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Post by bliss WIlde on Jan 9, 2010 23:12:36 GMT -5
Bliss walked down the streets of New York City. It was how she spent most of her nights. Waking up the usual morning She made sure to feed her dogs Bud and Lou, walk them and come back. She Usually spent most of her time by herself trying. Bliss would normally read a book, listen to music and just walk at night time. She usually patrolled the streets to find someone she can steal from.
Now walking the streets Bliss wore a white long sleeve tunic, black skinny jeans under a pair of black high heeled boots that came just up to her knee and a leather jacket. Bliss's hair was kept down and and straight. her eyes were a sapphire green that simply glowed in the night sky.
Bliss looked around her and was heading to central park. It was an easy place where most tourist went when at night they shouldn't have. She was looking for that one person to try and take from and it would be easy. She did not steal from people who really did not have much. Bliss stole from those greedy people who could care less about the money they spent. It was always easy. She would follow them and and when they made that wrong turn away she would grab their wallets so fast they would not notice. It was not fare though because Bliss had an advantage. She was quicker then most humans. She was different. It was probably the one thing she liked about herself. Because most of the time she did not.
Bliss got to the park and sat on the bench. She leaned back and took a deep breath letting the air fill her lungs and the small cold air out of her mouth. She watched at the lights of New York city glowed and she could not help but love the city that much more. It was something about this place that made it home to her and she did not mind it at all. She had never been anywhere else and as much as she would like to see the world she knew she would always come back here. New York was her home and she felt that in her heart. Bliss folded her legs and twirled the locket on her neck. Not remembering who she was then it was the one thing that gave her a sense of Identity.
That is when she noticed him. The man with the lovely brief case walking past her. He had the nice suit the glasses and everything. Bliss slowly followed him and watched him walk around with his blue tooth on his ear chatting away. Bliss sped up to catch up with him and when he reached the news paper stand was where she smiled and knew this was her chance for opportunity. She walked closely behind him and the moment he turned his head to reach for the wall street journal she plucked the lovely wallet out of his pocket. She continued walking and heard him slowly cursing himself about his wallet. She walked deeper inside the park and and took out the money which was roughly around a thousand dollars and threw his wallet in the trash. She walked back to the bench and smiled. This was her rent for next month.
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Post by * Barret Drystan on Jan 11, 2010 11:30:54 GMT -5
 What a night...
Moving at a brisk pace, the soft thudding of boots on concrete announced the arrival of a young man to the bustling city of New York as he moved up the steps of the subway station and onto the street. Though his mussed hair and very distinguishable trucker's cap said otherwise, he appeared almost as a resident of the mighty metropolis, the way he did not even bother to pause once he exited the station, no need to check his location or figure out his orientation. With confidence he hung a right and crossed a street without looking up or reading signs, confident in his sense of direction and clearly a man who knew his way around manhattan.
Or at least, so a human would assume.
In truth, the mechanic was a southern boy from Louisiana, having been to the massive city of New York only once or twice before this night. He hadn't a clue what street he was on or what station he'd gotten off at. What he did know, however, was his sense of smell. With a predetermined goal in mind, it was easy for him to simply track his target via the scent that permeated the midnight air, leading him along an ice cold wind dusted path toward the largest area of tree and shrubbery: central park. He had no need for signs or arrows. Nature was doing all of that for him.
Shivering slightly in the winter wind, the male werewolf pulled his shoulders up protectively, shielding his exposed neck for a moment while his gloved hands fiddled with the front of the dark gray jacket, folding a velcro-covered flap over to protect himself. He'd only just purchased the jacket, as he'd never been to the north in the winter time and, living in New Orleans, he never had a reason to own winter clothing, so a bright paper tag swung from its plastic at the end of one sleeve. The werewolf paid it no mind, shoving his black clothed hands into the deep pockets of his coat, his dark work boots still scuffling along the side walk. It'd taken him almost an hour in over three different stores just to find a jacket that suit his needs, he didn't want to bother with the tag.
Turning into the entrance of the large park, the lycan slowed his pace a little, trying to appear inconspicuous as he sniffed the air a little bit, searching for... something. What could only be speculated by onlookers. Following the scent on the dry wind, he made his way well into the park, passing a young woman sitting on a bench, as well as four or five other people as he traveled. But by the time he reached the end of the path, his trail had gone cold, whisked away in the winter wind. Defeated, he was forced to double back, grumbling to himself. After shopping and traveling all the way from Louisiana and being crammed like a sardine into a subway car, this night was proving to be less than enjoyable.
Rounding a corner, the brunette wolfen was distracted by a suddenly familiar face. The woman from before was walking his way casually, he attention diverted toward a small brown wallet she clutched in her hand. Gingerly, and with surprising grace, she plucked the money out of its hiding place before haphazardly discarding the wallet in a nearby trashcan. This surprised the young werewolf, normally people don't throw out their own wallets. Trying to look inconspicuous until the woman had passed, he was quick to leap at the trash can once she was out of sight and earshot, hastily grabbing the wallet and peering at it through hazel eyes. The photograph within the wallet belonged to a middle-aged man whom he did not recognize... but he did recognize that it was not a fair young woman's wallet.
Narrowing his gaze, the mechanic moved to follow the woman's path. Though he took a wrong turn more than once (as he was not the best tracker in the world), he did eventually find himself approaching and then standing beside the bench on which she was seated. His shadow loomed over her a bit, cast down from a tall street light behind him, forming a strong silhouette across the planks of the wooden bench. Without waiting for the woman to notice his presence, he held out the wallet, holding it for a moment before letting it drop onto the bench with a "slap", as though to punctuate a sentence... or, in this case, to begin one.
"Now, I ain't one to pry or nuthin' ma'am, but I got this funny feelin' that ain't your wallet."
He paused, refilling his pocket with his hand, already chilled by the cold. It marveled him how people native to this area could stand the cold so much, so easily. But he let that thought drift away from him as he continued, letting a bit of a smirk crawl across his stubbled face.
"Which means that money you took out of it ain't yours either." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Post Status: Complete
Word Count: 842
Muse Status: Above-Average
Summary: Drystan, after exiting a subway station, walks down the road into Central Park, passing Bliss on the way in and seeing her again as he doubles back. He watches her pull the money out and toss the wallet, and, curious, investigates. Finding the wallet is stolen, he follows her and confronts her about it.
Comments: Wow! This was a long post. x3 But my muse was feeling pretty good at the time. Don't worry. You DO NOT have to match the length of this post in your reply. Not at all. Haha. XD
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Post by bliss WIlde on Jan 14, 2010 12:20:58 GMT -5
Bliss was sitting down and pocketed the money she had just received. Feeling the cold air hit her cheeks she was thinking of blowing this joint and heading back home. She blew out the cold air and that is when she heard the slap sound of the wallet beside her. She closed her eyes for a second and was hoping it was not a cop but the moment she took another deep breath she noticed the air was different. She noticed something was off about the person standing behind her.
Bliss was not scared, she was simply amused to see who the person was behind her. Bliss green eyes turn and she turned her head up word to see a guy who it was pretty obvious he did not belong. It was also his voice when he talked to her. Her eyes gazed over him a bit to slowly figure him out. She noticed the jacket and a small tag hanging from his sleeve. It was easy enough to know that even that kind of style was not necessarily a New York style.
Bliss turned, her knees now hitting the bench so that she was faced to wards him she pulled out her hand and snapped off the tag on his sleeve. She has done it so much that she knew how to break off tag so swiftly that it never did an ounce of damage. Bliss did not know what to do about the wallet she did not know why this guy was even in her business. He is not a cop, she knew a lot of cop in New York she made sure to pay close attention to them. What bothered her the most was that she should have been more aware of her surroundings. She should have picked off that people were around. How careless of her. Next time she would just have to be more private in her matters.
Bliss let out a smile. Her voice was soft and nice.
"Well are you asking me? Because I don't think I have to answer that."
She watched him and was interested in why he was different. She came a bit closer so she was faced to face with him.
"So where are you from?" Bliss asked him
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Post by * Barret Drystan on Jan 15, 2010 20:23:26 GMT -5
Standing beside the bench, the southern werewolf waited patiently for the woman to respond, the grin remaining where it was plastered onto his face. Or perhaps it was frozen. It was difficult to tell at this point. With every passing moment, he wanted more and more to get his hands on a mug full of black coffee or cuddle up with a space heater. And he'd only discovered space heaters when his sister moved to New York. He'd never had a reason to have one in Louisiana.
Rolling his shoulders a little bit in an attempt to warm up a bit with the movement, hazel gaze drifted slightly, first toward the wallet, then toward some leaves that scattered along the pavement before snapping back to the woman once again, attracted by her decision to finally speak up. Her words confused the dull headed mechanic at first. He'd been prepared for quite a few sentences to come out of her mouth, but none of them even compared to her haphazard dismal of the situation. Why he hadn't expected that, though, seemed pretty ignorant on his part, when he thought about it.
While scrambling for a response, he was effectively distracted by another question, and he blinked a few times in very minor surprise, as though shocked she could even figure out that he was not from around here. That was when he noticed the tag crushed in her hand and took a moment to inspect his jacket curiously before smiling, genuinely impressed and not at all put off by her decision to close the distance between them. He was not the kind of guy to be nervous around women.
"New Orleans, Louisiana, ma'am, born an' raised."
He paused a moment, his eyes betraying his nature a bit by following the sensuous leather-clad curves of the creature before him. He was about to snap them back to her face hastily, but the wallet on the bench caught his eye again and he was able to return to task at hand, grinning again.
"Why? What's that gotta do with the money ya' stole?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Post Status: Complete
Word Count: 345
Muse Status: Average
Summary: Drystan continues to chat with Bliss, casually. He doesn't notice when she takes the tag from his coat but is impressed when he notices it is missing.
Comments: Sorry I wasn't around to reply to this immediately. Just started school again. x3
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Post by bliss WIlde on Jan 16, 2010 0:19:37 GMT -5
Bliss knew the scent a little bit more it was almost as if he was like her. She watched him move a bit, she guess he was probably called. He was from the south and weather is in many ways different then being up north. Bliss was so used to it by now that it never bothered her anymore. Bliss watched as the people were passing by and a bum rambling to himself like usual.
Bliss looked back at the wallet that he again mentioned. Bliss sighed, she always had a rush when it came to stealing things. It was exciting taking something that did not belong to you. Feeling the rush of not getting caught. Granted Bliss took the money and made a living for herself on it amongst other things but it was one of the things Bliss enjoyed and just could not help it.
When she did not notice his scent at first Bliss was thinking either he was a cop or someone one she could rip off. But she knew something was off. Something in his hazel eyes or the way something in her gut was telling her something. Bliss giggled to herself it was refreshing to hear someone new to the city. Bliss heard many people but never bothered to interact with them and to finally have that chance was pretty cool.
Bliss thought of the man she stole from. She played it out on her head how he would react but she did not feel bad at all. He maybe had a family but he had the life and she took it and made herself a life. She knew she did not have to answer this guys question but she decided to be nice and just give him a little bit of her stealing the money.
'It has nothing to do with the money at all. Just simply pointing out that you are not from around here. Not a lot of people say Ma'am in New York. Well actually no one does." Bliss said
Bliss grabbed the wallet and opened it back up. Staring at the picture and then closing the wallet back down. Bliss stood up and put the wallet back in her pocket. She'll just drop it in the mailbox to send it back to him. She was going to keep the money and that was that. She looked back at him.
"Why are you so interested in the wallet. But look if it makes you feel better this guy has loads of money I don't think he'll miss it. He makes money like this every second." Bliss said to him
Bliss watched him again. she shrugged her shoulders and started to walk.
"Come on. Lets get out of the cold and get something to eat. My treat." Bliss said her head over her shoulders.
Bliss never was really nice and when it came to people she never bothered at all getting to know them. Bliss like staying in the shadows and out of people way. It was something she was used to and she did not want that to change. But today Bliss was interested and she wanted to know more about him then just flatly assuming what she was already guessing. Bliss needed to make sure she was certain.
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Post Status: Complete
Word Count: 553
Muse Status: Pretty Good
Summary: Bliss is pretty interested in who this guy is. She is not used to talking to people and keeps to herself. Bliss has a feeling hes a wolf like her but is not sure. Bliss has never met anyone else like her.
Comments: I actually enjoyed writing this. I felt a bit inspired. And I know how you feel with school me too.
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Post by * Barret Drystan on Jan 17, 2010 23:37:24 GMT -5
Noticing her giggle with his very keen ears, the Louisiana boy let his facial features sag a bit, exchanging his grin for a blank look of something between confusion and curiosity. He would've asked what she'd found so funny had her laughter been more prominent, but he felt as though it was not part of the conversation and that inquiring would have made the situation too confusing. Still... he couldn't help but wonder.
It wasn't that he wasn't used to being laughed at. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Any trips he made up here to New York always involved someone somewhere saying something about his accent or the worn-looking trucker's hat that rested in his chestnut hair. The comments weren't always mean, of course, and when they were, he was quick to dismiss them. But he always... wondered why someone like him was so... different. Well aside from the obvious reasons. Many of the men in New York were wealthy for example. He, of course, was not. But that was far from any decent reason to be laughed at.
Distracted by his train of thought, the southern lycan watched his female companion with a bit of a dazed stare, following her hand as it scooped up the wallet and tucked it into a pocket. He heard her comment about people in New York and his noticeable accent, but his current train of thought caused him to receive it improperly, finding himself a little worried that he had annoyed her with the way that he spoke. He'd later find this deduction ridiculous but, for now, he simply kept quiet.
When the prospect of food came up in conversation, however, his attention shifted, and he was lit with a smile once again.
"Aw, no foolin'? I ain't never had nobody treat me ta' food before. Least not food they didn't make themselves."
Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he briefly adjusted his coat before skipping a step or two to catch up with his evening companion, talking the whole way.
"Especially not in New York city. Hella' expensive stuff up here... Though New Orleans ain't really that cheap neither..."
He fell into step beside the other shifter, walking in the shadow she cast from the lights on the far side of the path they were following, quieting for a moment when he noticed his sudden rambling. He had a habit of talking too much sometimes and purposefully inserted a pause just then to avoid being a nuisance. But in that moment he made a realization and turned his gaze back unto the woman he'd met only minutes ago.
"Hang on... You're gonna use that poor feller's money, aren't you?"
He realized after he said it how condescending that sounded and, after thinking about it for a second or two, followed it up with a bit of a thoughtful grunt of sorts and a redirection of his gaze.
"I mean, I guess if you ain't gonna return it, I can't tell ya' what ta' spend it on. But... don't it bother you that it's stolen?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Post Status: Complete
Word Count: 505
Muse Status: Average
Summary: Drystan finds himself excited by the prospect of food and immediately follows Bliss' lead. He knows nothing about New York City and is more than willing to do anything for free food. But he remembers the stolen money and can't keep his naturally honest honest demeanor from voicing his personal disapproval of theft.
Comments: I can tell. x3 It was a good post. :3 |
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Post by bliss WIlde on Jan 20, 2010 22:07:23 GMT -5
Bliss walked down the streets of New York city. She was looking for her favorite place to eat. She knew it was close by. Bliss knew automatically where she was going all she did was walk these streets and she figured out where many places were by just simply walking. She walked past a crowds while they stared up in the night sky. It was sadly one of the annoying things about walking. When the tourist had no idea what was going on around them and just flat out stop to stare at the building lights.
Funny thing about the lights was that Bliss loved New York City for that reason. They way the city looked like a halo of lights that surrounded her. Bliss shivered as the cold breeze hit her skin. Bliss knew she should have brought a warmer jacket. Bliss felt her cheek slightly sting from the cold wind pushing against her. Bliss cheeks were slightly red against her pale skin. Bliss felt her teeth chatter a few times and she tucked her hands into her pocket to warm them.
Bliss listened to him talk about how New Orleans was different. She listened to his every word and enjoyed it. Bliss was not much of a talked and to have someone just simply talk to her was nice. She was not used to having anyone talk to her. For once it was nice to have company other then her dogs. Yet that did not stop Bliss from wondering what was up with him. Bliss was not used to having her senses off and it was like he was like her but Bliss could not pin point it.
Bliss could not flat out ask him what she thought he was. Hell how do you go about asking that kind of question to someone Bliss thought to herself. Bliss bit her lip trying to think when her thoughts were interrupted when he asked her about stealing the mans wallet. Bliss's fingers gazed the leather wallet in her pocket. She thought about how he must have felt and thought if he had a family. Bliss though shook it out of her head.
Bliss never allowed herself to feel a moment of that. She did not think about it and she did not care. She would have guessed he was pissed off that he lost his money and practically his identity. Yet Bliss did not care. Bliss stopped walking and turned toward the man walking beside her. She looked at him and shrugged.
"I don't really care anymore. It gets boring after awhile. But he was probably going to spend it on his mistress anyways. But look if it makes you feel better I'll put his wallet in a mail box and send it back to him. But the money stays with me. He probably get loads of it in seconds anyways. Why? Does it bother you? Bliss said and continued to walk
Bliss made sure to stay in step with him. It was actually interesting in her part to even be near a human pretense. Bliss finally stopped walking and reached a burger joint she was looking for. Bliss smiled to herself. This was the best place to grab a good burger and meal. It wasn't fancy and Bliss didn't care. Bliss walked inside and hoped he followed her in. She still wanted to get to know him and find out some more about who he is. Bliss walked inside and sat on the booth.
"So what bring you to New York? Do you have a name?" Bliss asked him.
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summery: Bliss continues to walk down the streets of New york city and is wondering who he is and how to go about asking what he is.
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Post by * Barret Drystan on Jan 23, 2010 19:07:59 GMT -5
The southerner was surprised when his companion turned to him rather suddenly. He almost flat out walked past her, but his reflexes were supernaturally quick and, despite having been looking elsewhere, managed to stop only about half a step beyond where she had. His hazel gaze watched her curiously, the golden yellow ring around each pupil highlighted by the brightly illuminated skyscrapers in the area, almost fueled by their light.
He immediately felt apologetic. The poor girl seemed almost defensive about the stolen wallet, and for a moment, the lycan wondered if he was being too bothersome about it. He was such a gentle soul, he tried not to bother people or pry into the business of others. But stealing was just so... wrong, in his mind, he simply couldn't let the thought pass without some sort of closure. After all, he wasn't crazy, not the only one who was against stealing. It's technically against the law, she could get in trouble for it. It's not something that should be taken so lightly, or so he believed anyway. Still, he hadn't meant to be the morality police, especially not in a place so strange or with someone whose name he didn't even know and immediately felt the need to apologize. He wasn't trying to change the poor girl's mind: her life was her life. Yet she'd completely flipped around on her status in the matter, and her nightly companion couldn't help but feel like it was his fault somehow.
"Alright, alright..."
He nodded with a bit of a sheepish smile, putting up his hands in defeat before following her once again. As he turned to continue walking, his hat shifted where it rested atop his head and he haphazardly reached up to adjust it while they walked.
"I wasn't tryin' ta start nuthin', I was just sayin'. You don't know that fella, maybe he was gonna buy somethin' pretty for his wife or his son or somethin', you never know. I may not be from around 'ere but I know not every guy in this city is a jerk with a hooker stashed in his closet."
Keeping the mood light, he gave a pleasantly laugh at his own minor joke, trying to imagine some half naked women shoved tightly together in a tiny enclosed area, tangled up in coats and panties. Though most men would find that arousing, the surprisingly daft lycan from Louisiana simply found it cartoonish and amusing. At least in his mind.
As they reached their destination, he paused just outside the door to look up in awe at the tower sky scraper just beyond the small restaurant, distracted by its sheer size and brilliantly shining glass windows, through which shadows and silhouettes of people cooking, cleaning and dancing could be seen. Without shame, he let his jaw hang open a bit, hazel eyes wide with wonder, but he was brought back down to earth by the gust of warm air that whisked out of the open glass door. With only a second of extra hesitation he hurried inside, following his hostess to a booth nearby.
Very keen on his manners, the mechanic was quick to remove his jacket and hat, placing them on the unused seat beside him before sitting himself. This of course revealed a rather messy head of hair, but he quickly ran a hand through it three or four times until it was an even amount of "scruffy" all over, not unlike the backside of a saint bernard. It was even the same color: a dark but very warm brown, lit by the bright restaurant lights. It went well with the light yellow t-shirt he was wearing, its dark hue matching the black baggy jeans that covered his legs. Once settled, he looked across the table with another of his pleasant smiles.
"Drystan. Barret Daniel Drystan tha' second, but people just call me Drystan usually, since my dad goes by Barret... But you can call me whatever ya like. Barret, Drystan, D. My stupid friends who live out in Queens call me Spit, but they like to get on me about bein' from Louisiana so... I don't really mind none though. You can call me that if ya want."
Fidgeting in his seat like an excited child, the newly introduced Drystan gave the restaurant a good once over. It was nothing fancy but it was still unlike any of the places he ate regularly. The floor was nicely tiled, the seats were plush and comfortable, and the air was filled with some sort of soft rock. It was gentle, yet upbeat, nothing like the jazz and soul music he listened to down south.
"I came to New York for work mostly. My co-workers sent me up 'ere to find somethin' for 'em but, since I also got family up here, I decided to make a trip outta' it. My sister lives on 92nd. Hella' an apartment too. Her husband's a dentist."
Catching himself rambling again, he used a nearby menu as an excuse to pause looking it over rather briefly. He ended up staring at it a little longer than he intended to. The small menu was propped up against the window to his left, where his impaired eyesight forced him to squint a little bit. But, worried about revealing the blindness of his generally normal-looking left eye, he was quick to give up and redirect his attention.
"What's your name?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Post Status: Complete
Word Count: 896
Muse Status: Must be very good if I made a post that long XD
Summary: Drystan decides to ultimately drop the stolen wallet subject, unwilling to pry into other people's business. He worries about being a nuisance. As they enter the restaurant, he becomes noticeably excited by the prospect of eating a meal in New York city. A simple southern boy, he is easily impressed. Even the simple diner is enough to make him fidget excitedly, which causes him to ramble a little bit as he converses. He catches himself. Unlike Bliss, however, he has not taken any notice to the possibility of her lycanthropy. He is too mindlessly distracted by the food and the city.
Comments: Wow that was a crazy fun post. XD Once again, I don't expect you to match it's length. I'm not really all that stingy about post lengths. x3 |
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Post by bliss WIlde on Feb 3, 2010 18:21:56 GMT -5
Bliss listened to him about his name. She smiled and leaned in to hear him better. It was interesting how he had a sister and a life. Bliss never had that luxury. Bliss never knew about her life or if she even had a sister. She knew she had a mother but did not even remember her. Bliss looked down and grabbed the locket around her neck. Touching it only seemed to make her feel better but that was not enough for her. Bliss wish she knew more of the women in the locket. Bliss knew she wanted to know her old life again but for some reason Bliss felt like that would never happen.
Bliss's mind was interrupted when the waitress came by and asked what she was drinking Bliss ordered a sprite. Bliss could figure out what she wanted but waited for her new found friend to think of what he was getting. Was that what he was a friend? Bliss never really had much friends and to think that this was the start was exciting she never talked to anyone and to her he seemed different almost like her. She still was not sure of her assumptions but she was just enjoying this moment. It felt like she was not alone for once. Bliss smiled when she asked her name.
"My name is Bliss Wilde. And last name is pronounced Wild. But I prefer Bliss. I am sorry if I offended you or bothered you by me stealing money. Lets just say I do this thing a lot and I don't steal from people that I do not think deserve it. I have lived in New york my entire life and know which people are good and which one's are the bad one's if you want to call them that." Bliss said
"Sorry I don't mean to ramble. I just don't normally talk to people." Bliss giggled
It was true Bliss normally kept to herself and never once tried to talk to anyone. Never even fell in love. Hell never knew what love even meant. Her entire life she spent it alone and Bliss did not mind it. Yet today was different maybe because it was they way she sensed he was different because if he didn't Bliss probably would have brushed him off and went on her way but like earlier she needed to find out for sure what he was.
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word count: 400
Comments: Sorry I had soo much school and work this week I had no time what so ever.
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