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"And why would I give away my secret?"

    “Tell me, how’d you do it?”

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Victoria just smiled.      "Damn right."

    “Oh, you are brilliant.”

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"Say it again.   I dare you."

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"Give you friendly reminder on  what it means to challenge me.                You losing."

"It just might be. What’re ya gonna do about it?"

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wordslikeknxves

"You gonna make me shut up?”

"Is that a challenge?

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+ ofbloodandwar

   "Piss off, Ares."        She's not in the mood.

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        vic·tor·y          /ˈvikt(ə)rē/

                                  noun - the act of defeating an enemy or opponent in                                                 a battle, game, or other competition.

you don't have to come first, second is okay --

                                               i.          indie greek mythogoly roleplay account                                                ii.         nike; goddess of victory                                                iii.        primarily single verse, but open to aus                                                iv.        writes with mirrored length                                                v.         five plus something years of experience                                                vi.        friendly mun looks for plots and friends                                                vii.       the winning side doesn’t pickher                                                viii.      she picks the winning side

-- cause you ain't never beating me

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A smile spread across her face. Or rather, a smirk. It was the  closest thing to grace the goddess' face in a long time. It was the smirk she got when she knew for certain she had put her money on the fastest horse in the race. She was going to win.                                         "Lead the way."

          A few more hours of trying to outrun a hoard           of completed demented people & a dude with           a bone to pick and a horse that could easily           keep up with Trip. If he had his skateboard,           there might be a slight advantage though the           cracked and rubble littered ground would           more than likely make it more difficult than           anything else. No, he might not make it for           another few hours. But then something           clicks in his head. Life out here is raw,           but we will never stop. We will never           q             u             i             t.

                                           — cause we are Metallica.

                         It’s just a few hours and he’s determined to at least                          not die in that time span. He’s not going to give up                          that easily. He refuses to. He has to find that van.

           “— We need to go."

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                The auburn haired goddess stood amidst the chaos,                  watching it all unfold. She thrived off this honestly,                 not the chaos, but the fighting and the adrenaline.                 She loved it.  It made her feel like she wasn't eons                 old. A few centuries maybe. That's when she spotted                 him; a kid who looked like he was about to puke                 despite the welcoming competition that surrounded                 him. What a wuss. 

"Buck up, cowboy.    You've got a few more hours to go."

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          He’s trying his best not to choke while he gags           because having to walk through several strung           up bodies does things to your stomach that isn’t           exactly pleasant. Especially after you’ve just run           from a psycho on an armored horse that’s trying           to kill you. He just had to throw the damn brick.           It’s really not all that surprising that it takes him a           moment or two before he even realizes there is           someone else standing not to far away and there           is a sinking feeling in his gut. Please let him catch           a break. He just needs to find a van for the band.

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"Sorry?"      She's going to continue to pummel      that punching bag while you talk.          It means you have to speak up.

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+ wordslikeknxves

She's just hoping that you're kidding.

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+ isaidcrazydolphin

"I know for a fact that you can do better than that."           Yes, she is just going to approach this demigod            & tell him that without making any explanation.

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+ mercxful

          "Can I help you?"                    You're interrupting her training                    time, not that she thinks she                     needs it. She just enjoys it. Plus,                    it's a nice way to improve herself.

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