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 Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 6:50 pm
 Cathleen wasn't the calmest of girls, and certainly not the daintiest. She was crass, rough, belligerent, and about a quiet as a freight train exploding. Though she wasn't the lovely in personality, she was quite beautiful in looks, something her sisters said "made up for her otherwise disrupted perfection." Her sisters' reasoning was, of course, nothing but bull, other than the fact that Cathleen was a beautiful girl. She was quite proud of her looks, even if she couldn't careless about her attitude.
"I come 'round the bend, a ring of power held within my grasp!" She sang, a sack of potatoes strapped to her back. "If you think ye can pass me by, you best be changing fast! Yes, ye best be changing fast!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:59 pm
 Although he had quite the reputation as it was, BooBoo was also the type to never learn. So long as his adoptive mother Ishme believed every word out of his mouth, he was going to do what he wanted and when he wanted to do it. On this such occasion, he was eyeing up little Cathleen from a safe distance, listening to her sing with a dazzling smile passing on his lips. Oh yeah, this one was a hottie.
He was quick to stride in her direction, falling along step with her without so much as a care towards how she might feel about it.
"Now, what's little miss ginger doing carrying around such a heavy sack? I'd be glad to carry it for you."
He peered at her over his shades, offering a little wink to accompany the smile already firmly in place on his face.
Hopefully, phase one worked. Phase two wasn't his favorite option.
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