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This girl looked like a deer in the headlights of his truck. Eyes wide, words short.

Just like... her.

Vukasin frowned when she spoke, his face feigning a look of hurt. He had to plan quickly, this girl was obviously not easy to crack, atleast it seemed that way. When he got close that's when he'd strike.

But not now.

"Do you hav' any bandag's? Mayb' surplus suppli's? I'm alon' out h're without my group. I b'lieve th'y asc'nded to the mountains." Vukasin calmly explained, looking only the slightest bit nervous.

Vukasin was perched with in the bushes, watching a small girl read. It wasn't Mimoza, he had already determined this. It was someone different, someone smaller, frailer. He would attack soon, make his move. She had to know something about his love lost. It seemed as if almost everyone did.

The scribbled on pages felt limp in her fingers. She was absent mindedly flipping through her small black book filled with Japanese writing and careful drawings of bugs, and the occasional flower. Drawing kept Ariela’s mind off things.

Then came the sudden chill down her spine, making her look up and around. Ariela wasn’t quite sure what it was—a walker nearby perhaps? Her eyes focused on the shrubbery all around her—but she didn’t feel safe. It wasn’t even the feeling of impending doom she usually got around walkers.

This was an overwhelming feeling of dread.

She rose to her feet, shutting the little black book and keeping her eyes cautious around her. She knew she couldn’t move because Hank had told her to stay put.

Ariela hoped he’d arrive back soon.

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Vukasin walked out of the woods, cautiously, arms up in a fake sense of helplessness. This was how he came to people; in fear, as if lost. He had to coax them out. Helplessness was the best thing to use with children.

Of course he knew this.

"Can you h'lp m'," Vukasin stammered, palms up. "I got s'parated from my group."

His green eyes were needy, sad, and to him they were fake. 

Vukasin was perched with in the bushes, watching a small girl read. It wasn't Mimoza, he had already determined this. It was someone different, someone smaller, frailer. He would attack soon, make his move. She had to know something about his love lost. It seemed as if almost everyone did.

The scribbled on pages felt limp in her fingers. She was absent mindedly flipping through her small black book filled with Japanese writing and careful drawings of bugs, and the occasional flower. Drawing kept Ariela’s mind off things.

Then came the sudden chill down her spine, making her look up and around. Ariela wasn’t quite sure what it was—a walker nearby perhaps? Her eyes focused on the shrubbery all around her—but she didn’t feel safe. It wasn’t even the feeling of impending doom she usually got around walkers.

This was an overwhelming feeling of dread.

She rose to her feet, shutting the little black book and keeping her eyes cautious around her. She knew she couldn’t move because Hank had told her to stay put.

Ariela hoped he’d arrive back soon.

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Who does the mun ship The muse with? Do you always want your muse to be in love with mimoza ?

(( Vukasin has a severe abandonment problem. There is no one to ship Vukasin with, but he has a severe headcased problem for Mim. I believe he will always love Mimoza, because I know he can use her over and over. ))

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ART HELP:

Cutting to the chase I am doing a project for my art class that requires me to do a piece that is 60ftx1ft long.

60 feet is a HUGE size.

Long story short, I need your URLs, and if you reblog/like this post I will write your URL down on my piece.

I NEED 60 FEET OF URLS AND I HAVE SMALL HANDWRITING. PLEASE REBLOG FOR ONE REASON, AND ONE REASON ONLY:

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Have you ever gotten drunk/high? What are you like when intoxicated?

Vukasin laughed darkly, grasping a suitcase in the corner of the room. He placed it on a table and opened to show bags upon bags of green leaves, and some pill bottles.

He grinned.

"'f c'urse. I was a beautiful pale disgrace as I lay in my basement, on a crimson c'uch, swall'wing pills and lighting sm'ke into the sullen air. And where was she? Right beside me, watching me as I flew into the air." 

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Where were you and what were you doing when the world went to shit?

The Serb looked stressed for a moment.

"I was going to Alek's, for a hunting trip. That's all... I had nothing else to do."

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Message me a body part

Hair: How many wigs do you own?

Skin: Do you tan easily?

Eyes: What is your favorite show to watch?

Nose: What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance?

Mouth: Do you want to kiss anyone right now?

Tongue: What was in your last meal?

Windpipe: Do you sing?

Neck: Do you wear necklaces?

Ears: How many times have you heard something you wish you never had?

Cheeks: Do you blush easily?

Wrists: Do you/ have you self-harmed?

Hands: Are you an artist/writer?

Fingers: Do you play an instrument?

Heart: Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know?

Lungs: Do you smoke cigarettes?

Breasts/chest: Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?

Stomach: Do you feel confident in your body image?

Back: Are you a virgin?

Hips: Do you like to dance?

Vagina/Penis: Have you been judged because of your gender?

Ass: Have you ever been sexually assaulted? If so, have you recovered and what is your advice for others in the same situation?

Thighs: Has anyone ever called you fat or ugly?

Knees: Have you ever cheated on someone?

Ankles: Have you ever been arrested?

Feet: Do you ever wear heels just for the Hell of it?

Toes: Do you like country music?

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You’re just getting that now?

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SOOOO CLOSE!!!!!

Guise, how do I add .6lbs to a loaded rifle?

I desperately want to have my ar clear 10lbs. but I have no idea on what else to add…

Edit: That’s without the 37mm launcher. That would be waaaay to easy, and I’m not going to have it mounted all the time.

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"I f'und my Iph'ne."

"Lo'k at this text, yeah?"

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What are some of your interests and hobbies? What's your favorite genre of books/movies?

"G'd, this s'unds like a damn dating website, ya?" Vukasin mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Sassy, Vuk. 

"I guess... I like huntin'. I used to go with my Dad, my M'm didn't like it. She always said it was to' danger'us. I guess she was right, yeah? So, fuckin' right." the blonde took a deep breath then exhaled.

"I like reading, I guess." He raised an eyebrow in confusion at his own words.

"Yeah, I d'." he assured, "I am really well-read. I am a fan of 'ld English w'rks, I... I've just always liked them... I s'und like that damn Alb, right n'w."

"In my freetime, I play vide' games. We are talkin' C.o.D and Halo, s'me Skyrim. It's a time passer." his face lit up, green eyes raising in joy. he then mumbled under his breath:

"I really like flowers..."

"No... nevermind... I, uh, like depressing m'vies and n'vels. N'thing to' r'mantic, yeah?" Vukasin sighed as all the questioning was done for now.

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If you could change one physical detail about yourself, what would it be?

The Serbian man looked up from his current gun shining. One thing he'd change and that was it? He could really make this meaning full, or just a joke. Everything was a joke to him. Mimoza was, life was, everyone and everything is a god-damn joke.

"I'd change... my skin. I'd get rid 'f all my huntin' scars, yeah? Sex wounds t', fingernails in my skin. You name it." Vukasin shrugged.