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1 yr ago
Current Yay we're back up!
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1 yr ago
Rawr.
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2 yrs ago
The election is stressing me the hell out. The cycle exhausted me and now I wanna puke. Hopefully, a big win comes soon.
2 yrs ago
Marathon training started today, and it's just as painful as I expected. Wahh. But I do feel a bit better than I do on my normal run. Pain - Bad. Runners high from a long run? Great.
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2 yrs ago
So, it looks like I am training for the Austin Marathon, starting tomorrow. RIP my calves lol
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Hi!
You can call me Anna!
I'm a veteran of the old Guild, before the shutdown.
I love Supernatural, and currently, all of my RPs are Supernatural related. Feel free to message me with ideas!

Dean Winchester is me. I am Dean Winchester.

A mom. A wife. A very protective best friend. Pathological People Pleaser. Intimidating due to my patience and general ability to be unbothered.

I'm addicted to working out, running, and generally having an endorphin high. I also tend to be very annoying talking about it, but I'm way more annoying when I'm depressed.

I'm a hopeless Swiftie. So, if you hate her, I wouldn't RP with me, if you like OOC banter. 90% of songs I use as fuel are Taylor Swift deep cuts. Not really any exceptions.

If I currently RP with you, you're basically my best friend and I will protect you with my life. <3

And also, also, because I have super severe ADHD, I tend to ghost on accident. Never be shy to send me a reminder message. I don't get offended!

@FuriePhoenix owns my soul.


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It's cool :)

I'm soon headed to work, as well and will post late, if I post at all tonight.

Edit: and I'm wondering how our posting order is going to go once characters start really interacting.
I think your post was adorable. :) I'm waiting for the last poster before I reply...which should be equally adorable. :D
Dean rolled his eyes at her saying that it was for the best that she ignore him, and basically blow him off and out of her life. He closed those same eyes, and continued listening, parts of him reliving the day that he found what was left of Mika and her family. He sighed a very frustrated growl of a sigh, and shook his head.

"I don't have anything of hers…and it's just really coincidental that you leave…and suddenly she's there with me? It's like I'm seeing ghosts, and trust me…I know ghosts. You didn't know her family, or anything? Kenzi give me something…", he pleaded, and John slowly dropped the note onto the mattress below him, closing his own eyes in frustration as he realized that Mika and Dean had indeed met, and that she was playing with fire…again.

He stepped out into the corridor of the hotel, and began thinking over what to do about the scenario…if nothing else, what to tell Dean to get him to forget all about this…Kenzi.
I'm pretty terrible at opening posts for characters until I feel them out. So, don't take too much from my little baby post lol
Riley was shy. There was no doubt about that. She sat close to Corey in a way that spelled out her personality, almost clinging to the fact that he was out there, and the rag tag leader of the group. She glanced around at the others nervously, still feeling the obligation to give them polite smiles every time they looked at her face. As she began to sweat a bit from the stress of the diner's bustling, she was shocked out of her trance by Corey's voice asking about some party at a scrap yard.

"Um..yeah! That sounds g-great…", she murmured, a smile spreading across her face as she first stared at Alex, and then around at the rest of the group, "I haven't gotten out much in a while…so it could be pretty interesting."

As she finished her sentence, she glanced down at the black bandana wrapped around her wrist tightly, and began scratching around the edges. Although this was all the most fun she had had in months, it was still stressful and busy, and it was still a bit of a trigger for her self harm.
"We're doing this again?", he asked instantly, still ignoring John, who hadn't moved from the doorway, "Mysterious girl pretends she doesn't want anything to do with me...falls into bed with me every time we meet and then runs off into the night? Why are you doing this to yourself?"

He asked her the questions in an almost sympathetic voice. John sat down on the bed behind Dean, his eyebrow raised as he did so, watching his son's heart break into a million pieces with every word.

"Tell me what you know about Mika. Don't play stupid either...because my mind is playing tricks on me. It's either the alcohol or something about you really reminds me of her...", he rasped out, his eyes a bit watery, "I found a note...and before I leave...I have to know if you have something of hers. You know who she is...I know it..."

John narrowed his eyes, suddenly extremely worried about his eldest. He looked around the room, finding the note with his eyes. He instantly stood from the bed and picked the piece of paper up, scanning it with troubled eyes.
"I know she's there…", Dean said simply, dropping his head a bit as he clenched the phone in his fist, attempting not to sound too desperate to the man, "I…I don't know if you even knew she was gone or not, but…I need to ask her something. She's playing these games, man…"

He pulled his head up as a knock at the door caught his attention. He ignored the noise, and continued talking down the phone, "I'm leaving out today for a case…um…I mean a job in Minnesota. It's supposed to get pretty bad, and I just wanted to hear one word from her…"

He knew he sounded like a desperate bastard, but he didn't really care (nor would the headache in his head let him care). He glanced to the door as John walked through, managing to pick the lock skillfully. He stood with his hands on his hips, and no sign of humor on his face.
Dean woke up with a groan and a huge stretch. He sat up, and instantly grabbed his head, "Ah! Dammit…Kenzi, let's go for breakfast…", he mumbled, reaching over to shake her. As if he should have been surprised, really…

She was gone, "Son of a bitch…", he complained, standing from the bed with his hand pressed to his temple. He walked over to the bedside table and noticed the note, which he picked up and stared at. For a few seconds, he had to kick himself and remind himself that his thoughts were dumb, and that he didn't know shit. Another side of his brain went straight to ghosts, like Mika was following him, somehow. He had nothing of hers, as far as he knew, that she could possibly be attached to. Sighing heavily, he kept thinking, and the thought of Kenzi BEING Mika crossed his mind.

"Yeah right…", he scoffed, tossing the note aside, "I ain't drunk enough for this crap…"

He picked up the phone, quickly dialing the number he had somehow remembered by heart, the number to the tattoo shop. He knew she was there. He knew she had run back to this guy like a moth to a flame, but he also knew he could talk her back to him, just like the times before. Thanking whatever being was responsible for him having found the number by accident, before, he waited for an answer, his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose, heavily.
AnnaBeth smiled as Mika entered the room, ignoring the small twinges of pain that were becoming regular, nowadays. She took the drink Mika handed them first of all, starting in on it, as she was perpetually thirsty, "I wonder what the others are doing?..Castiel's face is somewhat of a red area for Dean, right now. Dean's afraid of him...and me...", she murmured to Sam, looking down at her hands, "I think Cas wants to kill the baby..."
"Why you gotta make it creepy?", Arik complained, and Dean held up both his hands.

"You said you thought you were 'drawn' to an unborn...thing baby...", Dean argued, "Is that not a little child molester-esque to you?"

"Things don't work that way, in the demon...universe or whatever. In Hell, you're bound to just a few humans, which you pay close attention to, usually because they will make a deal some day. They will come to you, and they will offer themselves to you...in some way. She's special. This baby...this...demon or whatever she is...is special.", Arik frantically explained, just as Mika stepped through the door. Castiel turned to glare at her, his eyes spelling that he knew she was just with AnnaBeth and Sam...and the abomination. Dean's glare softened slightly, as he sat back a bit further in his chair, and Arik simply stopped speaking.

"Yeah. I think we all need a break...", Dean admitted, patting Castiel on the shoulder. With his power waining, he couldn't poof as quickly, and simply stood from his chair, stomping toward the door, past Mika.
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