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“ Hello-lo-lo-lo… “ Annarose half expected some masked stranger to pop into view at the mouth of the alley way after her echo softened its existence into nothing. She laughed at the unneeded paranoia of her mind- even if someone came didn’t mean they were going to welcome her with open arms. Barely anyone lived in this town, and she was sure of that. Her eyelids felt heavy and the pavement seemed to embrace a few more hours of sleep she knew she couldn’t afford.

Squish squish. Annarose’s soaked maid shoes protested loudy as she rose to a stand, greeted with mini oceans flooding between her toes to which she frowned lightly at heading towards the closest source of food, the forest. The edge of it was no more than a few minutes walk as the forests had been her ways of traveling secretly to put more distance between the murder scenes. A line of thoughts filed into her mind while Annarose hummed Zelda’s lullaby. Wow, I must look like a walking circus, odd sights to see and music to accompany it. Before the slender girl was a few steps from the forest, a large black dumpster brushed by her shoulder. She stopped, squeezing a few more steps in after reassuring herself that only rats dug through dumpsters and it was filled with odd diseases that could probably turn her into a zombie.

Minutes later, piles of trash surrounded around the girl’s feet. Yes, she was really digging through a dumpster. A wave of happiness brightened her face when she believe she picked up a can half filled with food in the darkness, pulling it out into the dim light of the rainy skies.

Her eyes met a can of half present peas and a line of crimson blood running down her hand. The can’s lid cut her, the cut never stung until it met her stern eyes. “ Well, f***. Good thing no one lives here.” She mumbled, of course far from believing what had came out of her mouth. Out of impulse, she sprinted into the forest, one had dripping blood and the other hand dumping some old peas into her mouth. Who knew a can of food was a blessing and a possible death sentence at the same time?

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I'm open to most things really :3 im gonna post my rouge doing something here in a little lol

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yoyohayli said
Extreme planking: planking on a 1000+ year-old vampire

Hehe. Dying with great abs.

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*Tries to figure out what to do with wrong (i cant spell) rouge while picking up and snuggling Ursa-chan*
Dun worry haha, i use words too.

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Is this meant to be a place for everyones poems? or just yours, they're nice anyway? Slightly curious :3

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Annarose is rouge. That rouge life.

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ill never get over 'Momo" as a name. it reminds me of a cute monkey ^^ *facepalm*

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Major Ursa said
It's a boy!:D

BAHAHAHAHAHA.

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This is me when i squeeze into my skinny jeans

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Annarose, Rouge

Annarose clutched the hilt of a pistol with 5 bullets made to cause extreme weakness to vampires. Her heart’s drumming overrode any other sound, piercing through the wall her sharp back bones touched, knowing the vampire was awaiting the arrival of her headslave. Her head, “trustworthy” slave who had plans of a murderous riot. The frail girl knocked softly on the door, as if disturbing her master too loudly would cause the house to shatter into an atomic blaze.

“Madam, your… daily order is here.” Annarose’s lips twitched up into a smile, yet her face was blank, empty, and lifeless as she waltz through the door opening, approaching the vampire lumbering in a chair faced away from her. Normally the vampire would pierce her eyes through the souls of every slave, but not Annarose, instead she would be greeted with soft orders.

“Place it on the table and leave me, Anna, and tell the other slaves behind you to complete the daily chores and bring forth my victim of the day.” Anna’s steps stuttered, the corners of her vison darkened, her fingers on the gun couldn’t feel more numb.

“Acknowledged, however the order belongs in a special place.” The shaky slave rose the gun to the back of the vampire’s head. She didn’t want to do this. No one wanted to be a murderer . But she was step one of years of planning, her failure would be at the cost of her life. She closed her eyes and pressed the trigger.

~~~A week later

Annarose’s index finger twitched as the teenager roused from a slumber in an alley, her nose would scrunch up when a freezing drop of rain ran down it. It was one among the many already soaked into her torn, pale yellow slave dress the same color as her lengthy hair and large eyes. The only thing she missed about her previous mansion was the roof over her head, these grey skies seemed to always be raining as if even they held sorrow for humankind. It was as if she never left her place, she seemed to visit it in her dreams everynight. Murderer her mind quickly reminded her. “So hungry….” She whispered and shivered, weakness finally rearing its ugly head in times of when a little too many meals were skipped and too many miles had been ran the previous day away from that place. Today wasn’t the day to die. “Hello!?” She called out, her voice echoing through the seemingly abandoned town with a few eerie houses off into the horzion