Angel folded her arms. "So you know then?" OOC: *huggles* better?
You know I'd come back if I could. =(
Hannah smiled and laughed. "I like that better than the licking." I'm not sure if I should thank you or ignore you, John muttered back. Beatrice folded her arms. "I agreed to your 'think about it' deal, didn't I?" Anna tried to remain as relaxed as she could followed Van Helsing and Carl. I was thinking about the same thing. She thought, watching Hannah and Edward.
This is why I don't talk to you! You're so dismissive!
My best friend it 800 miles away and I can't talk to her about this. I talk to Last because he understands what I'm going through. He's not my...
"That stupid beast kind of gave it away," Angel muttered. OOC: :glomp: go read my epic fight scene! ^^ kk, buh bye!
Listen, I know my life could be a hell of a lot worse, but what I'm dealing with right now is a bit much for me to handle. I'm 800 miles away from...
You insulted the only person who's keeping me alive right now. He's the only one I can talk to about all the sh.it in my life.
OOC: thinking can be a bad thing O.o *hides* hmm star wars= obi-wan... obi-wan= mmmmm BIC: "What? Have you got me figured out too?" Angel quipped, keeping her hand over the gash. "I thought I was doing a pretty good job."
I'll have to think about that.
OOC: yay! BIC: Angel winced when she looked at the gash. "It'll have to wait," She muttered, rubbing the blood that was dripping down her arm. "You're the one who's Mr. Urgent." She wiped her hand on her jeans, staining them. How the heck did that beast figure me out? Did it just sit back and analyze me while I fought the others? But it couldn't have pieced everything together, could it? And if it did, when one beast knows something, do the others as well? Her head whirled with questions.
Well that's awkward....
Though her muscles were aching and her head was pounding, Hannah threw her arms around Edward's neck, happy to feel his warmth. Beatrice looked at Michael. "We're going inside now?" Anna picked her gun up off of the floor and placed it back in its holster on her waist, not commenting on Van Helsing's (OOC: Lestat-like) gesture.
Because you didn't talk to me or post. I thought you were mad at me for defending Last.
Hannah got to her feet. "Be careful what you say, Michael." She growled. Beatrice put a hand on Hannah's shoulder. "Please don't be angry, Hannah." Anna considered her options carefully. "You have my word that I will not hurt them." She agreed eventually.
OOC; woah man.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VooalYB2yA&feature=rec-fresh "I don't know if I agree to that," Anna glowered at the two. "I'm fine," Beatrice murmured.
That's not it. I was mad at you because of what you said about Last of the Organization.
Hannah nodded to Edward and then glared up at Michael. Beatrice knelt next to Hannah. "Are you okay?" "You're going to drive me insane with that question, Bee," Hannah grumbled. Anna nodded slowly. "If I find one hint of a lie from them-" "You'll give them a second chance." Carl interrupted.
"Yes," Anna answered. "But I will see him again. We Transylvanians always look on the brighter side of death." "There's a brighter side of death?" Carl asked, turning back to look at Anna and Van Helsing. Hannah sunk to her knees, her back against the carriage wheel. "Well there isn't anything relaxing about this situation." "I'll let you think about it," Beatrice answered, still smiling.
So you thought I was mad at you because I was spending more time with my family than you?
