MASTERMASTER! x3
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Thread Topic: MASTERMASTER! x3
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Would you stab me if I asked for vampires? I'm out of plotties lately and you can't screw up a vampire soap.
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I don't mind. I grew up here with vampie soaps. xD
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Vampie? Pies that suck your blood?
Yay. Wait until I get home plz? -
Exactly. xD
Okie. :3 I don't think I'm going anywhere lol x3 -
Yay.
Do you want to be vamp, slayer, or human? -
Hm. I'll be a human this time around. Hehe. I'll get a charrie ready. WHAT GENRE DOE?
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I DUNNO I WAS THINKING MYSTERY
Like, slayer is murdered by a vampire, and my charrie (vamp) is a detective trying to figure out the case. The human is the slayer's cousin or something who knew about the slayer world. Then your charrie finds out the detective is a vampire and thinks the vamp is the murderer so they try to kill it but the two fall in love blablablablabla. -
OO. SOUNDS FUN.
So, shall I volunteer to be teh dood? -
ACTUALLY IT'S ROMANCE TOO
Whatever you want.
You're such a hoe. -
OKIE.
I'll be teh dood.
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This thread or a new one?
Choose which hoe you are, hoe. -
Jeffery
Except with brown hair and green eyes.
Age: 19
Personality: Hate-love relationship with friends. Socailable. Carefree attitude.
Background: Selected few in his family are chosen to be a vampire slayer. Always wanted to live up to the family legacy, but wasn't chosen. -
*Late post
Oh, I like that. :D
Doesn't matter, if you want you can make the new thread. -
Name: Margaret
Appearance: Short, red and black hair/ reddish brown eyes/ pale skin/ short
Age: 328 (Looks 22)
Background: Usually a peaceful vampire, decided to become a detective to aid humanity with her uncanny vampire senses, excellent at tracking by blood, feeds once a week
NOT IT -
AGH. Oh. He's a news person thingy. Journalist? I think that was the word
Jeffery had barely gotten home from a long day of writing up quick paragraphs of the day's events and dragging his bike up his aparment stairs when he passes the elder woman living across from him going down stairs, crying. "What's wrong, Mrs. Apple?" he asked. She had only gentally touched his hand and kept walking.
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