Rhianna
She lives in a fairy tale
What happens when the Supernatural is the majority and Humans are the minority?
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Satan
hell-bent
Liana was creeping down the dark streets in the shadows. Trying to sneak past any supernatural being. She hand her handgun in it's belt, her hand draped over it cautiously. She was moving swiftly, here eyes ticking from left and right, scanning corners and dark spots. She looked up in the few trees that scattered the outside of the city, making sure nothing was watching her. She was walking behind a building, street lights shining a yellow/ orange color as her nervous footsteps were the only thing she could hear...faint,
Spencer was in his own little world, walking in the woods where him and his pack claimed territory. He was wearing Black jeans, Boots and a white t-shirt. Hearing his feet crunch on top of the dead leaves and broken branches. The night was chilly, anytime he exhaled..You see a cloud of frost. He was lining the territory of the woods, it was his duty tonight. It was quiet, no sign of conflict in the city at the moment, just the sound of crickets and locus'.
Spencer was in his own little world, walking in the woods where him and his pack claimed territory. He was wearing Black jeans, Boots and a white t-shirt. Hearing his feet crunch on top of the dead leaves and broken branches. The night was chilly, anytime he exhaled..You see a cloud of frost. He was lining the territory of the woods, it was his duty tonight. It was quiet, no sign of conflict in the city at the moment, just the sound of crickets and locus'.
Rhianna
She lives in a fairy tale
She sat quietly in the leaves, her harms folded over her knees to create a makeshift blanket for herself. Her black hair was draped over chest, adding extra coverage so she wouldn't be cold. From what the viewer could witness, she was crying. No one knew why, or how, only soft whimpers could be heard in the blackness of the night. "So fucking stupid." she whispered to the still air, not even the owls were listening to her complaints. "You're so goddamn stupid Lana." she added her tone filled with anxiety. Her memories were flooding into her system like a tidal wave of regret and fear. Everyone once in a while, the small framed girl would sit alone in the forest where she would allow the remembrance of her losing her grace her entire being.
This was only a rarity though, for she considered the emotion of sorrow to be weak and powerless. The scene replayed again and again in Lana's mind, the higher power telling her that she wasn't allowed to be apart of the Kingdom anymore because she was in love with a demon. What could she say though, you can't help who you fall in love with. She watches humans do it all the time to themselves. How they fall for a serial killer, only to be the victim. This thought of course, only made the fallen angel even more depressed. So, she just let the steady stream of tears slide down her porcelain colored cheeks.
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He flashed a wicked smile as he slammed the deceased body into the side of a brick building. He observed intently how the dark crimson colored blood seeped out of the woman's gaping tears in her body like a river. This, of course, only made him hungrier. He enjoyed the sport of killing, almost even more than the pleasures of sex....almost. The tall man then proceeded to drop the body onto the concrete ground, hearing a few bones cracking in half as he successfully completed this action. This would have been his first human in months, and he sure as Hell was going to enjoy ripping into her rotting flesh.
The young adult then dropped to his needs, succumbing to the desire of hunger and power. This was all a big game to him, the art of murder was romantic as well as poetic in his eyes. That is what made it so much fun to torture them slowly, and kill them easily. The more they screamed, the more he could tell that he was doing a good job. Other supernatural creatures thought he was disgusting, eating the dead like a vulture. In his eyes however, he was just doing the public a service by eating what they didn't want.
This was only a rarity though, for she considered the emotion of sorrow to be weak and powerless. The scene replayed again and again in Lana's mind, the higher power telling her that she wasn't allowed to be apart of the Kingdom anymore because she was in love with a demon. What could she say though, you can't help who you fall in love with. She watches humans do it all the time to themselves. How they fall for a serial killer, only to be the victim. This thought of course, only made the fallen angel even more depressed. So, she just let the steady stream of tears slide down her porcelain colored cheeks.
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He flashed a wicked smile as he slammed the deceased body into the side of a brick building. He observed intently how the dark crimson colored blood seeped out of the woman's gaping tears in her body like a river. This, of course, only made him hungrier. He enjoyed the sport of killing, almost even more than the pleasures of sex....almost. The tall man then proceeded to drop the body onto the concrete ground, hearing a few bones cracking in half as he successfully completed this action. This would have been his first human in months, and he sure as Hell was going to enjoy ripping into her rotting flesh.
The young adult then dropped to his needs, succumbing to the desire of hunger and power. This was all a big game to him, the art of murder was romantic as well as poetic in his eyes. That is what made it so much fun to torture them slowly, and kill them easily. The more they screamed, the more he could tell that he was doing a good job. Other supernatural creatures thought he was disgusting, eating the dead like a vulture. In his eyes however, he was just doing the public a service by eating what they didn't want.
Satan
hell-bent
Liana was walking the same, straight and dark route. Few moments later, she thought she heard something. Gripping her gun, she looked around but saw nothing. She shook the thought off, walking again. She then heard a cracking noise, her lips folding inward as she focused. She could hear tearing, cracking and dripping. She smelt something..something like death. It made her want to gag but she was too familiar with this smell.
She made her way closer, and closer to the horrid sounds and smell. She couldn't hear screaming, assuming it was just some sort of animal or...the human being was already dead. Why was she going to check the scene out? Shouldn't she be running away from it? Well, Liana was a curious girl...too curious. And if she had the chance to help someone, she'd take the opportunity to do it. She put her hood up on her jacket, hiding her face. SHe eventually got closer and closer, realizing the noise she heard earlier was a woman's scream. Because a few feet away was a creature, eating the flesh and soaking up their blood. Her lips fell ajar with a quiet gasp, trying to quietly back up. The grip on her gun became even tighter, turning her body 180 degrees and running.
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Spencer's ears twitched, hearing sobs? He didn't know if it was human or not, but they should not be here. He walked towards the sobs and sniffles, hearing them talk about themselves. He walked through the trees, over the rotting logs. The moonlight peered through the trees, leaving on and off strides of light in the moods. His eyes flashed Yellow when he was a figure. A figure just sitting in some of the broken leaves and branches.
He walked closer slowly, trying to figure out what it was. Then, he saw it was a female. A woman. She didn't smell human...But he didn't know exactly what she was either. He could smell the salty tears that stained her cheeks, wondering what she was crying for. He came closer, standing in front of the individual, kneeling down. She was beautiful.. Unique to him. Why in the world was she crying?
"M--miss? Are you alright?" He asked, dismissing the fact she was in their territory.
She made her way closer, and closer to the horrid sounds and smell. She couldn't hear screaming, assuming it was just some sort of animal or...the human being was already dead. Why was she going to check the scene out? Shouldn't she be running away from it? Well, Liana was a curious girl...too curious. And if she had the chance to help someone, she'd take the opportunity to do it. She put her hood up on her jacket, hiding her face. SHe eventually got closer and closer, realizing the noise she heard earlier was a woman's scream. Because a few feet away was a creature, eating the flesh and soaking up their blood. Her lips fell ajar with a quiet gasp, trying to quietly back up. The grip on her gun became even tighter, turning her body 180 degrees and running.
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Spencer's ears twitched, hearing sobs? He didn't know if it was human or not, but they should not be here. He walked towards the sobs and sniffles, hearing them talk about themselves. He walked through the trees, over the rotting logs. The moonlight peered through the trees, leaving on and off strides of light in the moods. His eyes flashed Yellow when he was a figure. A figure just sitting in some of the broken leaves and branches.
He walked closer slowly, trying to figure out what it was. Then, he saw it was a female. A woman. She didn't smell human...But he didn't know exactly what she was either. He could smell the salty tears that stained her cheeks, wondering what she was crying for. He came closer, standing in front of the individual, kneeling down. She was beautiful.. Unique to him. Why in the world was she crying?
"M--miss? Are you alright?" He asked, dismissing the fact she was in their territory.
Rhianna
She lives in a fairy tale
Lana didn't like to be interrupted, especially when it was her time to vent all of her frustrations she had with this fucked up world she was living in currently. Well, half living in she supposed. She was neither alive, nor dead. People considered her to be a spirit, composed of religious beliefs and people's hopes and dreams. That's what angels were, invisible souls there to guide you whenever you needed help. In her case though, she was the dark mist that human's were terrified of when they went to bed at night. She was more or less, a demon. This was something she was told never to turn into when she became an angel, or what her parents advised her not to be when she was a human. Here she was though, half living her own darkest fear.
When she heard a voice speaking to her, her eyes shifted to a fluorescent blue color, indicating that she was annoyed. She removed her hands from her knees and placed them by her sides gently. With this action done, she raised herself off the ground with the help of her raven colored wings. "You disturbed my peace." she said to this boy angrily, her eye twitching in response to her voice. She couldn't believe the audacity of this.....human? She presumed that is what he was, due to the fact that he wasn't in any other state of being. Lana then wiped the tears from her glowing eyes, sniffling up the rest of her tears to show him that she wasn't weak. She never wanted to seem weak in front of men, especially humans. "It's in my job description to kill you right now, you know." she added, her tone sounding tired.
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The ghoul then went on tearing into the woman's body, grinning from ear to ear at the state of decay she was in. He killed her a little over a month ago, so she was in that perfect stage where her organs were beginning to melt with rest of the matter that made up her body. He never really even bothered to get her name either. Names allowed the kill to become personal, and he didn't do personal. So instead of being polite, the man carried on with eating the woman's heart first, knowing for a fact that it was the juiciest organ in the human body. He was an expert when it came to being informed on how the human body system's worked. Zombies had nothing on him, they were brain dead and they smelled like an old leather shoe.
When he was eating, the man heard a presence behind him; forcing him to drop the half eaten heart that was in his hands. He was covered from heat to toe in blood, the Vampires that lived in this area would surely loved to take a bite out of him tonight. He almost instantaneously knew that it was a human, judging by the smell it gave off. He also realized that she was a woman as well, causing him to look down at the mutilated body in front of him. "Shit." he said under his breath, allowing his body to regress into his human state. As one could tell, he wasn't a ghoul 24/7, he had to have a human form in order to seduce other humans who he came into contact with.
When he finally transformed back into his human mode, he hopped up on his feet and began to run after the girl. He felt the need to explain the situation to her; it was almost a compulsion. "Wait!" he called out after her, almost disappointed that humans didn't have the agility or running capacity supernatural creatures possessed.
((I'm not a psychopath by the way, lol.))
When she heard a voice speaking to her, her eyes shifted to a fluorescent blue color, indicating that she was annoyed. She removed her hands from her knees and placed them by her sides gently. With this action done, she raised herself off the ground with the help of her raven colored wings. "You disturbed my peace." she said to this boy angrily, her eye twitching in response to her voice. She couldn't believe the audacity of this.....human? She presumed that is what he was, due to the fact that he wasn't in any other state of being. Lana then wiped the tears from her glowing eyes, sniffling up the rest of her tears to show him that she wasn't weak. She never wanted to seem weak in front of men, especially humans. "It's in my job description to kill you right now, you know." she added, her tone sounding tired.
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The ghoul then went on tearing into the woman's body, grinning from ear to ear at the state of decay she was in. He killed her a little over a month ago, so she was in that perfect stage where her organs were beginning to melt with rest of the matter that made up her body. He never really even bothered to get her name either. Names allowed the kill to become personal, and he didn't do personal. So instead of being polite, the man carried on with eating the woman's heart first, knowing for a fact that it was the juiciest organ in the human body. He was an expert when it came to being informed on how the human body system's worked. Zombies had nothing on him, they were brain dead and they smelled like an old leather shoe.
When he was eating, the man heard a presence behind him; forcing him to drop the half eaten heart that was in his hands. He was covered from heat to toe in blood, the Vampires that lived in this area would surely loved to take a bite out of him tonight. He almost instantaneously knew that it was a human, judging by the smell it gave off. He also realized that she was a woman as well, causing him to look down at the mutilated body in front of him. "Shit." he said under his breath, allowing his body to regress into his human state. As one could tell, he wasn't a ghoul 24/7, he had to have a human form in order to seduce other humans who he came into contact with.
When he finally transformed back into his human mode, he hopped up on his feet and began to run after the girl. He felt the need to explain the situation to her; it was almost a compulsion. "Wait!" he called out after her, almost disappointed that humans didn't have the agility or running capacity supernatural creatures possessed.
((I'm not a psychopath by the way, lol.))
Satan
hell-bent
"Well, you kind of are in my territory." He grumbled, standing up ad leaning against a tree. He eyed her, her wings..her eyes..everything. The way her eye twitched, the way her tone changed from sad to angry in just a second. He crossed his arms, chuckling at her comment. "I thought that was for humans?" She obviously wasn't aware of his state of being, a were wolf. He was in his human form..Kinda fun to mess with the supernatural like that. He let his eyes glow a golden color, indicating her that he wasn't anywhere human.
"Sorry to disturb your peace though, Don't get much of that around here," He sighed, yawning lightly.
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While she was running, she heard him call out to her. She still had her hood up, slowing down and hesitantly turning around. She got her gun out, leaving it lay by her side as she looked at him. He was.. human? Human form... It was only to trick her. He looked innocent... but the blood all over him with the dead, torn body told different.
"Sorry to disturb your peace though, Don't get much of that around here," He sighed, yawning lightly.
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While she was running, she heard him call out to her. She still had her hood up, slowing down and hesitantly turning around. She got her gun out, leaving it lay by her side as she looked at him. He was.. human? Human form... It was only to trick her. He looked innocent... but the blood all over him with the dead, torn body told different.
Rhianna
She lives in a fairy tale
Lana took notice of his sudden change in behaviors, now realizing that he wasn't who he seemed to be. The small framed young adult then lowered herself to the ground so the pair could seem equal. "I take it you're a dog." she said to him, crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes didn't switch back to their normal state, for she was still keeping her guard up. She had previous history with werewolves, that being where she almost wiped out the entire race due to a hissy fit she had after she lost her grace. She shuddered at the thought of this, feeling a bit guilty for her actions. She could only imagine the death sentence that was hanging over her head right now. A lot of supernatural creatures wanted to see her dead, and maybe even partake in the killing itself.
She allowed her eyes to size up this dog, making a mental note that he wasn't that ugly. He was still partially a human though, which made him disgusting in her books. At least, that is what the council informed her to do when they took over the human rule. In fact, it was a law 'All humans must be killed on sight'. Lana has never had the balls to kill a human though, being that she was an angel in her past life. "If you count sobbing uncontrollably peaceful, then yeah, I guess you did disturb me." she said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, watching him closely as he moved. She was amused.
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The ghoul put his hands up in defense suddenly, not wanting to eat her in the slightest. "Woah, woah, woah. Calm down!" he half pleaded, forcing his eyes to turn back to a pale blue color. She intrigued him, she was sort of attractive. No, a supernatural creature isn't supposed to feel anything for a pathetic bug such as a human. To assert his dominance, the boy flashed a charming smile at her, now lowering his hands. "Why don't I introduce myself, huh?" he said to her, shuffling a little bit closer to her, he was trying his best not to let his hunger overwhelm him. "My name is Arice. Arice Despereaux ." he announced to the girl, bowing like a gentleman, even though he didn't consider himself one in the slightest. Chivalry was dead, and technically so was he.
He then emitted a small laugh from his mouth, noticing that she had a gun pointed in his direction. Humans really had to brush up on their homework, didn't they? "Sweets, you know guns don't hurt me right?" he told her, sighing at his sentence.
She allowed her eyes to size up this dog, making a mental note that he wasn't that ugly. He was still partially a human though, which made him disgusting in her books. At least, that is what the council informed her to do when they took over the human rule. In fact, it was a law 'All humans must be killed on sight'. Lana has never had the balls to kill a human though, being that she was an angel in her past life. "If you count sobbing uncontrollably peaceful, then yeah, I guess you did disturb me." she said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, watching him closely as he moved. She was amused.
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The ghoul put his hands up in defense suddenly, not wanting to eat her in the slightest. "Woah, woah, woah. Calm down!" he half pleaded, forcing his eyes to turn back to a pale blue color. She intrigued him, she was sort of attractive. No, a supernatural creature isn't supposed to feel anything for a pathetic bug such as a human. To assert his dominance, the boy flashed a charming smile at her, now lowering his hands. "Why don't I introduce myself, huh?" he said to her, shuffling a little bit closer to her, he was trying his best not to let his hunger overwhelm him. "My name is Arice. Arice Despereaux ." he announced to the girl, bowing like a gentleman, even though he didn't consider himself one in the slightest. Chivalry was dead, and technically so was he.
He then emitted a small laugh from his mouth, noticing that she had a gun pointed in his direction. Humans really had to brush up on their homework, didn't they? "Sweets, you know guns don't hurt me right?" he told her, sighing at his sentence.
Satan
hell-bent
Liana shrugged, "Hoping it would've at least scared you." She swallowed, lowering the gun, but not putting it fully away. She eyed the individual, stiff. You could see her lips and nose, eyes barely visible. She noticed his gentleness.. but why?
"Is this what you did to her?" She asked, nodding towards the dead body. She knew she shouldn't be trusting him, he was with the supernatural. Who were ALWAYS hunting the human race...what was left of it anyway. She sighed under her breath, putting her gun away and taking her hood down. He already heard her voice, and could see most of her face anyway.
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Spencer rolled his eyes. The word "Dog" was used with his kind a lot so he wasn't affected by it.
"Werewolf...But yeah." He sighed "I don't consider sobbing peaceful... There's too much of it. But I wouldn't want to piss you off more." He grinned lightly, his jaw ticking. He's heard about this girl, the creatures wanted execution. He didn't want to bring that topic up, not right now anyway. He barely knew her. And now that he identified her, it was probably the reason why she was by herself, crying. In distress. His eyes cooled down back to their green/hazel color, licking his dry lips..
"Is this what you did to her?" She asked, nodding towards the dead body. She knew she shouldn't be trusting him, he was with the supernatural. Who were ALWAYS hunting the human race...what was left of it anyway. She sighed under her breath, putting her gun away and taking her hood down. He already heard her voice, and could see most of her face anyway.
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Spencer rolled his eyes. The word "Dog" was used with his kind a lot so he wasn't affected by it.
"Werewolf...But yeah." He sighed "I don't consider sobbing peaceful... There's too much of it. But I wouldn't want to piss you off more." He grinned lightly, his jaw ticking. He's heard about this girl, the creatures wanted execution. He didn't want to bring that topic up, not right now anyway. He barely knew her. And now that he identified her, it was probably the reason why she was by herself, crying. In distress. His eyes cooled down back to their green/hazel color, licking his dry lips..
Rhianna
She lives in a fairy tale
Lana sighed at his response towards her, her wings folding over her body as a safety mechanism. "So, there is a great chance that you have heard about me." she said to him, feeling a little bit defeated as she realized that mostly everyone in the supernatural world has. What she did when she was younger was absolutely terrible and she has regretted her actions ever since. "And that your kind has a warrant out for my arrest with The Council, as well as my death." she added in a low tone, while walking back to lean against the oak tree to support the added weight that was on her. She had always hated her wings, she would have rather had a tail than these giant feathers that felt like anchors on her back.
"You're a werewolf huh?" she remarked, snickering at the thought of him in his wolf form. Werewolves were always extremely intimidating, even when the supernaturals were seen as the outcasts of the world. Back when the world was balanced and in harmony, she was still an angel, she was happier. Now, since the world went to shit and she lost her grace, she was depressed and lonely.
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Arice pushed his desire to kill down into the bottom of his stomach, knowing he would probably hate himself if he killed this girl. Her behavior was weird for a human of this time. Most humans Arice came across were timid and frightened of everything before them, she was different though. This brunette haired girl gave off the impression that she was serious and in control of every situation that was presented before her. "I'm a ghoul, sweets. If you couldn't tell by me eating before you came along." he said to her calmly, blood dripping off of the tips of his fingers still.
He needed to shower, he practically wreaked of iron. The tall man frowned when he heard her speak about the woman in the alley. With his luck, the zombies were eating her by now. God did he despise those good for nothing assholes. "She was sick." he lied, trying his best not to scare her off. All he wanted was to make conversation with this girl, murdering her in cold blood was the last thing he wanted to do. "She begged me to end her life." he added, smiling as he saw her uncover her face from her hood.
"You're a werewolf huh?" she remarked, snickering at the thought of him in his wolf form. Werewolves were always extremely intimidating, even when the supernaturals were seen as the outcasts of the world. Back when the world was balanced and in harmony, she was still an angel, she was happier. Now, since the world went to shit and she lost her grace, she was depressed and lonely.
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Arice pushed his desire to kill down into the bottom of his stomach, knowing he would probably hate himself if he killed this girl. Her behavior was weird for a human of this time. Most humans Arice came across were timid and frightened of everything before them, she was different though. This brunette haired girl gave off the impression that she was serious and in control of every situation that was presented before her. "I'm a ghoul, sweets. If you couldn't tell by me eating before you came along." he said to her calmly, blood dripping off of the tips of his fingers still.
He needed to shower, he practically wreaked of iron. The tall man frowned when he heard her speak about the woman in the alley. With his luck, the zombies were eating her by now. God did he despise those good for nothing assholes. "She was sick." he lied, trying his best not to scare her off. All he wanted was to make conversation with this girl, murdering her in cold blood was the last thing he wanted to do. "She begged me to end her life." he added, smiling as he saw her uncover her face from her hood.
Satan
hell-bent
"Yep.." He puffed his cheeks put. His tribe had told the stories about this girl, kill her on sight. It's what he was taught. But seeing her here like this, made him confused on what he should do. He knew he WANTED to not kill her. He looked up at her, narrowing his eyes a bit. "You know my kind very well it seem," he started off, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm supposed to kill you... But I don't think I want to do that." He snickered, eyeing her down.
He took notice of her actions. The way she wrapped her wings around herself, the way she grinned, the way she cried. It was... It was almost as if it all was important and sacred to him.
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She crossed her arms and leaned one of her shoulders against the brick wall before them. "I'm Liana but you can call me Lee for short." She informed softly, glancing over at the body. Yep... Zombies were devouring the last of the woman's rotting flesh.
She.. Was somehow believing his lie. She had this feeling deep, deep in the pit of her stomach that he was lying but she ignored it. She.. Ignorantly nodded. "Kind of you.. I suppose." She weakly smiled, sadly. If a woman wanted you to end her life that bad, there must've been a bad sickness. Cancer..? But what kind of ghoul would want to eat tainted meat? She pushed the questions to the back of her head.
"Aren't you supposed to kill me on sight?" She quirked an eyebrow slightly
He took notice of her actions. The way she wrapped her wings around herself, the way she grinned, the way she cried. It was... It was almost as if it all was important and sacred to him.
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She crossed her arms and leaned one of her shoulders against the brick wall before them. "I'm Liana but you can call me Lee for short." She informed softly, glancing over at the body. Yep... Zombies were devouring the last of the woman's rotting flesh.
She.. Was somehow believing his lie. She had this feeling deep, deep in the pit of her stomach that he was lying but she ignored it. She.. Ignorantly nodded. "Kind of you.. I suppose." She weakly smiled, sadly. If a woman wanted you to end her life that bad, there must've been a bad sickness. Cancer..? But what kind of ghoul would want to eat tainted meat? She pushed the questions to the back of her head.
"Aren't you supposed to kill me on sight?" She quirked an eyebrow slightly
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