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 Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 4:11 pm
Ace kept laughing even as several party-goers passed by with questioning looks.
Tiffany yelled out a simple.."Oh, yeah..I'm- I'm FINE. And I have, a Great Idea!" Tiffany was kneeling and caught her fan, and a floating shoe. she adjusted both of them, and gave angel a look.
"How about.." Tiffany placed a hand on his cheek. "You go underwater..AND I COUNT TO A MILLION!" SHe pushed his face backwards, and hoisted herself out of the water, absolutely dripping. Tiffany muttered things to herself as she rung out her dress, and stomped out of the fountain courtyard.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 4:14 pm
Rose was bursting out with laughter and looked at Ace, "I'll go check on the mystery man...*Teh heh*" and she went to speak with Angel.
Angel struggled out of the pond but felt a huge pain in his ribs. he hoped to god that there wasn't bacteria in the pond...or else his bullet wound/ snake bite might have some problems.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 4:28 pm
Tiffany kept walking, looking back and rolling her eyes. She bumped into rose. "Hi." She muttered cooly, and strode onward. She passed the Ace, now laughing his a** off from a table. Into the house, lifting the jewelry box off the table, up the stairs, through the hall, and into her room. Tiffany muttered as she grabbed a towel and slid out of the dress. Ew. there must ahve been something in the pond, and a part of it was slimey.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 4:32 pm
Angel sat on the side of the fountain as Rose aprached.
Rose smiled, "Tiffany's unrequited love."
Angel gave her a boyish grin.
Rose smiled back, "I'm Tiffany's friend...and you're soaking wet."
Angel looked around then started seriously at Rose, "Don't tell anyone, but I went for a swim. And you know how the house owner is, no swimming alowed."
Rose laughed, "Come on. Lets see if the maid will find a room for you to shower in and could find you some spare cloths."
Angel nodded in agreement and they walked into the house.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:10 pm
Tiffany dried off her hair, and shuffled around in her closet for something wearble.
Ah, screw it. No more partying. She was cold.
And Tired.
And Angel was pissing her off. At least Rose was keeping him company. No, that didn't make her a little jealous. NOT AT ALL HAHAHAHA.
Tiffany toweldried herself, as she just kept the dress on, it took too much effort.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:14 pm
Rose spotted one of Tiffany's maids, and rushed up to her, "Excuse me, can you help me a little."
A dripping wet Angel followed grugingly.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:19 pm
"Oh, great, now it's in my house. Hopefully they talked to Maria." She said quietly from her window. Maria only knew italian, so she would have to just send them out. She smiled, but her mouth twitched slightly. She was still so angry. Tiffany mumbled and grumbled, tempted to throw things at the two of them.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:44 pm
((Interesting, but definitely not unexpected turn of events... heh, xd ))
Beans' cell phone ringed almost constantly, but he refused to answer it. After about an hour of this, he took its battery out. Claire was still sick, and he couldn't forget about that. The two took care of each other that day - they both needed the comfort and solace of each other.
Neither left the apartment that day.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 7:20 pm
((Bwahaha she wont get away that easy!))
The maid was not Maria. She was just a normal maid that sent Angel and Rose to a guest room. Rose nodded to Angel and left for Tiffany's room.
Angel asked the maid for some cloths, to which she she nodded and went to get a spare suit. Angel got into the shower and started to wash the gunk off his skin before he got infected. His wounded bits burned as water accompanied by soap hit him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 7:26 pm
[NUU!]
Tiffany finally slithered out of the slimy dress. Were those..footsteps?
OH, NO!
He was NOT going in her room. Tiffany slammed the door to her closet shut, and quikly shuffeld around for something. Perfect.
She threw the cotton robe over her shoulders, and shifted her hair out of her face and onto her right shoulder. She practically looked like the little grudge girl before.
Tiffany tied it at the waist, and threw the dress in a laundry bin. Tiffany stormed out of her closet, and into her bathroom before he could get a shower.
"WHAT ARE YOU?!-" Tiffany immideatly slammed the door, and now faced her room.
Why me?
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 7:32 pm
((lol!))
Angel stumble as he saw Tiffany, "Tiffany!?! I-" but then the door was slammed shut. Angel sighed and tried to get the slime off as soon as possable.
He spoke to Tiffany on the other side of the door,
"Tiffany...Look I'm sorry! I didn't know this was your room! The maid just lead me here and I thought this was a guest room...I am sorry!"
His bullet wound hissed more as more soap hit it. He hissed at the pain, but didn't stop washing.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 7:39 pm
Tiffany looked to her side, to the doorframe.
She asked the heavens in a small voice.."Why me?"
She sighed shortly and angrily, and said nothing. Tiffany mumbled and grumbled. There were like..four guest rooms in this house! ARGURMAFOGDHGOSH.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 7:42 pm
Angel finished his shower in record time...and the maid hasn't came with his cloths. He took a towel and wrapped to around his hip. He then opened the door a crack and looked out into Tiffany's room,
"Tiffany..." he spoke in a guilty and apologenic voice, he really hadn't ment for that to happen,
"Do you have any bandages or something like that?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 7:47 pm
Tiffany looked up at him, then to.
GAH THAT LOOKED PAINFUL. Nice abs..though, NO NEVERMIND.
She quirked an eyebrow, and looked out her window. "Bottom left drawer." She said blankly, reaching a hand on the doorknob and quickly closing it, not caring for the nose she had almost, almost crushed by doing so.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 7:51 pm
Angel sounded almost pitiful, "Thank you.." he got the bandages and sat down on the toilet, seat down.
He cursed a little as he tried to dress his bullet wound that still looked juicy. He continued to curse and tried to finish wrapping his wound poorly.
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