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Me: *Cries*
The Lolly parade was killed!!!))

(( EUGH. Fruitcake. I get mailed one every Christmas from Eternal_PrinceofFire..cause he`s my aunt.
FRUITCAKE SUCKS. ))

Cheiko frowned. She liked that crossbow.
It would be fun scaring Angel half to death with it.

``Got a kidnapping done by some self-possesed b***h I`m about to start a war against.
All it took was a few artificially made rubies. Couldn`t tell the difference.``

Cheiko may have been fibbing for shock value, but then again she was Cheiko.

``I did manage to blow that little snob to smithereens.
You should have been there man, he almost cried before I made him like..have a boner before I shot him in the leg. It was amazing.``

Cheiko laughed, slightly morosed that her food ran out.
She strolled to her fridge and opened it up.
It was all still her uncles food- since..well he hadn`t been dead long.
She`d only killed him a while back.
Chieko lifted a few bottles of Sake, fish..AHA.

Mochi.
Why was her uncle so pro-asian? I guess cause he was a leader of the yakuza, but..
She pondered this while biting into a strawberry flavoured glob.

Jasmine pursed her lips in the effort not to laugh. Of course, it wouldn't be in fun of Cheiko, but more or less marveling at her antics, which were so amusing and, in most cases, hilarious.

Sex and guns. In the Big Apple, nonetheless.

"Tell you what," Jasmine said, going over her inventory in the back of her mind. "I'll get that crossbow back... soon," she promised, "and I'll also give you that authentic silk dress that's... well, you know the one. The, uh, one that has cleavage down to the waist. You said you liked that, and I've never used it, personally."

Jasmine was glancing around at the furniture of her current lodgings. Kinky. The squid-shaped bed would have to go, but the four-foot, neon-orange aqua-jet bathtub could say. For function, if not aesthetic value.

"And as for the cage," Jasmine continued, shifting the phone from one ear to the other as she examined the tub, "maybe... think... the bed. Four-poster, indestructible. Iron bars come down from the ceiling. And curtains over those, so it's dark. You could light some kind of Asian incense, something good."

((Yes, but she isn't Japanese. Or in Japan. And Jasmine happens to be pro-choice.))

Jasmine smirked at the comment. "Well, I can't stand turtlenecks. But I would get the incense. But if not," Jasmine surrendered the point, "what would you do instead? I'm looking at this lovely bathtub with water jets and... and things," she said, chuckling at her lack of knowledge about bathtub mechanics, "and maybe you could lock him in a bathroom or something. Bathtubs are... sexy," she said earnestly.

"And there's nothing wrong with kinky."

She was now examining the toilet seat. Nothing fancy, but it was--soft. Not a common feature, she realized.

"Was that the one where the hero dies at the end?" Jasmine half-asked, half-cautioned. "Be careful with your prize, dear," she warned. "I doubt, after so long, you'd want to... break, him."

Jasmine finally realized that she couldn't order pizza to her safe house. She would need to go and retrieve it.

"Anyway, I'm afraid I'll have to go here in a bit--but lovely news. I'm here in New York--I guess that's where you are--we should lunch sometime."

(( rofl Me has returned! ^_^ ))

((Woah!! Yay!))