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▒ ╳ ╸ʟɪᴀʀ.

    ❛alright.❜ his eyebrows raise, and the challenge is accepted.  ❛you got a gun?❜

     ❛does it look like i gotta gun? -----i know someone who does, but you’ll have to get it, or they’ll shoot me.❜ she’s NOT kidding. 

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▒ ╳ ╸ʟɪᴀʀ.

       ❛nah mate, i’m tellin’ ya. this umbrella? fuckin’ bulletproof.❜

     ❛that’s unrealistic.❜  says the werewolf. ❛prove it then.❜

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mxriad.

        ❛..that’s bullshit. you’re so lying.❜

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▒ ╳ ╸ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴀɴᴄᴇ.

    ❛what d’you mean they wouldn’t believe me?❜

         ❛your word against mine? p l e a s e.❜

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▒ ╳ ╸ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴀɴᴄᴇ.

      ❛but, surely, if you HAD done it,   and you had gotten         away with it, you wouldn’t brag about it openly to me.❜

     ❛or maybe i am because no one would         believe you anyway.  i’m a bitch like that.❜

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▒ ╳ ╸ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴀɴᴄᴇ.

    ❛if that had happened, you would have been       expelled or put in azkaban. —— or both.❜

       ❛or maybe, they just haven’t found out yet.❜

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▒ ╳ ╸ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴀɴᴄᴇ.

                                                          & Alexis.

   ❛d’you know that sneaking out after      hours is against school rules?❜

     ❛did you know i once stabbed a kid in the         eye for talking to me? ----------- fuck off.❜

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MUSE LIST !!

LAURA HALE ; teen wolf ; active.

CLAIRE DEARING ; jurassic world ; active.

MULTI-MUSE ; semi-active.

HARLEY QUINN ; dc ; hiatus.

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▒ ╳ ╸ʀᴇᴅɴᴇᴄᴋ.

    ❛ that’s why you don’t take ‘em off. dumbass. ❜

      ❛..shut up. ain’t no one perfect.❜

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▒ ╳ ╸ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ.

     while sam’s ignorance to the situation at hand had been      entertaining for joseph to begin with, his patience is now      beginning to wear thin. hearing the murderer talk about      nikki as if she is a possession – nothing more than a toy      – it has his teeth grinding together in his mouth, his hand      clenching into a fist around the newspaper he had been      reading previous to sam’s arrival.

                                         ❝ listen to me, samuel, and listen well.       for years, i                                              watched  you  abuse  that  poor  girl,   unbeknownst                                              even to her.       maybe there was something i could                                              have done, maybe not.    but you  k i l l e d  her, and                                              now you expect, what?     that i’d let you continue to                                              hurt her for the rest of the eternity we’ll spend here?                                              i don’t think so.           if i had known what you were                                              capable of,   i would have killed you myself,  years                                              ago.      so try and intimidate me again. just try and                                              keep me away from her.       i can p r o m i s e you,                                              you’re   wasting   nobody’s   time   but   your   own. ❞

          jaw clenches as he GENEROUSLY allows the other ghost t i m e to talk, to attempt to threaten him, to attempt to take nikki from him -- he won’t & he can’t. they share a bond, when their blood spilled, it spilt together & now they were here forever, together. eyes narrow at the accusations, lips curling as anger began to boil once more; he’s not a calm man ghost, never has been & never will be.. especially when it involved what belonged to him. gaze shifts, making sure the girl in question isn’t around to h e a r this pathetic speech & once assured they’re alone, a sinister smirk grows upon his lips. once joseph finishes, sam leans in, unphased by his threat or his smart comments, in fact, he’s amused. 

          ❛you’re a funny little man. i don’t have to keep her away              from you, you know w h y ?   because she’s loyal, because              she  knows  she’s  mine.  you’re  wasting  your  own  time,              buddy.  not  even  death  has  kept  us  apart, you think i’m              gonna  let  you  ruin  it,  think  again. you’re supposed to be              a smart man.❜

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▒ ╳ ╸ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ.

     he smirks and snatches the jacket from her      fingertips, before giving it one good shake &      holding it out for her to slip her arms into. the      whole time, the smug smirk remains on his      features, accompanied by an innocent raise      of his eyebrows and tilt of his head.

                                         ❝at l e a s t let me walk you to the bar.                                             it’s not safe  for a pretty girl like you                                             to be walking around alone at  night.❞

        the annoyance is heavy in her features, lips pressing into a firm line before a HARD exhale is forced, making sure to exaggerate the all around feeling. though, it’s late & quite frankly, she’s given up on fighting the relentless demon, no matter h o w polite his charade is. with her jacket held up, she aggressively places herself in it, shrugging her shoulders hard to rid his hands before she’s moving to grab the motel keys -- if he followed, he followed, there’s not much she can do about that. 

           ❛you & i both know i’m more than capable of taking               care of myself.. --------don’t call me pretty again.❜

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▒ ╳ ╸ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ.

   ❛what’s THAT supposed to mean?❜ 

    ❛you’re a relatively smart guy, peter -----work it out.❜

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▒ ╳ ╸ғᴏᴜʀ.

      he waits,  watching her with narrowed eyes,  until       he’s CERTAIN she truly  understands the danger       she could put herself in by   throwing around that       kind of accusation.    as soon as he believes her,       he strips himself of his black leather coat     and       strides across the hallway into the training room.

     ❛yes. it’s sloppy.  it’ll get you through the first stage,       but you’ll need to be in the  top  half  of the board to       make it through stage two.❜

       given the loss of someone due to.. things happening, she’s not prepared to put herself in the same situation hence her quickened silence. though with the subject change & the unnecessary comment about her skills, or lack of, it’s easy to forget the former conversation. she follows, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as she’s aware, he’s only trying to help. 

         ❛define sloppy? ..i know. so you’re going to help, right?❜

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▒ ╳ ╸ᴀᴍɪᴛʏ.

    ❛no, no. i’m definitely in the right place but thank       you for your concern. my name’s luisa.❜

..thank heavens eric isn't here.

                ❛..right. christina, sorry, where did you say you came from?❜

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▒ ╳ ╸ʜᴀʏᴇs.

        he throws  a glance  over  violet’s  right shoulder         at their fearless leader,   standing with his arms         crossed over his chest,     watching EACH and         every move closely, ready to catch any slip-ups.

        ❛aw. c’mon, amity, that’s not true, is it? if it were,           you might have actually landed a PUNCH.❜

         he steps forward and throws another blow in the          direction of her jaw in order to punctuate his own          statement perfectly. 

                       ❛try a little harder, VIOLET. remember;                          your life D E P E N D S on it.❜

       it’s the fact he’s watching that encourages her to get up off the floor once more, fists raising as her tongue swipes across her bloodied lip, spitting the excess crimson liquid that had gathered in her mouth. mouth twitches momentarily, forming -- what could be described as -- a snarl. though even with the knowledge of his mannerisms before his hits, she was yet again too slow to respond & was hitting the floor harshly once more when the blow landed. eyes blink hard, clicking her jaw back into place before she was slowly lifting herself once more. this time, she’s not doing it for their leader, or to prove to o t h e r s she’s worthy of being here. no, she does this because he’s an asshole. 

       a bloodied smile is offered once standing straight, an attempt to make her next move a startle to the male. she charges, bending to wrap her arms around his middle, attempting to lift him only slightly to then slam him down on his back; getting him on the floor would give her the biggest advantage.