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𝕍𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒 Human Teen 16 Years Old Interactions: @Greed Mcknob Mentions: @Mr. Sparks _______________________ Her mother was yelling yet again about something utterly irrelevant to her. Taking a sip of her orange juice she continued to scroll through her timeline occasionally liking...

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🌢 Lenora Bishop He truly was odd, though she was a little taken back by the cold hand that returned her handshake. Lenora knew he wasn't like her, but now her curiosity grew as the many possibilities of what he could be flooded her mind. She relayed the few seconds of interaction in her head...

🌢 Lenora Bishop Deep crimson eyes laid hidden behind a pair of dark cat-eye sunglasses. The irritable vampire walked with her vision obscured as a tower of boxes rested in her arms. You don't realize how much junk you collect over the years, especially when you're immortal. Mostly outdated...

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Kimmy sighed thankfully finding her bag beside the couch, making her way to the front door she pulled on the worn-out tennis shoes. Giving a little hop to make sure they were tied comfortably, a habit she had done since she was young she found herself ready to go. Making her way out the door she...

Kimmy carefully folded the paper and frowned thoughtfully the swan she was trying to make had turned into a demented looking duck. Her uncombed hair tickled her nose causing it to scrunch up before she gently brushed it away. She stared wistfully at the swan-duck for a second longer, it's...