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 Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 12:04 am
Riley winced as the thought hit her like a ton of bricks. She was glad she wasn't holding anything anymore, because she would have dropped it from sheer pain of hearing Christof YELL into her mind. As it was, her hands lifted to her temples, holding her skull as if it would burst.
Okay, okay, you don't need to - what in Unholy Sally's name are you two doing, wrestling on the floor right now?
Jericho was laughing.. did that mean... were they getting along? Playing a game, perhaps? Was the scareling thing a joke Jericho was teasing him with?
Riley's heart swelled with joy. They were getting along!
Look at you two, rolling around playfighting. So precious.
A snapshot was heard.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 12:22 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 1:31 am
Fitness Booth's Raffle is now closed!
Winners will be rolled tomorrow - this is the list of sign-ups! If you signed up and you are not on this list you have 24 hours to PM ME and let me know! DO NOT POST ABOUT IT.
(One sign-up per person) Byagane319 - Nefertari chimarii - Danny Nyxtsuki Moon - Amphitrite Ravvlet - Cady Frezir - Krovi hostel_en_frunk - Cat LP - Willow sleepZombie - Aislin Ice Queen - Sybaline iloveyouDIE - Ulmuka hanging gallow - Joachim von Helmar childs menu - Owl The Riyo - Riyo
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 7:38 pm
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 7:40 pm
Riley put away her camera slyly, looking as though she was in a much better mood than most of the day had found her. She stooped down to pick up the box that she'd dropped, checking to see if she'd broken anything inside, when-
WHACK
A piece of paper bounced off her head and scuttled into the box itself. She turned her head slightly, stared at the paper, and then carried the box to her booth table. She unfolded the paper, and read the information - it was a prom flyer.
Her eyes carefully side glanced over to Nukpana two booths down, who looked far more innocent than he should, and her hand crumpled the paper tighter.
Then she grabbed one of her flyers, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it hard all the way over to his booth.
Two could play the litter game.
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