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Make me a thing~

[ well then maybe i should introduce my character to you~~~ hahaa ]

Leave a 〄 in my askbox and I’ll tell you the first three words that come to my character’s mind at the thought of yours

Cousin

Thanksgiving

     Her boots clicked against the linoleum stairs as she climbed up to the third floor where the apartment was -- her home. Upon reaching said floor, she immediately padlocked the exit door behind her. And for a moment, she breathed a sigh of relief. She had safely made it from point A to point B and back. No ghouls, no disembodied reminders of a troubled past and no demons.

     Her moment of reprieve, however, was stopped short when she passed the elevator. The floor indicator above the doors was lit, meaning the power was on, even though Allison hadn't used it in weeks. In fact, she had spliced the wiring because the stairs were more secure. Her brow knotted as she pressed the call button -- it was followed quickly by the sensation of her stomach dropping when she heard the telltale ding as the doors slid open.

     Her guard went up as she turned down the hall towards the apartment. Her footsteps became lighter, more stealthy as she crept to her own front door. Her silent prayer that it was locked and still untouched since she'd left was dashed when she merely had to push the door ajar. The bag she carried dropped just inside of the threshold and her hand immediately went for the gun tucked away at her back. Her other hand went for a cell phone, thinking to call Scott but then she heard movement in the adjacent room.

     Pistol at the ready, she rounded the corner where she found a figure in the living room. It was hard to specify the shape in the dark, but it was safe to assume that it wasn't any of Allison's friends. Her eyes narrowed, jaw set as she commanded in a voice she only could have inherited from Chris --

i’m game. so yo post wedding honeymoon phase dackie? lmfao

fucking same

we will figure out the formula someday

venationi replied to your post:{ out of leather; }  i get really jealous when I...

lets do this one day

i could write 32,000,000 posts about dackie sooo i'm not saying it but i'm saying it