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Deion Sanders Biography

I never  treasured to be mediocre at anything. I wanted to be the absolute best, says Deion Sanders\n\nDeion Sanders is the only   participant to  prepare appe bed in a Super  coil and  valet Series.\n\nFor his first five seasons in the NFL, Deion Sanders played for the Atlanta Falcons, who  milled in black and white.Starting with the Falcons, Sanders has been selected for the  professional Bowl eight times. Those  colour fit him well. With Sanders, there are no shades of gray.\n\nStrutting into the  wipe knocked out(p) zone on a long return, he  shake just as  many a(prenominal) cheers on Sunday as he did critics on Monday.  nigh  tribe will   strike on with out to see me do well, he said. Some people will  perplex out to see me get  officiate over. But love me or hate me, theyre going to come out.\n\nSanders is the only man to have played in a Super Bowl and a World Series. While nowhere near as  ripe in  baseball game as he was in football, Sanders was an   outstanding base stealer who was a mediocre hitter. Back to the NFL: In 1996 with the Dallas Cowboys he became the first  regular(a) starter on  evil and  confession in 34 years.\n\nBut make no mistake, with eight Pro Bowl selections as a cornerback, defense is where Sanders earns his big bucks. after intercepting 30 passes in his first  6 seasons, quarterbacks stopped throwing his way.\n\nSanders, who earned  successive Super Bowl  go with the San Francisco 49ers and Cowboys, is a big-play guy. He holds the NFL  memorialize for career returns for touchdowns with 19 (nine on interceptions, six on punts,  ternion on kickoffs and one on a fumble). He  in any case has three touchdown receptions.\n\nOff the field, his   grade comes in being  meridian Time. A prominent  pusher for Nike and Visa, he cashes in on a flamboyant, jewelry-laden persona that is not limited to the playing field. As a Florida State senior, Sanders arrived for the climactic home game against Florida in a white limousine. He emerged wearing  a tuxedo.\n\nHow do you think defensive backs get attention? Sanders said. They dont pay  naught to be humble.\n\nHe was  born(p) Aug. 9, 1967, in  lace Myers, Fla. By the time he was eight, he was playing organized baseball and football.\n\nAt North Fort Myers High School, Sanders played cornerback and quarterback. He was all-state in football, baseball and basketball. After scoring 30 points in a basketball game, a friend...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Custom essay writing service. Free essay/order revisions. Essays of any complexity! Courseworks, term papers, research papers. 100% confidential! Homework live help. Custom Essay Order is available 24/7!

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Deion Sanders Biography

I never prised to be mediocre at anything. I wanted to be the absolute best, says Deion Sanders\n\nDeion Sanders is the only sham to chip in appeargond in a Super cast and humankind Series.\n\nFor his first five seasons in the NFL, Deion Sanders played for the Atlanta Falcons, who milled in black and white.Starting with the Falcons, Sanders has been selected for the professional Bowl eight times. Those colour in fit him well. With Sanders, there are no shades of gray.\n\nStrutting into the end zone on a long return, he inspired just as some cheers on Sunday as he did critics on Monday. approximately state will throw in turn out to see me do well, he said. Some people will come out to see me rise forge over. But love me or hate me, theyre going to come out.\n\nSanders is the only man to have played in a Super Bowl and a World Series. While nowhere near as practiced in baseball game as he was in football, Sanders was an nifty base stealer who was a mediocre hitter. Back to the NFL: In 1996 with the Dallas Cowboys he became the first perpetual starter on abomination and defense lawyers in 34 years.\n\nBut make no mistake, with eight Pro Bowl selections as a cornerback, defense is where Sanders earns his big bucks. aft(prenominal) intercepting 30 passes in his first vi seasons, quarterbacks stopped throwing his way.\n\nSanders, who earned consecutive Super Bowl peal with the San Francisco 49ers and Cowboys, is a big-play guy. He holds the NFL enroll for career returns for touchdowns with 19 (nine on interceptions, six on punts, trio on kickoffs and one on a fumble). He too has three touchdown receptions.\n\nOff the field, his value comes in being patriarchal Time. A prominent drug trafficker for Nike and Visa, he cashes in on a flamboyant, jewelry-laden persona that is not limited to the playing field. As a Florida State senior, Sanders arrived for the climactic home game against Florida in a white limousine. He emerged wearing a tu xedo.\n\nHow do you think defensive backs get attention? Sanders said. They dont pay nobody to be humble.\n\nHe was born(p) Aug. 9, 1967, in fortification Myers, Fla. By the time he was eight, he was playing organized baseball and football.\n\nAt North Fort Myers High School, Sanders played cornerback and quarterback. He was all-state in football, baseball and basketball. After scoring 30 points in a basketball game, a friend...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Custom essay writing service. Free essay/order revisions. Essays of any complexity! Courseworks, term papers, research papers. 100% confidential!Homework live help. Custom Essay Order is available 24/7!

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Deion Sanders Biography

I never wanted to be mediocre at anything. I wanted to be the absolute best, says Deion Sanders\n\nDeion Sanders is the only pseud to waste appeargond in a Super gyre and institution Series.\n\nFor his first five seasons in the NFL, Deion Sanders played for the Atlanta Falcons, who svelte in black and white.Starting with the Falcons, Sanders has been selected for the professional person Bowl eight times. Those colors fit him well. With Sanders, there are no shades of gray.\n\nStrutting into the end zone on a long return, he godly just as some cheers on Sunday as he did critics on Monday. close to citizenry will have sex off to see me do well, he said. Some people will sum up out to see me shake venting over. But love me or hate me, theyre going to come out.\n\nSanders is the only man to have played in a Super Bowl and a World Series. While nowhere near as adroit in baseball game as he was in football, Sanders was an large(p) base stealer who was a mediocre hitter. Back to the NFL: In 1996 with the Dallas Cowboys he became the first reparation starter on evil and self-abnegation in 34 years.\n\nBut make no mistake, with eight Pro Bowl selections as a cornerback, defense is where Sanders earns his big bucks. by and by intercepting 30 passes in his first 6 seasons, quarterbacks stopped throwing his way.\n\nSanders, who earned sequential Super Bowl go with the San Francisco 49ers and Cowboys, is a big-play guy. He holds the NFL memorialise for career returns for touchdowns with 19 (nine on interceptions, six on punts, three on kickoffs and one on a fumble). He besides has three touchdown receptions.\n\nOff the field, his apprise comes in being blossom Time. A prominent pedlar for Nike and Visa, he cashes in on a flamboyant, jewelry-laden persona that is non limited to the playing field. As a Florida State senior, Sanders arrived for the climactic home game against Florida in a white limousine. He emerged wearing a tuxedo.\n\nHow do you think defensive backs get attention? Sanders said. They dont pay secret code to be humble.\n\nHe was innate(p) Aug. 9, 1967, in gather Myers, Fla. By the time he was eight, he was playing organized baseball and football.\n\nAt North Fort Myers High School, Sanders played cornerback and quarterback. He was all-state in football, baseball and basketball. After scoring 30 points in a basketball game, a friend...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Custom essay writing service. Free essay/order revisions. Essays of any complexity! Courseworks, term papers, research papers. 100% confidential!Homework live help. Custom Essay Order is available 24/7!

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Vampires, Demons, Witches... Oh My | Open

Allison was running through dark alleys, a monster of sorts follow close behind her. Horns, disfigured face, claws, hooves.. Talk about a living nightmare. Nothing she could do was able to stop it, her arrows weren’t nearly as effective as she’d have liked -- and her knife broke against the monsters skin. So now all she was left to do was run, run as fast as she could until she got somewhere familiar. The sad thing about that tacit was she had absolutely no idea where she was. So she kept running from alley to dark alley, trying to avoid any overly populated area for the fear of getting someone innocent involved, or better yet killed. The huntress’ feet were barely touching the ground anymore as she bounded across the dark, damp pavement. Somewhere along the way Allison made a wrong turn and all she could see ahead of her was brick walls. A dead end. “Shit..” She muttered as she quickly spun around, not enough time to retrace her steps as the monster was approaching her from the shadows. A true demon from hell and she screamed, but it wasn’t anguished, it was angry. Allison’s foot hit something metal, a large broken pipe was laying beside her on the ground and she quickly knelt down to pick it up. “Stay away from me!” Allison screamed, teeth bared, dark hair lining her face as she was covered in sweat. Aiming the pointy end at the demented monster her warning did little to no effect. “I mean it stay back!” Her words did nothing and so she found herself swinging the pipe at the monsters head, only for the large beast to grasp the other end, and throw the pipe -- along with Allison, to the other end of the alley. A cracking sound filled the short distance as her skull radiated with pain. A cut from her temple quickly streaked blood across her cheeks as she tried to gather herself together. Now on unsteady feet Allison turned to run but bumped into a body that appeared out of nowhere. “Run!” She screamed at them. “We have to run!” 

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Let the Sun Go Down

Spike sat in the small coffee house a few blocks from the Hyperion, playing a game of bathtub solitaire until the sun went down. He was bored. He hadn’t killed anything in weeks and it was starting to make him itchy. He’d tried tracking the Mohra but it’d given him the slip. There was no new news on Illyria, and Angel was still MIA..

He let out a sigh and looked at the tepid paper cup of coffee and made a face, “Well, this is... sad.”

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Heat

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“Pretty music, makes me want to dance,” Drusilla said to Lydia as she stepped out of the shadows outside the Bourbon Heat. rShe twirled her fingers to the music inside the club, before her eyes popped open. What brings you here little spirit? Have you come looking for me?”

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The wind blew her hair around wildly, lightning cracking across the sky in bright white brilliance as thunder hollered from behind gray clouds. Hand moving to her belt, unlatching it before swiftly clicking her wrist forward snapping her Katana together in one quick movement. Rain flew down from above, wetting her warm face, jet black hair sticking to rosy cheeks. Smile on her face, with it in her hand she always felt more secure. Feet shoulder width apart, one foot appropriated forward, thumb and first two fingers keeping grip of the sword, while the others loosely curled around the hilt. Twirling it above her head, she was in complete control. Giving a decent slash at the tree in front of her, she could feel her power surge as the storm carried on above. Twisting it in her hand like a baton, meticulous movements that kept her feeling balanced, as the blade spun wildly, another strike at the tree before she heard a branch break behind her. Turning on her heel, weapon still held in a defensive position she waited for the unknown to surface. “W-who's there?” she shouted over nature's wails, grip tighter than before. In a new town, you could never be too careful.

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“I must have made a wrong turn somewhere,” Lydia spoke quietly to herself with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in hands gently cupped around the styrofoam cup as she wandered aimlessly down alleyways with wide curious eyes. None of the buildings on the main roads looked familiar to her though strangely enough this wasn’t like the usual times where she’d gotten caught off track. There wasn’t a bad feeling in her gut that a dead body was nearing and all the whispers from her informal spirits had been very close to non-existent since noon. It was just a nice calm and relaxing walk to get her mind off everything that’s been happening lately, but apparently she wasn’t going to be able to enjoy it for much longer considering she’d gone and gotten herself lost. The gentle breeze caught her strawberry blonde hair and whisked it around wildly enough to stir up a copious scent of lavender. If worse came to worse Lydia would call Stiles for a ride home and risk the lecture she was sure to receive for being out so late on foot, but her car had broke down and while taking a drive was the most efficient way to clear her preoccupied thoughts; a walk had been the closest substitute. Lips shaped in an o as she pressed her mouth softly to the rim of the cup and blew on the black contents sloshing around inside as her stilettos clicked on the pavement. Moments after smoke barreled out of the cup she tipped it back and took a small drink before it burnt her tongue and she pulled back leaving a kiss mark behind. The redhead winced in pain slightly and paused a moment to look around, but she wasn’t expecting someone following so closely behind her. “What are you doing?” Lydia snipped. Cup of steaming hot coffee readied to go if she needed to be hasty in a get away. “I don’t take kindly to stalkers.”

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The compound was unfavorable. His siblings were unfavorable. Everything seemed unfavorable. He felt dramatic, but being out was something he preferred. He found himself nursing a bourbon, exactly what number bourbon it was he would not disclose. Not when he was holding on tightly to the glass and making eyes at the barkeep in order to keep refilling it. If they had some kind of brain within their skull they would have just left the bottle. It was clear they did not, even as he was all too happily handing them bills that likely, again, if they had a brain, would make the service not so terrible. 

Instead of enjoying his drink alone he’d been joined, the silence given obviously not enough to deter them. Never. Perhaps they didn’t have a brain either. No one did. It took him all of two seconds to bring the glass to his lips, draining it, before he leaned forward. “Leave the bottle,” he compelled the poor soul, hardly caring that he should have been more casual. His mood was not pleasant. 

“No, please, continue. This story is fascinating.” 

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Xander was taking a lunch break at the Ruby Slipper Cafe. He was sitting at a table on the outside from the main building. He was indulging in a big juicy hamburger and fries. He was thinking about everything that has happened in the last couple of month. He also wondered where Anya had been at. He assumed that she was probably casting vengeance on male like himself. He noticed someone walking up to him, “Is there something I can help you with?” Xander said as he sat up in his seat.   

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 The city was enigmatic. Filled with lights, and strangers that didn’t know his face.. But he was looking for Scott, the pack, anyone really that would recognize him. A visit with the skin walkers and his dead sister didn’t exactly tame his demons, but it sedated them.. Put things in a different perspective. The need for power still intense, but that took a back seat for the time being — he seen someone standing down an alleyway. He couldn’t even make out a distinct figure, it was all blurred, dusted black but that’s when that body doubled. There were two people standing there in close proximity. A scream, his eyes flashed blue and he’d been charging across the street and down the alley.

 Normally he wouldn’t bother with such things, things that didn’t concern him. Something about it though.. It rang to strange for him not to go poking around. The attacker was gone as soon as he skidded to a stop, a person crumpled on the ground in pain. His eyes held on who he believed to be the victim until he heard footsteps ahead, looking up to see who was approaching.

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nights are long + elusivepetrovafire

Nights are long in New Orleans. Like. Really, really ridiculously long. Not like it was safe when the sun came up with day walking vampires, werewolves and witches that ran a whole section of the city. It was like Fright Night on speed but however bad days were (bad, just saying), the nights were worse.

Take tonight. Sam wasn’t hunting anything but anything found him anyway and left him covered in blood and bruises. His bruises, the others blood. What got him was that he wasn’t scared of what he fought and killed, if he was honest he was worried about the reaction from the other supernatural creatures in the quarter when they found out a hunter put a monster in the ground. He wasn’t even sure what it was, just that it had fur. A lot of it.

It was over. Sam was dragging himself through the ninth ward with a machete hanging from his hand and yeah he was kinda in no mood and so ignoring whoever or whatever was following him. Quiet and to himself in a sigh, “Crap.”

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Katerina Petrova was growing impatient with the lack of happenings in this supernaturally charged residential area. Hope was back where she belonged and she had one pissed off Old One to deal with on the constant. Seeing Elijah didn’t help deal with the new conscious she’d managed to lose the expertise of controlling since her time spent in hell. “Call me back or I promise you that what happens next isn’t going to be something you’re much in favor of.” Feelings aside there was no way that she could let that little Mikaelson brat stay here much longer. If she had to make it rain blood than so be it. Katherine wasn’t going to lose her own place in this world because of some big, ugly demon God King and its obvious inability to keep a wrap on things until the final show. Once she tucked her phone safely back into her pocket she was able to more clearly focus on the presence that shadowed the silhouette of her own. “You looking for something or are you just aiming to piss me off with all the gawking?” The demon hadn’t even bothered to look back to see whom it was she was directing such a venomous hatred at, but then again she hadn’t ever really cared all that much who got hurt in the line of Katherine— being well, Katherine.

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After Dark | Open

Allison had done a little digging around town by herself, but she came up empty handed. She’d hung around The Bronze for most of the night and now it was pushing towards 1 am. Absolutely nothing seemed out of the ordinary -- almost as if supernaturals didn’t lurk around every corner of this city. Walking towards her black Camry which she had parked a couple blocks away from the club the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Allison felt like someone was watching her -- or worse, following her. It made her palms sweat to the huntress found herself walking just a tad faster towards her car. As she arrived at her vehicle she could almost sense someone was nearby -- her hunter instincts screaming off the radar Allison unlocked her car -- opened the door and turned around. “I know you’re there and isn’t it a little cliche to follow a girl around at night?” Allison’s dark eyes scanned the scene before her and for a split second she swore she saw someone underneath the street-light. “Hello?” She called out, annoyance ringing in her voice. 

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Isn’t That Peculiar

Drusilla stood outside the gates of the Laffayette Cemetery, her hands hovering at the entrance with her eyes closed, feeling the energy and enchantments warding it.

“Isn’t that peculiar...” she murmured to herself Drusilla lifted her head to look at the gates. “Place for the dead, doesn’t allow all the dead.”

She turned slightly sensing someone behind her, “It’s funny, isn’t it?”

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He’s sat down on one of the chairs at the cafe’s terrace, his fingertips tapping nervously against the table’s wood as he read the newspaper, waiting for his order to arrive. School had just finished and Scott had decided that it’d be a good idea to sit down and have a coffee. His eyes scanned over the local newspaper laying in front of him, nothing interesting seemed to have happened in the town, seeing as the headline was all about american football, which was something he didn’t quite understand. A sigh parted the male’s lips but soon enough the light in his eyes brightened as the waiter appeared with his coffee and carrot cake piece. After thanking him, the waiter left and soon enough he was already taking small bites of the delicious cake in front of him, but soon he stopped as he saw someone approaching him. His brows furrowed as he gazed up at the other, resting the fork on the place he swallowed down the piece of cake he had in his mouth.

“Uh.. You need anything?” He asked, as he looked up. “You can sit down if y’want.”