Rebekah Mikaelson (@covetshumanity) 's Twitter Profile
Rebekah Mikaelson

@covetshumanity

The only female in the original clan. I can be bratty, bossy, bitchy whatever you may call it but I always get my way in the end. {RP 18+} #Heroine

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calendar_today28-09-2012 18:19:32

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[Rebekah sauntered into the dusky roadside bar complete with peanut shells crushed into the creaky wooden floors, the smell of tobacco, -c-

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- regurgitated booze and testosterone permeated the stale air. As if right out of a Steven McQueen film, a couple of burly men competed -c-

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- in a strongman competition of sorts near the center of the room to ensure a captive audience. It was definitely not the type of posh -c-

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- lounge she had grown accustomed to and she nearly exited before ever quenching her thirst but as she turned to make her escape a large -c-

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- tattooed arm blocked her path. "Where ya off to in such a hurry pretty lady? Them ruffians didn't cause ya any fright now did they? -c-

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- He asked making a head gesture toward the men in the center of the room but before Rebekah could make any type of reply he grabbed her -c-

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- arm with more force than she would have liked as he asked, in a manner suggesting that it wasn't really a request,for her to accompany -c-

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- him to the bar for a drink. Rebekah forced herself to simulate the most sincere smile she could muster taking a small pleasure in the -c-

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- fact that he seemed a bit surprised that she duplicated his order when asked "what her poison was". She continued to play the part of -c-

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- the nervous yet adventurous party girl into the evening hours, claiming beginners luck when beating them at their parlor games. This -c-

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- went on into the evening hours then as she predicted the atmosphere shifted and suddenly she was the last steak in a cage of hungry -c-

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- lions... or so they thought. Rebekah’s fangs tore through her gums in an instant. She flashed them at her would-be assailants as the -c-

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- veins under her eyes rose beneath her skin, and her eyes turned a shade of crimson red. She reveled in the irony of the sudden -c-

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- reversal in roles, suddenly she was the intimidating one and they were all clambering to leave. In a flash Rebekah moved to block the -c-

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- the same exit she attempted to make her escape through only hours before and had a feast to suit a king... or queen, leaving no one -c-