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 Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 12:17 pm
Tanzanite tossed the pills his way, smiling slightly at the hand that rested on her knee. Part of her was ashamed of their less-than-sober adventures, but a much larger part of her was relieved to still have access to that human side of herself. The side that enjoyed more than stealing starseeds and beating on senshi. Whether it was the touch or what that touch reminded her off, it was a comfort.
“We should probably get out of here soon,” she said, rubbing at her eyes as though to clear the exhaustion from then, “He'll be here in a couple of hours, and neither of us want to get caught when he gets here.”
By he, there was no doubt who she meant. There was only one man in Destiny City who could make a Negaverse Lieutenant and a Super Senshi high tail it, and he just so happened to be Hillworth's gym teacher.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 8:50 pm
One hand on her leg, the other fumbled on the covers, searching for the fallen pill container. Once found, Castor was going to chug those suckers down dry. So what if it was technically overdosing? He should have died from alcohol poisoning ages ago anyway. Maybe being a senshi upped your tolerance for drugs and alcohol. If so Castor was sorely tempted to see if it might be true.
But more on that later, right now, find pills. Ah, no, that was an empty beer can. No, sock, and..."Haha! Little Buggers." Grabbing the bottle he slipped two of the tiny pills out and shoved them in his mouth, wincing at the chalking taste and texture. "You say a few hours." Castor began to slide himself out of the bed an onto the floor, eyes and hand tracing her leg. "What's the rush?" Groaning he forced himself to stand and walk over to the entrance, leaning on the frame. "..." He gave Tanzanite an odd look. "...You also might want to find more clothes, because when I power down, I dunno if that'll stick around for you...And I dunno if I need it back or not." Opening the door, he gave a small chuckle.
"Uh, babe, you might want to see this."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:40 pm
The rush?
The rush was not getting her skin peeled off and handed to her by a very angry and powerful leader of the Negaverse. As much as Tanzanite's stomach might have been bothering her at that moment, she was in no way, shape, or form inclined to have it torn out and used as a Christmas Tree decoration. She fished her bathrobe out from under her sleeping bag and pulled it around her shoulders, tying the belt as she went to go look outside.
Oh <******** parking lot was a disaster. Balloon animals floated in the light breeze, giraffes and dogs created out of inflated condoms galloping across the pavement. They were joined by herds of brightly colored confetti, beer bottles, and red plastic cups. While hilarious, these things drew neither Tanzanite's concern nor her attention. Her eyes were focused on the wall adjacent to the gym door, grey eyes wide.
There, on the red brick wall, was a wide, poorly drawn series of highly incriminating graffiti. Apparently, in their drunken state, it had taken them several times to spell their names right. Yet there they were, gigantic and neon in color, glaring down at them.
Castir Casta Casturd CASTOR + Negahot Negababe Tannypoo TANZANITE!
"I am so ********."
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:55 pm
Leaning against the frame, Castor took a few moments to admire what he could only assume to be his and Tanzanite's handy work. It was like a frat boy party had gone wrong, and yet, there was something utterly pleasing in knowing that you could make poodles out of inflated condoms. And the fact he'd been coordinated enough while drunk to make said poodles out of inflated condoms. It was like finding out you held the world record for something absurd. It was still a weird record, but you held the championship title and still felt oddly proud of it.
And if there was a world record for most balloon animals made out of condoms while drunk, Castor was sure he and Tanz now held the prestigious title of world champions.
Amusing drunkenly made condom animals aside, Castor noticed the large amount of dented car hoods. Fair bet he'd used his hail attack more then once, causing god knew much property damage. But the best part was indeed, the neon glaring letters and misspelt names of the duo. Her curse made him smile, (hey it was funny, in some horrible, sick, twisted way).
"...So...Tannypoo, think we ought to do this again sometime?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 12:40 pm
“I don't think I'll be surviving this time...” Tanzanite murmured, trailing off as she considered how to best remove spraypaint from a brick wall. There was no way that Charonite would not see the glaring testament to her treason spray painted on the wall outside the place where he spent most of his waking moments. She looked at the wall as though it, personally, was going to kill her. The headache worsened, and Tanzanite suddenly wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a lot more Tylenol.
“I have the feeling if we meet again, Castor,” she glanced at him, and there was perhaps a little bit of sadness in those grey eyes, “It won't be on good terms.”
And then she was gone, leaping to the top of the school and taking off across the city.
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