Twenty Seven :
Sam and Dean, tv show Supernatural adventure.
Booth, tv show Bones.
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Twenty Five :
Fashionable. Futuristic. Chiq. Minimalist room design.
Same face. Different bodies shapes and color and wardrobe. With a cookie cutter circle hole in persons body. The hole is maybe bigger than a fist. Completely through the body. By the shoulder blade. Can't remember if it's in the same area of the heart.
Walking inside through a high rolling establishment.
In the middle of our vacation??
Lounge room with all kinds of chairs, high tops, couches and such and a white bar in the center.
Gave me a look each time I looked at them. They had that look of "why is this ugly ordinary person walking here, " "what is that," "what is she wearing and why?" "Ew".
I had no feelings. I didn't care about them looking because I was also in awe of all of them because they all had the same face.
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Twenty :
Maura, tv show Rizzoli & Isles.
Had a family? Her man and a child with her.
At an outing with other people. Someone by accident set a fire by her cabin.
Luckily they were able to get out.
Friend, ex coworker. Making out in bed.
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Eighteen :
Watching a guy on the computer create files.
Aziel, ex coworker, talking about pizza and ice cream. Now he works as a security guard at a toy store.
Christmas time? Kids coming in. He gets to play tag with them.
Henry Cavil.
Everybody drooling over him.
I try not to be one of them as much as I want to fight the crowd too to catch a glimpse of a celebrity. Personally, I don't think it's an attractive look to be hounding anyone like hungry paparazzi.
In a building. Library? We end up talking. Playing chess?
With a whole bunch of people around. Whispering and looking.
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Fourteen :
Forgotten.
Twelve Chinese zodiac.
Trying to free them?
Old Chinese period drama wardrobe.
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Eight :
Moving.
Running wild. No parents and no curfews.
One black and one white guy. Two other girls. I snuggle against the back of the black guy.
On bed. Comfy and cozy.
This is the second place we found to stay in while we been on the move.
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Five :
We were in our United Airlines catering uniforms I think.
We were nearing the end of our temporary assignment so we were going to throw a party before we all went home.
Dorian, friend was there.
We waited a little bit longer for everyone to show up and we left together. But a group separated and went in another direction and we were calling to each other like what are you doing? Where you going?
I think I was watching. Or I was an indigenous girl.
With a partner at first. Tribal paint on me.
I was an assassin.
And this white mom was so obnoxious and rude. She was a witch.
I befriended her son. He was a sheltered one. He was kind and curious.
And I nurtured that relationship.
Discovered he was just as powerful as his mom if not more but they both didn't know that.
I had sex with him. Made him mine.
We were in a different room and I knew he was watching. I would tease him by straddling a toolbox. Also straddled some boxes on a pallet.
He finally walked into the same room as me. Had that mischievous, playful look in his eyes. He slipped his arm around my waist. Talking really close to my face not planting a peck on the lips just yet.
At night: there was an attack on her castle. She put up this mirror and glass effect defense on the house.
At a different part of the castle. All I did was fly towards this mirror.
Down by the gutters. Hidden away. Lord of the Rings inspired.
I poked at the glass and that spot it would melt away because her son was on the inside letting me in. Melting the glass enough for me to squeeze through without breaking his mom's spell.
Parkour on her staircases. A show of athleticism. Pulling up and swinging myself up to her balcony in the dead of night.
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