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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:18 pm
Ayame turned to Myka, her smile getting bigger. "You found him, right?" She didn't wait for an answer, just waved a hand towards the bed-side table. "Yeah, but only black." She grinned, her fangs catching the light. "It's a good thing that Sho looks good in black; I'm assuming it's his nails we will be painting?" She raised an eyebrow, and tossed her gold hair over her shoulders before turning to Logan. "You might not want to stick around. Things might get..." She paused, and seemed to be looking for the right word. "Messy." Ayame nodded after a minute. "Very, very messy."
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:21 pm
"What kind of messy?" he said lifting an intrigued eye brow. If it was torturing someone or had todo with violence he wanted to stick around and watch.
"Sure... could you help though? I'm really bad at this kind of think." he said looking at her and standing up.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:24 pm
Myka smiled. "Any color works, really. I might just have to hire a Hermes kid to go out and find me some neon yellow polish. That would look glorious, don't you think?" she asked, putting a finger to her lips. Hazel eyes glinting mischeviously, Myka's smile could only widen. She curled a peice of crimson hair behind her ear before she put her finger to her chin in thought. "Now where can we find a curling iron at this time of night?" she mumbled.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:29 pm
Ayame leapt up from the bed, and nearly tackled Myka in a hug. "I love you!" She squealed, jumping in the air. "Oh sweet, sweet revenge." She murmured, falling back onto the bed, hugging herself happily. She quickly sat up, and reached under the bed again, pulling out her bag. "I DO have make-up, but no curling iron." Her eyes flashed with a wicked amusement as she began rooting through her bag. Turning to Logan, she explained. "We are going to torture Sho. Now, do you want to help us find a curling iron?" She asked sweetly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:30 pm
She opened her bag and took out her man nail polishes and bright colored shirts/skinni jeans to get to the bottom and get the tweasers. "Ok, come here." She smiled at him before gently taking his hand to pick out the splinters.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:34 pm
Myka laughed loudly as Ayame tackled her in a hug. She hugged her friend back before putting her hands on her hips. "Do any self respecting girls or boys have any shades of nail polish that a self respecting boy would hate having on his nails?" she called out. Myka looked around before scratching the back of her head. "Speak now, or forever hold your peace." she called out.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:34 pm
"I know were to get one." he said clapping his hands and slamming them on the floor. When he pulled them back up there was a curling iron in his hands and he smiled. "Here you go." he said holding it out to Ayame.
He winced slightly as she took his hand and smiled an unnoticable smile at her. "Thank you for being nice." he said.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:39 pm
She smiled at him when she was done and repacked her bag. "For being nice? It's just what I do.. Are people normally mean to you?" She looked toward the door having heard Myka's announcement. "Oooh, one minute." She poked her head in the door. "Will neon colors work?" She said, smiling.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:40 pm
Ayame kissed him lquivkly on the cheek before laughing and darting away to examining the curler carefully. "Okay, great, this is perfect!" She grinned at her two friends, her happiness bubbling out and making her unusually giddy. "Hey, Myka, do you think we should give Sho a lip piercing?" She asked, plugging the curler into the wall. "I still have a few needles in my bag from when I pierced my nose."
Sho stopped outside the door, very fearful of the thoughts that were going through Myka's head. He had the fleeting impulse to run, but knew that Ayame was faster than him, and could easily catch up. Sighing, he opened the door.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:43 pm
Myka clapped her hands as her eyes widened. She eagerly dashed over to Naia and gave the girl a bear hug. "I owe you!! The girliest colors you can find!" she chirped before dashing back to Ayame. She began jumping up and down happily. "Tell me that there's risk of infection! Please, just say it!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:44 pm
He stared in space for a moment after she kissed his cheek. He shook the feeling off and noticed Sho open the door. He walked over to Ayame and whispered "Want me to get him?"
"Sometimes." he said before she walked off. He walked over next to her and crossed his arms.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:45 pm
all the comotion woke belleth.her tears were dry on her face.she got up and heade toward the lake.she acsidentaly left the letter on the pillow.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:50 pm
"hi,im joshua."Joshua said as he walked in
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:50 pm
She smiled huge and dug through her bag. "Neon pink... bright, sunny yellow.... teal blue...." She took out the three colors to show her. She saw Near{?} and smiled at him. "This'll be fun!"
{{brb in ten to fifteen minutes...ish. ily logan}}
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:52 pm
Ayame nodded to Logan, and leaned close to Myka. "Yes. There is totally a risk of infection." She whispered before doing several balletic spins away. "Why do you think kids aren't supposed to pierce themselves?" She chirped, imitating Myka's happy tone and falling onto the bed only to pop up two seconds later. "Shooooo." She sang up in a cheerful voice, a wickedly dangerously sweet smile on her face.
Sho closed his eyes, and tried to ignore the voice and smile that went hand-in-hand with Ayame styled doom. "Only this time she has back-up." He mentally cursed Myka before cracking an eye open. "What?"
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