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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 17, 2009 20:51:34 GMT -5
Yasmine kept cackling, guessing about her mental image. She finally hushed, shaking her head, then looked at Sabrina, sitting in the snow by herself. "Oi! You look emo! Worse than Rayne!" she called, but was ignored. Rayne glared. "I'm not emo," she muttered.
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Post by Trinity Connor on Jan 17, 2009 21:21:13 GMT -5
"Maa! Bri ain't EMO!" Joey barked, sending a snowball at Yasmine's head. "Jo' if ya value yer life, back off." Elina said sounding like her sister. "Sorreh."
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 17, 2009 21:23:56 GMT -5
Yasmine dodged in deftly without even turning to look at Joey. "Blah, blah. Who's the one in her head all the time?" she queried,"Certainly not you." Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Stuff it, Yaz," she muttered.
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Post by Trinity Connor on Jan 17, 2009 22:32:11 GMT -5
"She's got a point either way." Elina chimed before pushing Joey into the snow. "HEY!"
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 17, 2009 22:47:21 GMT -5
Yasmine grinned. "Exactly!" she crowed, putting her hands on her hips. Sabrina rose slowly, brushing the snow from her pants before walking over to Joey and holding out a hand to help him to his feet. "C'mon, pup," she said with a small smile,"You'll catch a cold like that."
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Post by Trinity Connor on Jan 19, 2009 11:38:55 GMT -5
Joey grinned at Sabrina before taking hold of her hand. "Wouldn't be the first time, y'know." He replied.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 19, 2009 12:19:19 GMT -5
Sabrina giggled. "Hey, a girl's gotta look after her pup," she teased lightly, pulling him to his feet. She paused, then tilted her head to the side. Joey was taller then her. "When did you grow?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Trinity Connor on Jan 21, 2009 11:34:40 GMT -5
Joey was just as surprised that he was suddenly taller than Sabrina. "Must've been lately since I didn't notice before." Joey muttered making Trinity stifle a laugh. "You've been growing again since last year bud." Yugi quipped.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 21, 2009 16:00:25 GMT -5
Sabrina pouted, stood on her tiptoes, jumped slightly. No use. "Not fair! I'm used to being tall!" she whined playfully, smiling anyway.
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Post by Trinity Connor on Jan 22, 2009 12:22:35 GMT -5
"Can't help what runs in my fam'ly, y'know." Joey said, wrapping his right arm under Sabrina's shoulders to pick her up so she could be level with him.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 22, 2009 16:07:25 GMT -5
Of course, now that she had successfully (and slyly) conned him into making her height level with his, she smirked. "You could try," she said innocently before kissing him fiercely.
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Post by Trinity Connor on Jan 24, 2009 15:07:28 GMT -5
"Looks like we got 'nother melee attack via lip lock goin' on!" Trinity called out jubilantly while her sister whistled in agreement with the sweet scene. Joey just smiled against the fierce kiss before returning it with much more heated passion.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 24, 2009 15:43:38 GMT -5
Yasmine laughed. "I'm not the only one guilty!" she crowed as Andromeda wolfwhistled at them. Sabrina pulled away slowly, nuzzling into his neck.
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Post by Trinity Connor on Jan 25, 2009 21:28:33 GMT -5
"You two crazy lovers wanna vanish, that's fine with us!" Trinity said, giving Joey a rough smack to the shoulder in happiness. "We can survive with out ya for a while." Elina added, reaching up on her tiptoes to ruff-up Joey's naturally messy hair.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jan 26, 2009 20:14:36 GMT -5
Sabrina dropped to the ground, suddenly on guard. She pressed a finger to her lips and gave Alianore a signal. A few seconds later, a rather large knife, pilfered from the kitchen by the Lioness, was hurtling towards her. She snapped her hand up, catching the knife between her first two fingers, just before to sharp point drilled between her eyebrows. "No one try that at home," she said with a slightly off grin. But then she became serious again, her other hand grabbing the hilt of the knife and pulling it away, twirling it so that if she were to out stretch her fist, her hand turned up and down, the blade would be facing the ground. Instead she held her arms loosely at her sides, the silver blade pointing behind her. But from the way she was clutching the hilt, she was anything but calm.
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