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| New RN's. How bout it? |
| I desire to serve the Mistress and her ladies unconditionally |
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 Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 11:52 am
{{PFT! Putting your hands on someone is something that can NEVER be taken back. I don't give a damn if you break down crying b/c you feel so bad about it.}}
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 11:59 am
((*gets distracted by the shiny purple accents*))
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 12:06 pm
{{heeheehee, thanks Leko. I just thought of the silliest cartoon I'd ever seen when I read that. stressed Oooooooooo, pretty pretty, shiny shiny! eek rofl }}
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 12:11 pm
((killa's going to read me the riot act at GGB gonk ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 12:32 pm
*gets up suddenly and runs down to her room*
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 5:36 pm
*Slips in through the shadows behind the bar, and searches the bottles assembled along the back.*
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 5:48 pm
((Kat will be there soon......apparently the child wants to be fed... stare xd xp ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 5:51 pm
{{You better feed my Marie! scream *Brattyglomps* heart }}
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 5:52 pm
*As she debates what she wants to drink, G strolls into the bar.* Brat, zhere you are. I half look for you. *She picks up a bottle of Apricot Brandy and sets it on the counter, her lip curling.* So you have found me. stare *She turns on her heel, reaching over to pull down a large tumbler. She adds ice and orange/mango juice to the glass and returns for the brandy. Filling the rest of the glass, she finally looks over at him, scowling.*
((k ~ Understand the child thing, sometimes Brat thinks hers have hollow legs. In the interim, I have a little tiffing to do w/G that I started... good thing I previewed sweatdrop ))
((Edits: Apparently should have previewed one more time... eek *Glomps Icy* ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 5:55 pm
Icy Reign {{You better feed my Marie! scream *Brattyglomps* heart }} (( rofl She's 15! She should be able to feed herself by now! xp ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:07 pm
*G eyes her, trying to gauge her temper.* Ve did no make zat flight, Brat. Ve are no lost you lady. Zat vas you trouble. You no ask, "G, help." Just left. *His eyes meet hers, asking her questions she doesn't want to answer.*
You didn't arrange the flight?
Nyet, nyet. Ze Italianos ve ask, zey arrange.
*She winces.* Damit! How many moles does she have on her payroll?
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:16 pm
*G shrugs his broad shoulders. As she goes to take a sip of her drink, she remembers she didn't offer him one. She gets a smaller glass, grabbing a bottle of vodka, bringing both to him.*
And you just left me there at the airport? I thought you all wanted some help. *A dark look comes to her face again.* And what's with the threats, G, really?
I am no threat you, Brat. Ivan... *shrugs*
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:17 pm
{{*sits down with bowl of popcorn, ready to watch her fave show*}}
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:21 pm
Ivan *She nearly spits the word out.* I could care less what Ivan thinks he can do to me. *Her lips curl in a sneer.* And he owes Ghost more than he'd care to think about. *Her voice drops to a soft, deadly whisper.* But he'd leave Lily out of it. If -he- knows what good for -him-. *Her eyes narrow to slits and G winces.*
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 6:31 pm
Brat, I no am Ivan. He is danger man, duh, duh. But no stupid. He is make threat for Lily, nyet, nyet. *He shakes his head.*
Duh, duh, yes, he did. And if something happens to her, *Her eyes meet his* I can't say what the other will do. If -I- don't get to him first. She's an innocent, G. Leave her out of it. He'd better know that, duh?
*He nods, knowing.* I vill talk to him, duh.
((Bratty doesn't tend to do walls of text. Too hard for me to proofread what I'm saying... sweatdrop ))
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