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verixdisxquo-blog
Dylan Turner
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Uh, hey. I'm Dylan Turner. I used to be your average guy, until I was possessed by a demon. Thank God, that's out now. So, yeah. I'm Dylan and I'm not normal. Current M!A: ACCEPTING ((Supernatural Fandom, RP blog- willing to interact with any character- just shoot me a message! :D Tracked tag: virixdisxquo None of the .gifs I use are mine. Goes to the rightful owner and creator.))
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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((I'm out. I have a cold, so I had to stay home. It's getting worse.
So, I'm gonna curl up on the couch and watch a few movies and have a couple of coffees..
LIKE IF I OWE.))
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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The man's head propped up, from his guitar. "Hey. I'm Dylan." He stretched out an arm, just to introduce himself. He had a big smile on, his fingers burned from the calluses. "Sorry about that.."
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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"You're a hunter, huh? I know a few hunters. They did a pretty shitty job, if you ask me." Dylan returned a smile at the man before him. "Nice to meet you Luce. What would that be short for?"
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Lucifer looked at the man and decided in such a place he should act up. ” Yeah…I’m a hunter so I tend to get a bit scratched up.” He blinked and smiled. ” Luce.” 
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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Dylan watched the steam erupt from the Robotic being. He smiled back at him, "Oh, um.. Pop Rock, kind of stuff.." He replied, a little ashamed. "What about you? How many songs have you written?" 
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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"Uh, are you okay? Your face is a bit.. scratched.. I'm Dylan by the way.." The black haired man stepped a little closer to the blond, placing a hand on his shoulder.
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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"Hello! You have an awesome bowtie. Holy shit what the fuck is that?" Dylan's eyes moved to the blue police box behind the strange man in the suede jacket.
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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"Nice to meet you too, Rabbit!" Dylan smiled, soon turning into a small laugh. The design of the robot was remarkable. "Wait, you.. can sing?! I can too.." Dylan Turner had a question on his mind. "What kind of songs do you sing?"
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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"Oh my God. A black '67 Chevy Impala.. dude, where did you get this? She's gorgeous!"
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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"Woah!  A Robot! How awesome!"
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"Hi! I'm Dylan. Who are you?"
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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THAT'S FINE WITH ME
AS YOU WISH.
it’s painful, because bumbleboo is a fantastic rper, but i don’t know how well dean will do with an oc and dfjkbhvkdfjh he has such issues BUMBLEBOO WE SHOULD RP ON ONE OF MY OTHER ACCOUNTS
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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"You, my friend have an awesome jacket." Dylan raised his arm, gave the hunter a thumbs up. He was kind of hoping to be friends with guy. He looked awesome enough.
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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OH MY GOD.
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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OPEN ||
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"Hey, you want some'o dis?" 
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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never mind, it appeared :3
((That’s because I just fixed it. You’re welcome.))
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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I want to follow you but the follow button isn't appearing??
((I’LL FIX IT.))
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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I DO NOT I'M JUST BUSY
bumbleboo ignores me on kik, pass it on
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verixdisxquo-blog · 12 years ago
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OPEN || Just Another Day at the Office.
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"God, it is so boring here." Dylan chewed on the end of his pen, trying to work out his taxes. At this rate, he wasn't going to get them done by the end of tonight. He saw someone walk into the room, "Oh, hey. Can I help you?"
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