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you can find me over here if you need me, but I really don't have time for this blog, guys. I know, I really suck, but I have a bazillion gillion threads over at my Sam blog. I don't mind roleplaying with you all there. In fact, I'd love it. Come check it out maybe?~

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So sorry I've abandoned this blog! It's been very busy over at my Sam blog (which you can find here). It amazes me how in one week (more or less) I've gained as many followers as Cal did in just under a month. I understand what people mean when they say OCs hardly ever get any interactions, because canon characters are a whole lot easier to deal with.

I'll try and interact here as much as I can, but I'm running an unbelievable amount of threads at the moment o.o And, lucky me, their timezones are all a bit spread out, so whilst I'm still on holiday, all day long I can just roleplay with you guys c: i'm anti-social you see and you guys are the closest I have to friends

So yeah, you guys are always welcome to pop over there, as I won't be on here as much.~

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"My what-what?" Cal asked, raising an eyebrow. "Life-force? What does that mean?"

"You don't smell centuries old. Okay, wait, that sounded really weird. Um... your life-force doesn't smell like you're centuries old. Yeah that's not much better."

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Pfft. Cal was betting she hadn't met an alien yet, and those guys were cropping up all over the damn place.

"What are you - vampire, or something?" Though now she said it, she realised vampires didn't shiver in broad daylight, they hissed and covered their eyes because it was too harsh for them. "Or not."

She smiled and said, “Oh thank god that I’m not the only one who thinks that. But I’m unsure of how trust worthy you are…. or I am, really.” she paused before adding. “I can tell your different. I am too, which is how I can tell.” she looked at the girl, and waited for a reply.

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"How trustworthy do you think I am?" Cal asked, challenging her, raising her eyebrows. Everyone these days could tell she was different. Maybe shifters were starting to give off some... thing. Whatever that thing was, a whole lot'a people were starting to notice it. "And how are you different?"

She posed the question asking why this girl specifically was different, not how. They were two totally different questions.

She smiled and said, “Oh thank god that I’m not the only one who thinks that. But I’m unsure of how trust worthy you are…. or I am, really.” she paused before adding. “I can tell your different. I am too, which is how I can tell.” she looked at the girl, and waited for a reply.

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Cal raised a challenging eyebrow, smirking a little, but she wasn't sure if Nobody was impressed or really frightened. "You okay there, chick?"

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UNIT? Great-grandmothers? What did either of them have to do with anything, whatever UNIT was?

Cal looked to Brittany Jane for answers, pulling a 'dude, not cool' face, jaw dropping, hands spread out towards her. "What on Earth is he talking about?"

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"'Course," Cal said, shrugging it off like it was no big deal, eyeing Gusta up and down. "But, uh... You're a nice one?"

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"Oh, please. I was around when Louis XI was King of France," Cal said, rolling her eyes. "Well, he died a year after I got out of what I like to call boot camp, but yeah."

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Well, Gusta was the cheeriest alien Cal had ever heard of, or seen, actually. Not that she'd met any other aliens, but...

Stay home whilst Brittany Jane could go and talk to other aliens? Oh, yes, definitely.

"'Course I'm coming, stupid," Cal said, like it was obvious.

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"She didn’t grow up like I did, Gusta," Brittany Jane told him, then she tuned her attention to Cal," his people call food fuel,I don’t know why, and no they’re not like vampires, don’t worry he’s not looking for blood," she told Cal.

Gusta laughed again,” she’s funny,” he replied.

"If you want my help you’ll stop making fun of my friend!" Brittany Jane told him.

"Okay, okay!" Gusta replied raising his hands in surrender.

"Good!" Brittany Jane replied then turned to look at Cal," I have to help him and by help him I mean make sure he doesn't go back on his word, so you can either stay here or come with, what do you want to do?" She asked Cal.

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"Ha! I wish," Cal laughed. Every time Edric had another birthday, and someone asked how old he was, he'd laugh and say something along the lines of 'Me? Oh, I'm only eighty this year.'

Weird. Humans considered eighty to be old. Sure, the elderly's physical appearance wasn't the best, but eighty was so young.

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It was another one of those nights when Cal had decided to go for a walk, only this time she'd gone a little farther than just the village she lived in. She'd found a bus station (who knew there even was one?) and took a trip to the next town along. She didn't want to go too early in the day, so she'd decided to go in the evening.

It was a little... messy, Cal decided. Graffiti on most of the walls (which was, surprisingly, a rarity back in the village), rubbish everywhere, drunks stumbling around everywhere. It wasn't even ten yet.

Just when she was about to turn around and go back home, a pub caught her eye. She wrinkled her nose, the smell reaching her nostrils already, and she was still quite a distance away. Disgusting. She definitely wasn't one for alcohol - who could be? The stuff smelled and probably tasted awful.

There was a woman hanging around beside the door, but the darkness hid whether or not she was staring at Cal, but her head was definitely pointing in that direction. Cal shuddered slightly, knowing she'd have to walk past her.

She told herself it was fine. She'd walked past big, drunk men before, even hurt one so bad he had to go to hospital. That's what creeps deserved.

So she kept walking, ducking her head as she passed the woman, not daring to look up to see whether or not she was watching.

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"Random, but very true," Cal answered, raising his eyebrows and squinting her eyes in mock-suspicion. "I'm far older than I look, anyway. Take a guess."

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"Um, yeah," Cal nodded, rolling the open side of the Skittles bag up and shoving it into her bag, which she'd primarily brought for the milk. "What about you? I didn't get your arm or anything, did I?"

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Cal had just walked out of the store. She’d entered it intending to buy some milk, and left it holding a bag of Skittles. Mary wouldn’t be too happy, but she’d come back later.

A woman with big, curly hair bumped into her as she stepped out. Well, the curls were all she noticed at first, anyway.

"Oh! Sorry," Cal said, turning red. "I’m a bit clumsy."

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"Small talk sucks," Cal said, raising her eyebrows. "Sorry. I'm not sure what else to say to a stranger I just invited into my home." She said it jokingly, but she was telling the truth.

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"Aw, c'mon, Dean!" Cal whined, aware she sounded like a little kid. "They just... I mean... Maybe it isn't even the Alpha. Maybe it's next to the Alpha or something. Does it matter? It's nothing big, really, just a party or whatever..." She trailed off. It was hopeless. To them, a monster was a monster, and an alpha was a huge 'NO'.

"What can I do to change your mind?" Cal asked. She paused, taking a step back. "Without you killing me so I won't get in your way, first." She folded her arms over her chest, raising her eyebrows at Dean.

Cal opened the door almost immediately, surprised to see an unfamiliar face which belonged to a giant standing behind Dean. She raised her eyebrows - hunters didn’t usually have the whole long hair thing going on. She didn’t know why. Actually, she really liked his hair.

She looked back at Dean. “I think we need to talk about this, Dean. And, uh… Hi, Sam.” She stepped back to let them in, hoping Mary wasn’t around, because whenever she was she offered everyone milk and cookies.

Luckily, she wasn’t. “I think this is a really bad idea, you guys. Nobody’s hurting anyone, for once. Can’t we just leave it?”