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 Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 3:36 am
 
It took her a moment to open her eyes, but when she did, she was lying on the ground and Catrina was on top of her. In her surprise, she let out a stream of unintellegible noise and tried to elbow the girl in the face, but there was no way she could do it like this. Thankfully -- or not? -- her anger subsided when they accused her of being the one to make her sister disappear! "What?! Why would I do that?" she cried, now resuming her attempts to wrestle away from Catrina. There was something wrong with her, wrong with all of them!
Natalia slammed her hands down on Zelynity's desk over and over again, making a sporadic, slightly spazzy rhythm. "Plot twist!" she exclaimed, marveling at her coworkers. "Of COURSE, it was the sister! Why didn't I see it before? Genius!" She got overly excited when Catrina and Zelynity were playing detective, mainly because she had decided early on that being just an assistant was boring, and she needed to have a more vocal role.
"I didn't DO anything!" Kotone yelled, trying to jab an accusing finger at Nat, but failing. "Sure, I don't really like Shinju, she's a stupid, boring giant, but why would I want to get rid of her? She pays for stuff!" Maybe if she had a job or was married to a prince, she could afford to get rid of her sister, but not when she was a jobless, single mother newly out of high school.
"That's what they all say!" Nat chimed in triumphantly once more. Now she was just kind of talking out of her a**.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 7:50 pm
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 7:53 pm
 Just what am I supposed to say ↘↘
____________________________And tell you why I turned out this way ↘↘
_______________________________________________________________If you love it let it go ↘
_______________________________________________________________________How I died you'll never know
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__________________________________________________________________________↙ Nothing safe feels real
____________________________________________________________↙↙ Waiting here to die
_______________________________________↙↙ Picking at the brainstell your momma that women are all the same...  Work outfit~
Zelynity smiled at Natalia in that cool guy detective way. It was similar to a smirk, but enough to take your breath away. She then turned back to scowl at Kotone when she began about how she wouldn't harm her stupid, boring, giant of a sister. "Natalia. Write down: culprit refers to sister as a stupid, boring giant!" An assistant was truly a great thing to have. She couldn't bother herself to stop the interrogations with writing down things that someone else could do. "I already told you why. Are you deaf?" She stepped closer to help the poor deaf girl hear her better. "YOU WANT HER INSURANCE POLICY MONEY FOR YOURSELF! THAT'S WHY!" She screamed so the poor soul could hear. But, maybe this deaf thing was just a way for her to make them feel sorry for her. "Natalia!" She turned back to the brunette. "See if you can find any records of how much money would pay out for the death of Shinju." She felt a little guilty about putting Natalia to so much work, but she felt like she was onto something. Her hand instantly raised to stroke her chin as she thought some more. This girls actions surely weren't adding up. The odds were just stacked against her one after another.
Zelynity leaned down a bit closer when Catrina began speaking up, hoping she could hear this next really important part. "YEAH!" That was the most important part of double-teaming against people. Showing that you had support for each other. That was why it was good that Catrina let her speak up. Two interrogators were much more threatening than one! She continued scowling at Kotone. This was getting so serious now. She was the culprit and she better like her legs. She better be completely mesmerized because only the baddest of the bad guys got to see this much of her naked. Well, if she ever found a big, strong man that was just as competitive, artistic, tall, and wonderful as she was, then he'd get to see her naked too. A lot more naked than this. She had to completely force herself to not think about the great man that she had conjured up in her mind and get back to the important things. The important things being making this girl confess to the murder of her sister or burst into tears. Whichever came first. 
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 3:51 am
Ahh, Natalia almost couldn't take it! It felt like it had been forever since they had last had a client, and the room was filled with so much energy, Nat was doing everything in her power not to thrash around on her desk, just to relieve some of the tension. Usually she spent her time napping or hassling her coworkers, but now that they were in Detective Mode, she couldn't help but to marvel at their abilities. They were just so shiny and cool~ She quickly pulled out a sheet of paper and started to write down the information Zelynity wanted her to include, but it was only one phrase, so she continued on to draw a dog wearing a sombrero, shooting tacos out of a T-shirt gun at Rory, who had a thick handlebar mustache. She was easily distracted like that. For a moment, she blissed out, but then Zelynity addressed her. "Yes!" she cried out as her name was called. As the pink haired girl told her what to do, the brunette hesitated. Even though she was the assistant, she actually never really did much assistant work. "Okay!" she saluted again, as that was her thing now. "I don't know what those words mean!" she cried with just as much conviction. Records? What records? Really, if this were a more proper and formal business, she would probably be fired by now.
Meanwhile, Kotone had decided it was too much work to struggle, so she just went limp and tried to understand what was going on. It was too much for her to handle, and she didn't know what to do. All she knew was that she wanted to do what she always did when she couldn't decide what to do and was becoming overwhelmed with the situation. But she was an adult now, she had to be stronger than that. She couldn't just break down like a little kid! She'd never be able to live it down. But she was so uncomfortable, and was having a hard time thinking, and so she couldn't hold it back for very long. It was only a matter of time before her eyes began to prickle, and fat tear drops began to drip down her cheeks. She really was immature, crying just because she was confused and frustrated, and wanted to leave, but didn't know how.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 7:02 pm
~ End! ~
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