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I just stopped fighting it.
I am reborn. And I will kill Sam Winchester.
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[OOC: I'm sorry for not replying to anyone. I feel like crap. I'm calling it a night and will try to play catch up tomorrow. >.<]
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[BUT YOU DESERVE IT JUST ACCEPT IT AND FLAIL AROUND IN IT.]
[laughign because i have counted at least 14 people who have told me i write castiel well, lol you precious babies not saying you’re lying but please, i wish i could write half as decent as the other castiel’s on here also i’m so unworthy of 150 followers wtf can you tell i’m not used to flattery]
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Reblog if I can come into your inbox and start a conversation in character.
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after that emotional trauma, going to bed. I'll reply to everything tomorrow.
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im a bobby girl in my bobby world
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Cardiff, Wales.
Ava heard Crowley was from the islands of Europe, but as a human, or now, she'd never been.
Ava didn't think she was missing much.
The damp town teemed with life, but the unfamiliarity of it made her feel like she'd stepped into the scene of a movie. A rare amulet collector lived here? Ava thought, her nose crinkling in distaste. After appearing in the shadows of a store, she'd walked around aimlessly, trying to find the drop-off point she had agreed to. This amulet was precious, and she needed it before the hunters found out she was back. Otherwise, she'd get blood on her hands too soon to set her plan in motion.
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Supernatural’s network is claiming to be unimpressed with the show’s previous ratings, and state that future seasons hang in the balance.
“[Network president] Pedowitz tells Zap2it that Warner Bros. has finalized deals with Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki for the next two potential seasons, which is definitely a good sign for the future of the series. The CW plans to make a final decision about Season 9 based on the show’s ratings when it returns from winter hiatus on January 16.” [X]
But we know we have the audience! Wholockers, please step up and support your extended family tonight by simply turning on the CW. You could save the Winchester’s lives!
IF POSSIBLE TONIGHT, PLEASE
Have someone in your home turn the CW on even if you may be at work or class.
Watch on air if you have the station! Do not simply wait for an upload or view someone’s livestream.
Do not channel surf during commercials. It’s ONE HOUR, guys. You can make it!
Tweet during the episode, and use lots and lots of TAGS!
Help us make a bang and save our boys! 9/8 CENTRAL!
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Ava needed to find someone, someone who knew the Winchesters. After the mess of the apocalypse they'd made, their trails were hot all over the place- people knew them, hated them, wanted them dead. In a dusty bar off the highway near Kentucky, she heard rumors of a fallen angel who once rode with the boys. Immediately, she took off for the location they mentioned.
Appearing in the dark side of a building, Ava smoothed out her outfit. The faint voice of Sarah pestered her in the back of her head; Ava yearned to scar up this pretty face and make Sarah watch, but not yet. Any injuries could be a good play if she needed it. Right now, she just wanted to look around.
An unimposing gait took over, guiding her to act like a college student out for the night, just going around town to pass time. Yellow eyes masked, the body's grey sought out each face, searching for the features a drunken hunter had described in hushed tones to another just a couple hours before.
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Ava Returns...
The first time above ground since she went down; Ava's free. In an instant, after escaping, she goes for the nearest city, reaching out with her mind, seeking out the weakest soul to take over and remake, remake into her own self, to destroy for the fun of it...
Below, in the alley near a cafe, there's a queue gathering of college students going to an event. The crowd of black-and-artsy colored kids disgust her, reeking of humanity and innocence she can no longer recall. The only one to stand out in the group is a ginger, who reads like a walking encyclopedia of abusive relationships. The girl is worn, hurt, emotional and depressed, only there for the sake of the over-smiley friend next to her. Pleasure erupts in Ava's consciousness; she plunges...
Her teacher said the first possession would be the most thrilling...
The girl drops to the ground, convulsing as the thick black smoke that only she can see pours down her throat. To everyone else, she's simply having an attack of sorts; they can see nothing. Her shoulders arch, in and out, breathing choked as finally, she is overcome. Her friend bends over here, anxious, but she's gone.
A pulse, a heartbeat, all that fear, the taste of fear, the smell of it on the crowd around, along with perfume and desperation, the aroma of youth... Ava takes control, the submissive personality storing itself away, a faint echo of complete horror as her control is surrendered; Ava can feel her body, slim and whole and pure. Not for long.
"Sarah!"
It's the body's name. Ava opens her eyes, yellow-eyes bright before she hides them, the recall of her lessons an instinct. The pale blonde bitch shouting the body's name looks relieved. Ava stands slowly, remembering how to use the muscles in a human meatsack, to move with grace, to breathe normally. A heartbeat and lungs, such weird sensations.
"Are you okay?"
Ava smiles widely and turns away from the girl to look over herself; she needs a mirror. This body feels like fun.
A hand touches her shoulder. "Sarah-"
"Hands off, bitch." Ava's enjoying this too much; like the crap T.V, she wants to bring some dramatics to the game. It's been so long since humor had anything to do with her existence. Lashing out, her hand catches the girl's cheek, nails rake her skin, and the body's friend pulls away, horrified. "The name is Ava, now."
The crowd has made a circle around them, hipsters clutching phones and each other, wary of the girl who looks like them, but acts like someone else. As if it's some betrayal to them, they stare unabashed, until Ava glances around. There's too much attention here, especially if the security calls for cops. She slips away from the line, towards the back of the alley, where she vanishes.
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OOC: the tabs under my picture go as follows: home, ask, archive, and the heart is the about me. just so you all know.
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This is the RP blog of Ava Wilson, once a child of special gifts, now a demon who's been spending three thousand years waiting, watching, and learning. Now, back on the surface, she wants to finish what Azazel started...
..but it starts with her killing Sam first.
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