jaw tense. "It wasn't your fault." he insisted. And it wasn't, her father's death wasn't her fault and Dominic being wounded wasn't either. He would somehow find a way to maker her understand that. Dominic nodded slowly as she said that she would be staying. "I would have told you that if I hadn't been knocked out. Like I was really going to let you go after what happened." he muttered. She may not want to bother him but he didn't consider her a bother.
Tensing, his hearing focused at the sound of the front door opening and closing downstairs. He heard footsteps as they moved through the house and walked up the stairs. Before long, a single knock came to his door before Kenneth entered even if no one told him to enter. He held a large bag, full of Samantha's clothing. "I managed to dispose of the bodies and the weapons. The dorm kind of smells so I cracked a window, it should be gone by tonight but I would advise you both to stay away from the school for a bit." he said, his voice calm and collected. He walked towards the bed and held the bag out towards Samantha. "I'm sure I got some of everything for you."
Handing the bag towards her, he focused on Dominic now. Standing beside him, he slowly unwrapped the shoulder wound. Dominic winced slightly but kept still. Kenneth sighed softly, "You're lucky it didn't break bone." he muttered. "It still looks pretty bad. These wounds will be healing slowly." Dominic sighed in reply. He shut his eyes as Kenneth removed the bandages around his shoulder. The tattoos he had there became visible. Kenneth left the room, walking towards the bathroom to fetch fresh bandages. ▼ _______________________________________________________________ Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
With knives and pens we made our plight.
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best. . .
Turn out the light.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 3:25 pm
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇
Samantha smiled, finally getting a name for the helpful man. "Kenneth. I like him, he was very kind to me." She glanced up at Dominic, before looking back down, playing with her toes. The girl felt weird inside, like something was stabbing her in the stomach. It was a normal feeling for the vampire though, her stomach was where she kept all her stress and anxiety. After there was a big issue or something she tended to keep the stress down in her tummy. When she was little she used to get stomach aches all the time and she never was actually sick. It wasn't till she was 6 that her father discovered what was wrong and helped her out. He tended to let her tell him what was going on and when she was done speaking, her tummy ache would be all gone and she felt much better. He wasn't around anymore. Talking didn't help anymore.Samantha knew that Dominic and her weren't ever going to be close, they couldn't. Not by her choice but by his. She could accept that sense she wasn't one to really get close to someone, she did though hope that they could still be cuddle buddies and still mess around like they had. It was obvious they had a great connection and she didn't want what she had done to mess up their friendship.
The half vampire looked up at his statement and nodded, stopping her fingers from moving over the scab. "You weren't going to be okay if I didn't." She said lightly, unsure if he would be mad at her or pleased. She couldn't really tell with him. Either way it had worked . . . Or at least she thought it had worked, maybe it didn't really do much. In the end though he was still fed and if he needed more he could always have some. Sam looked away at the set of his eyes, seeming almost to shrink under his gaze. "I'll still blame myself." It was true, him insisting on it wasn't going to make her stop blaming herself anytime soon. Maybe that was why her stomach hurt so much to. "Oh. Beautiful home by the way. I hope you don't mind that I borrowed a shirt. Kenneth said he would bring me back my clothes when he left the dorm." She looked at the shirt then back up at Dominic. At least if she was going to stay she could probably busy herself with looking around, or something. Sam couldn't stay in Dominic's room all day bothering him, she was going to have to figure something out.
Samantha tensed up as she heard the door open, nearly jumping out of her skin, before the scent of Kenneth hit her nose. The girl relaxed slightly, although not all the way, it seemed having her more alert and focused made her a little more nervous around everyone but Dominic. She smiled as Kenneth knocked once before walking in, seeing the bags a relief to her. Thank god she had some of her own clothes to wear now. "Thank you so much!" She exclaimed, taking the bags from his hands softly. She had no intentions on going back to the dorm anytime soon.
Sam felt awkward being in the room, with Kenneth working and Dominic going through pain. She stayed there for a bit before getting up and walking back downstairs, looking at Dominic as she left the room. The girl made her way back to the bathroom downstairs. She picked out a pair of jean shorts, light colored, and ripped up, along with a sweatshirt looking shirt that went off the shoulders, covering up her wrist. She felt odd being in the house. She almost felt like she was secretly being judged or something, although she was sure that wasn't the case. Samantha brushed her hair, letting it all down as she walked out of the bathroom, unsure of where to put her things.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter:
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:26 pm
𝕯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝕹𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝕳𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 ❝ 𝕭leed 𝕴𝖙 𝕺ut ❞
☈ Yeah here we go for the hundredth time.
Hand grenade pins in every line.
☈ Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my ******** mind.
☈ Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
☈ String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
☈ Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares. ________________________________________________________________ 𝕺ut 𝕺f 𝕮igarettes - . . . ▽ He smiled slightly in reply to her first comment. "Yeah, he is very kind." he agreed lightly. Years of knowing the man, Dominic knew just how kind he really was. In a way, Kenneth was more like a father figure now though he usually came and went as quickly as a storm. Usually appearing at the first sign of trouble to help before leaving again. He watched Samantha with obvious curiousity. It wasn't hard to see that something was bothering her but he didn't ask, he wasn't going to pry. She could talk with him if she wanted to.
So she had been the one to feed him, why did that not surprise him? He didn't know whether to be angry about it or not. She really should take more care of herself. But he was grateful nonetheless. "Thank you." he whispered calmly. Her blood seemed to have work, it did part of it's job with helping him heal and keeping him fed. Dominic watched Samantha shift her gaze away from his own. He sighed, "Wouldn't you say that blaming yourself for something that was never your fault is pointless and a waste of time?" he inquired. His eyes widened slightly before closing. He gave a soft sigh before laying back, resigning. "Thank you. I don't mind." he replied. There was more then enough for her to do around here. "Stay out of the weaponry room, if you'd be so kind to." he commented. More then anything, he was worried that she may hurt herself on one of the weapons.
Noticing her tense up, looking like she was about to jump right on out of her skin, Dominic sighed again. "It's just Ken." he muttered. Kenneth gave a soft grin but it looked depressed and lonely more then happy. "Of course. You're welcome, child." he replied. Neither of the men protested as Samantha stuck around for a while before leaving to go downstairs. Dominic caught her eyes before she left. Kenneth was slow about wrapping new bandages around the wounds. He barely said a thing but he didn't have to. Dominic knew what he was thinking. He was worried and just plain irritated. He hated the vampire hunters for getting Dominic caught in their web.
"They murdered the girl's best friend." the man whispered. Dominic froze, his eyes slowly shifted to stare at Kenneth, they didn't seem to believe him. Kenneth stared at him back, completely serious. Slowly, Dominic looked away and let the bandages be wrapped around himself. Kenneth left his bedroom once he was finished and ran a hand through his hair. Stopping before Sam, he suddenly remembered that she really had no room yet. "Guess I'll show you to a bedroom." he commented before moving up the stairs again. ▼ _______________________________________________________________ Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
With knives and pens we made our plight.
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best. . .
Turn out the light.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 3:45 pm
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇
Samantha took a deep long breath as she tried to calm the stirring feeling in her tummy that made her just want to double over, or lay down and sleep. Either way her tummy was really bothering her. she didn't really remember what happened to Sage, it was something that had slipped her mind. Then again, maybe her mind had blocked that little fact on purpose. She would probably find out very soon any way. She knew that something had happened . . . but she couldn't quite place it. It seemed that what had gone down had changed the way she came off slightly. Normally she would be the hyper and playful flirty girl. But it seemed that she was more nervous and a little more serious, maybe even shy. The girl would get her personality back, as soon as she could figure out where she was, and how she was really feeling other then scared. It was odd for her to not be herself. It just didn't seem right.
Samantha smiled sheepishly at Kenneth as he walked in front of her, moving her hands from her belly to her sides where she held the bags. "Thank you Sir." She said with a nod, fallowing the man back up the stairs.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter: Stupid people kicking me off! Sorry for the short post. I have a wee bit of writers block at the moment.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 3:46 pm
𝕯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝕹𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝕳𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 ❝ 𝕭leed 𝕴𝖙 𝕺ut ❞
☈ Yeah here we go for the hundredth time.
Hand grenade pins in every line.
☈ Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my ******** mind.
☈ Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
☈ String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
☈ Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares. ________________________________________________________________ 𝕺ut 𝕺f 𝕮igarettes - Writer's block -_- ▽ He was in pretty damn deep. Murder of four vampire hunters never got anyone anything but a death bed. And Samantha was dragged into it too. Though, there could be a way to put more of the focus on Dominic instead. It wasn't her fault that he turned traitor. The excuses that he could use to get her out of it were endless. Or he could simply not mention her at all, claim that he murdered the four for his own selfish reasons. Death had never been to far behind him.
Kenneth waved a dismissive hand. "Why so formal? Kenneth will do just fine-- or Ken." he replied coolly. Walking down the hallway, he stopped before a closed door and opened it. The bedroom inside was just for Samantha with a private bathroom branching off. She could make herself comfortable. Rubbing the back of his neck, Kenneth sighed softly. "If you need anything, you can ask Dominic. It may be smart to pester him once in a while to make sure he's alright." he gave a slight smile to show that he was joking. . . a little. He was pretty serious. It wasn't like he could stick around though he would pay a few visits. The dirty work was taken care of but there could be other things that Kenneth could help with. Like trying to keep those murderers off Dominic's trail more. ▼ _______________________________________________________________ Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
With knives and pens we made our plight.
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best. . .
Turn out the light.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 4:12 pm
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇
"Holy fook." Samantha said as she looked into the room. The curse bringing out her accent. "Thank you . . . Ken." She said lightly turning to him. She was looking more like herself, her eyes bright and a bit sly, her stomach ache nearly forgotten as she looked around the room, putting her stuff down on the floor by the door. The vampire girl looked back at the man as she listened to what he said, her eyes brightening as she smiled back slightly. "I'm sure I would be able to pester him every once and a while." Her voice was thicker with her accent, the scott in her showing through the way she was pronouncing her words. It would be less after a while, but for now it swallowed her speech. She looked back at the room, eager to get situated before going back up to visit with Dominic. She would make sure that he was alright sense she felt like she was to blame for him being so hurt, which he knew, and obviously disagreed.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter: Me to D:
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:45 pm
𝕯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝕹𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝕳𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 ❝ 𝕭leed 𝕴𝖙 𝕺ut ❞
☈ Yeah here we go for the hundredth time.
Hand grenade pins in every line.
☈ Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my ******** mind.
☈ Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
☈ String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
☈ Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares. ________________________________________________________________ 𝕺ut 𝕺f 𝕮igarettes - Writer's block -_- ▽ Scottish. Samantha was Scottish? Her accent said so. Kenneth rose an eyebrow slightly but didn't say anything until she thanked him. He smiled slightly before shrugging. "No need to thank me." he replied coolly. At least she seemed to like the room. It was large and beautiful, she had enough space to suite herself. The estate itself had more then enough things to do. Giving a nod, Kenneth folded his arms over his chest. "Thank you. I'll leave you to doing what you wish." he said before turning to leave the room. He paused in the doorway. "I don't you'll run into trouble around here, sweetheart. But if you do, go to the training or weaponry room. You'll be safe there." he informed her before leaving the room. The door closed soundlessly behind him.
The man silently moved down the hallway before heading down the stairs. Before long, he was gone from the house but would definitely return later to check on the two. Right now, he had to see if there was anything else he could do to help.
Hearing Kenneth leave, Dominic sunk into his bed slowly. His muscles protested the movement and his brain told him what he already knew. One bad move could re- open the painful wounds. The blanket pulled over his head, he tried to return to sleep. If Samantha needed anything, all she had to do was ask. He already knew that for another day or two, he would have to be careful. The best way to heal was to rest and eat. He was barely hungry but he was tired as hell. ▼ _______________________________________________________________ Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
With knives and pens we made our plight.
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best. . .
Turn out the light.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 6:32 pm
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇
Samantha nodded at Ken as she listened to his words on the training room or the weapons room, finding the fact very useful. She wasn't going to take any chances. Even if no one really knew where they were there was still a small chance that someone could find them and she was not ready to go through anything like that anytime soon. The girl looked up as the door closed, falling face first on to the bed, the pain in her stomach coming back to her. Maybe she could sleep it off? Sam hoped so, although as she laid there she found out how impossible that was going to be. As she laid there she closed her bright eyes, knowing that now that she was comfortable, there would be no way that she was going to be able to sleep. With a soft sigh, the small vampire girl sat up, pushing her hair from her face as she got up exploring her room.
It was shocking, the room was huge and beautiful, and it was all hers. The girl moved slowly through the room and the bathroom before she started to feel a little paranoid. The girl felt as if she was being watched, although she knew that she probably wasn't. Sam shook her head as she slowly moved outside of the room before mentally kicking herself in the a** for being such a scardy cat. No one was going to hurt her, she was safe . . . but why was she feeling so scared? She moved around the house, softly singing as she went, exploring the house rather then just her room, the soft sound of her voice seeming loud in the nearly empty house, although she didn't know if Dominic could hear her, she kinda hoped not, she was worried she would wake him or something.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter:
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