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.Vindicated.Of.Sanity. Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 9:01 pm
The vampire's face fell visibly as soon as she realized her ill-mannered attempts at seduction were obviously failing. This one was going to be trickier; nothing she couldn't handle, she assured herself with a flick of flat blonde hair over one shoulder. "Thank you so much..." she purred, making a ridiculous, hip-y strut over to the human, inhaling deeply to revive her senses to his tantalizing scent. A wide smile swept across her face, red eyes glittering with delight.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I'm planning on buying a whole new wardrobe here, anyhow. Maybe you could come with me some time...?" she left the question hanging (knowing full well that on that occasion she'd head straight for the lingerie department) as she moved the coffin-case the bed, undoing the clasps but leaving it shut. There was enough blood in that thing to last her at least a couple weeks. No need to frighten the meat-boy just yet.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 7:15 pm
"Uh yeah... sure..." He rolled his eyes, and walked off. Those were some neat contacts of hers... I wonder where she got those.... The human dragged his smelly friend back into it's room, and then went in his. It was late, and he needed sleep. The human got into his PJs, then went to turn off the light by the door, accidentally brushing up against his garlic string that hung next to the switch. He switched the light off, and retired for the night.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 4:53 pm
DAWN OF THE FIRST DAY
-72 HOURS REMAIN-
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 4:58 pm
He groggily opened the door to his room, pausing at the doorway to stretch. Still in his Homer Simpson pajamas, he groggily walked to the kitchen area, to make a fresh cup of coffee. At this point, he sounded like a zombie, as well. He fumbled with everything, nearly making a mess, as he set the coffee up. Once he was finished, he simply stood there, staring at the machine, waiting for it to deliver his precious get-up-and-go juice. Five minutes past. He then realized, he hadn't plugged the coffee maker in yet. Mumbling and growling a little, he reached back and plugged it in, and pushed the correct buttons again. He stood there, with an impatient, yet still tired look on his face.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 5:20 pm
"Bacon! Who wants bacon?"
Jason LaGlur was cheerily eating the bacon he had made a few minutes ago at the kitchen table. Next to his plate was a bigger one still stacked high with juicy strips grilled to perfection. He loved bacon. He loved most breakfasts. He loved everything! He even loved to wake up three hours before anyone else in the apartment, he always gets such nice sleep anyway.
"Mornin' roomie! You look just peachy! I made us breakfast, hope you're in the mood for bacon!"
The clearly human, although a little pale, Jason loved making breakfast for others, and he expected the pair's third roommate to have arrived last night, which is why he made so much bacon. Two people can't eat a whole mountain of bacon, not even someone like Jason who loved it so much!
"What a great day to be alive! The birds are singing, the sun is shining, and it's SATURDAAAY!!"
Unable to contain himself, Jason jumped up from his chair and went to the glass door that led to their small deck. Much to his surprised, pulling back the drapes revealed a downpour of rain and hail, followed by harsh winds and even some lightning. It didn't seem to phase him though as he hoped the doors wide open and embraced the harsh conditions.
Satisfied with all this morning had to offer, Jason closed the door and turned back to face his still groggy roommate, totally drenched. "Eat up! We've got a big day ahead!!
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 5:34 pm
Wondering what the noise was behind him, he slowly turned around, then froze. A look of sheer terror wiped over his face, as his left hand shot backwards to clutch the countertop, to stabilize himself.
"Wh-Who the hell are you??" He stammered. "And what the hell are you doing on my apartment!?!?" Not stopping to correct himself, because of the present fear, he slowly made a few steps backwards, making his way closer to his room. "Get out! Get out! Get out!!!" The human reached back, and grabbed a steel coffee mug, and chucked it at the cheery invader in his humble home.
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