kk! I am, somewhat finished with my cosplay!! XD All i need left is a camera.... yeah

my camera broke so i cant use it anymore

Srry for making u wait (the few ppl that read this and actually want to see my cosplay) and even more sorry if ya think it sux

so yeah, i hope it comes out good fer u guys and if it doesnt, again, im srry

so yeah,

comein soon, i promise

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'Yeah, cuz my idea of a big, strong, manly vampire would be him, covered in sparkles, right?'
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'Yeah, cuz my idea of a big, strong, manly vampire would be him, covered in sparkles, right?'
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'Yeah, cuz my idea of a big, strong, manly vampire would be him, covered in sparkles, right?'
“The Escape”
She ran through the passage, fearful of her leg’s strength, possibly giving up one her at any moment. The twigs and branches whipped and snapped at her arms and legs as if trying to hold her back but that wouldn’t Withhold her determination to get out of that mad house. She could hear the men running after her and the guard dogs barking in her direction, as if lions, hunting a gazelle. Luckily enough, the drugs effect of drowsiness didn’t effect her yet. So many turns, trying to find her way out of this maze, she almost gave up. It seemed her legs finally gave in to her weight and the distance she pushed them, she fell down a mountainous hill rolling and tumbling over the rough terrain. Rocks and broken branches felt like shattered glass being quickly jabbed into her body continuously. She finally stopped rolling for what felt like an hours worth. The last thing she could hear before she fell into a deep sleep was workers and security guards at the top of the hill, telling the others to go back. No way she would have taken the risk of jumping down.
As her mind wandered off, the dangers of the world vanished and, for the first time within weeks, she was safe.
Her name is Abigail. Her hair is a dirty blonde color, the kind that most people would consider calling her a brunette. Her eyes are hazel, but usually green. Her skin is pale, and as cold as ice. It was either the way that she looks, or the fact that is was near the end of November and the beginning of December.
She had just barely escaped a Mental Institution. They had been testing certain ‘medicines’ to see which ones helped stop their screaming. Emilia didn’t want to be their guinea pig any more, so she decided to run away.
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'Yeah, cuz my idea of a big, strong, manly vampire would be him, covered in sparkles, right?'
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'Yeah, cuz my idea of a big, strong, manly vampire would be him, covered in sparkles, right?'
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