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Elle still didn't know about the supernatural entities in the world. Nor would she believe in them until she had proof, nevertheless she lifted a finger to her bottom lip. A soft smile overwhelming her features.

   "Very well, thanks for asking. And yourself?"

The blond briefly looked into the brunettes dark hues.

   ”Elle Webber. It’s, uh, nice to meet you, Madeline.” 

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   "Oh really? How interesting. And what exactly brings you to town? It can't be the nice scenery, you don't exactly look like a botanist."

   ”Right. I haven’t exactly been around town very long, but I’m sure I haven’t seen you out and about. Are you new?”

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Just be glad I don’t flip my hair. I’d own you.

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   be right back, I have to do chores..

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Elle kept her cool, sliding both hands into her own coat pockets. She could feel the electric sparks come together within her, but she wasn't ready to go all supersain on the poor guy. If anything did go wrong, she could always electrocute him.

   "Nice to meetcha Sam, I'm sure. The name's Elle Webber."

apparentlyimstubborn was influenced by electricity

   ”Do you have a name, Sasquatch?”

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   "Right. I haven't exactly been around town very long, but I'm sure I haven't seen you out and about. Are you new?"

   ”I’m sure it’s a pleasure, Dean. I’m Elle, Elle Webber.”

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   "I'm sure it's a pleasure, Dean. I'm Elle, Elle Webber."

   ”Uh, hey. Is there a name that goes with your pretty face?”

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   "Do you have a name, Sasquatch?"

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   "Uh, hey. Is there a name that goes with your pretty face?"

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   now I wanna rp with a dean..because KB and JA, do I need to explain?

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— John Green, The Fault In Our Stars

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The blond briefly looked into the brunettes dark hues.

   "Elle Webber. It's, uh, nice to meet you, Madeline." 

“Hello I’m Madeline Salvatore, and you are?” The brunette asked politely, glancing over her company warily for a moment. 

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   "And what's that supposed to mean? You aren't making a whole lot of sense, kid. Maybe you'd like a trip to the looney bin."

many people are all up in your business;

—Do you mind? Trying to save the world here from a Reaper threat. Jeez.

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This blond had only been circling around the dull as dishwater town for about an hour, resting on the hood of her car was a daily habit she had been doing since she got her license. The pads of her fingertips lightly brushed over her miscellaneous scribbles in her sketch pad. The dark markings of electricity forming in the palm of the figure. But then an unfamiliar man walked up to her, and she let a small smile tug at the corners of her lips.

Elle tilted her head a few fractions, pursing her lips as her eyes focused on the man who stood in front of her. And when he spoke; she scoffed ever so lightly in response. Hopping down off of the hood of her black camero, she sauntered over to him as she crossed her arms over her chest.

   "Sorry to burst your bubble, man. I don't stare. Ya know. But, it never hurts to be polite, so what's your name?"

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It never fails to confuse him by how one moment he’s battling walkers and the next he’s in some shitty motel in some town he could never remember the name of, back in a normal life again. But he’s gotten used to it by now since he missed civilization like this. Then again, sometimes he has to remind himself to relax since he didn’t have to watch his back that much anymore.

Stepping out of his motel room, he pulled his jacket on, contemplating on what he wanted to do while he was there. His green eyes looked around until they fell on a blonde. “Ya know, it’s not polite to stare.” 

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   I will be on tomorrow, but for now I must sleep.

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Normal wasn't in her vocabulary, it never was. She moved down the the path way, an old and once used sign was resting against the wall. Her powers ignited within her, sparks of blue colored electricity broke free from the restraints and kindled on the surface of the sign. But then, she let her hand drop to her side and let the sparks die out almost instantly for an unknown woman stood before her. 

   "Staring isn't polite."