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 Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:36 pm
*leaps up to the rafter, but misses!*
eek
*fortunately, several of her squirrel friends are there to grab her hand and help haul her up above the whirlwind of air*
Thanks guys!
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:37 pm
*Crosses his arms and frowns, cape blowing ferociously.*
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:37 pm
*is blown back against the wall of the Bistro*
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:38 pm
*Digs his claws into the ground and holds on*
Well now never seen him do that before...
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:38 pm
::Crouches down and holds her hands over her head like in a tornado drill::
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:39 pm
*collapses under the weight of his own muscles, armor, and weapons*
NOOOOOO!!!!
*timeslide occurs and reverts*
Ow....huh? confused
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:40 pm
: biggrin ials the wind down a bit::
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:40 pm
WOAH! *is thrown into the wall, bouncing back down to absolutely ruin a table booth*
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:41 pm
VICTORY!
*gives all the squirrels the tiniest of prosh high-fives*
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:41 pm
*lands sprawled out on the floor, sits up and rubs her head*
Ouch
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:41 pm
*stumbles to his feet*
Huh....I blacked out again? gonk
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:42 pm
::Steps REALLY close to Powell's face::
Mind explaining what that was about?
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:43 pm
HA! Kid turned into a 90's nightmare!
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:43 pm
Doreen Green GLI VICTORY! *gives all the squirrels the tiniest of prosh high-fives*
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:43 pm
Ms Clarice Ferguson *lands sprawled out on the floor, sits up and rubs her head* Ouch
*Goes over to Clarice and leans down to her.*
Are you alright?
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