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Post by Annabelle Opale on Mar 26, 2009 18:17:13 GMT -5
Annabelle's hands stretched by her sides. She was irritated. Oh so irritated. How could there be so little meaningful humans in this town? Usually she could've found at least one...even if the said human was just a visitor.
Her brown hair billowed out behind her as a gust of wind blew through the small town. The clouds threatened to release a downpour any moment. The oncoming storm sent Annabelle into a human sprint--a jog for her--eyes darting from one face to the next.
"None of these humans are worth my time...I can't see why I decided to even come here," she mumbled, rolling her eyes. After three hours of searching she still was considering running over to that stuck-up private school she'd picked up someone talking about near Port Angeles that morning.
Nothing could make this day worse.
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Post by Renata Steifel on Mar 27, 2009 16:35:28 GMT -5
Ren hurried, not even caring about the oncoming rainstorm. She loved the rain- dancing in it, particularly. She pulled her over-sized sweatshirt tighter around her skinny frame. It wasn't like she was cold, it was just a comfort thing. Even after all these years, the sweater still smelled like Jude. For once, Ren didn't feel a pang of sadness at the thought of him. Now, she had Kareem, and that seemed to have helped heal the scar on her heart. She was just about to duck inside the Walgreens to see if they had any pudding when a sickly sweet smell hit her. Ren physically gagged, then glared at the pale girl standing near her. "Ew," she muttered. Vampires. Gross.
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Post by Annabelle Opale on Mar 27, 2009 19:43:40 GMT -5
Annabelle stopped in her tracks, clapping her hand over her lower face and wanting to gag. Just when my day was going so well. The vampire silently sneered. Trying to hold back a growl, she focused her eyes on the mutt in particular she had smelled. How unfortunate, it was a girl. Shame that she had to be cursed by that horrid gene.
Nonetheless, Annabelle ground her teeth together at the sight of the girl. She was all to close for her taste. Without caring that much anymore, Annabelle slowly let out a prolonged growl at the wolf, warning her to keep her distance.
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Post by Renata Steifel on Mar 30, 2009 16:15:47 GMT -5
The growls meaning was obvious, even to Renata. She glared back, deciding to keep her low profile in this inter-species b*itch-off. She took another deep breath to try and stop the angry tremors that threatened to reveal what she was, but the sickly smell of that awful bloodsucker tainted the air. Ren winced. She took a step away from the pale freak, then shot her a dirty look. "Okay, bloodsu- freak. You just keep the hell away from me and my pack, and we'll leave you the hell alone. Got it? Cause there's nothing I wouldn't love more than to rip your icy little head off." She said all this barely above a whisper, but she knew that the vampire would be able to hear her. Wrapping her sweatshirt around her, she surrupticiously grabbed hold of her wand in the front pocket. Sure, Ren was god-awful at dueling, but the vampire didn't have magic on her side, so it would even the playing field a little. One false move, and she'd knock that bloodsucker out...hopefully.
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Post by Annabelle Opale on Apr 1, 2009 19:48:45 GMT -5
"Freak? Me? Excuse me, but who's the mutt here, me or you?" Annabelle growled. The thing was stinking up the air. Why did it have to ruin an already awful day?
"Don't answer that," she rolled her eyes. "Oh as if you could get to me, dog. If you haven't realized with you few experiences with the vampiric kind, we're faster than you." the vampire smiled, hoping that one of those idiotic Cullens wouldn't interfere if it came to taking down the mutt.
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