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I am a Whovien, Elixian, Sherlockien, Warehouse 13 agent, Torchwood agent, Vampire with a soul, Half werewolf, demigod, Dragon Rider, Hufflepuff, Egyptian 'Wizard', citizen of Eureka and a Grimm.
I`m also weird, funny, cool, nerdy bout certain things, an artist and interesting.
I only fit in with certain groups of people.
I like Chocolate, vanilla, txting, being funny, fangirling, playing war (cards), playing war games, being a retard (the funny type), pronouncing stuff wrong just to pass by time, pulling my self around my kitchen floor giggling loudly, Role playing, Drawing, listening to music, being very random, reading, swimming, chating on skype, making new friends online, playing portal, seattle`s best coffee, rockstar(the drink), BBCone, British stuff, and cats
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whoa hello der stranger (or alex), i just wanna say something....
IM ADTICTED WITH CUPCAKES AND SAILOR MOONNNN MUHAHAHAH yum_cupcake
oh sorry sweatdrop
theres a link to me here
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and maybe a moon symbol to SHOW MY LOVE FOR SAILOR MOON
Dean and OC roleplay
Dean couldn’t sleep. He didn’t want to wake Cas or Sam by staying up and watching TV so he snuck out of the cabin and climbed in his Baby and drove. He’d spotted the sign to the bar and pulled into a spot. He made a beeline for the bar and grabbed a stool, quickly ordering a whiskey before looking around the place. It was pretty empty, only a few people scattered around here and there.
Victoria sat next to the man and decided to chat due to boredom. “Hi, I’m Victoria.” She said with a smile and a beer in her hand.
Dean looked at the girl next to him, giving her a soft smile as he grabbed his glass of whiskey. “I’m Dean.” He took a swig of his drink.
“Nice to meet you Dean, How are you?” Her Ipod went off after she said that, she got it out. “Oh sweet.” She said to her self.
Dean shrugged. “Can’t complain. You?” He took a drink as she pulled out her iPod. He was never one for those things.
She shoved my ipod back into my pocket. “Oh I’m just on a hu-*clears thoat* fun trip.” I finished the small bit I had left of my beer and got another one.
Dean arched an eyebrow as she cleared her throat. She was definitely covering something up. “What kind of fun trip?”
I came up with an answer quickly. “Spending one night in every bar in the U.S.” I drank the neck of my beer. [Did I mess things up? Again?] I thought.
Dean raised his glass of whiskey. “Now that does sound like a fun trip. You can say I’ve seen plenty of bars in my day.” He finished off his glass and ordered another round.
Victoria lightly chuckled. “Do you know how many or did you lose count?” She began to mindlessly play with her rings and zone out on Deans face.
“I lost count years ago.” Dean chuckled as he took another drink. He turned around and noticed her kind of staring at him, completely zoned out. “You okay, Vic?”
She inhaled sharply and slightly shook her head, as if shaking it off. “Sorry yeah I’m fine.” She sighed. “It randomly happens.” Victoria took a mildly long drink.
Dean shrugged and took another drink. “No worries. Just wanted to make sure you’re all right.”
“Thanks, well I mean I don’t… Yeah thanks.” Victoria stared at her beer. She was ready to spill every thing to a stranger.
Dean looked over at her again. “All right. I know that look. Something on your mind, Vic?”
She rubbed her eyes. “Ugh yes but, it’s not like I can tell you. It’s personal family biz.” Victoria took a long drink and took her rings off and back on.
“I’ve dealt with so much personal family crap in my days it doesn’t even phase me anymore.” Dean carefully watched her. He may seem like an a**, but something was definitely bugging her.
Victoria lightly scoffed and looked Dean in the eyes. “Do you mind if I spill my daft life to you?”
“Spill away Vic. Seems like a pretty normal bar experience to me.” Usually he wasn’t one for this kind of thing, but he was a little drunk and in a weird mood today.
Victoria took a quick drink. “Well hunting sucks a** after a while. The whole ‘If I mess up I might die’ thing, watching people die, killing sorry a** S.O.B’s. It’s like once you know it, it knows you and it doesn’t ever leave. It’s passed down gen to gen, in my family, I was forced into hunting. Yeah there are a few pluses to it but not enough to out rank, surpass, the whole down side of it. I’ve already gone to many funerals, a thousand to many.” She sighed. “I’ve faced death several times, its like meeting an old friend to tell the truth.” She realised she had said to much. Her face went to a ‘oh, crap’ expression and her eyes drifted to her beer, away from his face.
Dean tried not to laugh at the look on her face. She’d obviously not meant to share that she was a hunter. Well, that cat was out of the bag. “That’s the life Vic. Gotta say, never would have pegged you for a hunter.”
~oOo~ To be continued ~oOo~
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