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It wasn't that it made that much of a difference. It didn't- the green hair and the pants didn't make that much of a difference. She didn't know why she'd just- It was like she'd been acting like a different person ( Read more... ) -
Happy Birthday, Tim.
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"Correct me if I'm wrong, but if this is so very much like we did in Narnia, then why is it that here you're parading around in the nude ( Read more... ) -
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Xander had been looking all over the island for Jill today, since she wasn't in any of her normal spots. When he went by the training field, no one was there. When he went by the psychology office in the compound, they said she wasn't in. Confounded, Xander figured Tim must have had the Titans off doing something crazy and he'd worry if he didn't ( Read more... ) -
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Jill'd gotten through training - gotten through that and with Tim... She was tired. Really, really tired, and it wasn't even noon. She walked down the path, rubbing her hands on her face, not even seeing Bart. ( But there he was, so they'd have to have this conversation. ) -
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It wasn't that training was hard - not any more then usual, anyhow. Jill was sweating, working. Sparring with Tim, right this second. She'd meditated and stretched and run- did all the things she did every morning. But today, Tim was pushing her harder then usual, and it was starting to wear on her.
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The bow hit against his arm brought Xander slightly out of being wrapped up in her kiss. He bit his lip and ducked his head bashfully. "Do you want to go somewhere...?" His tone implied everything.
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Okay, I think I've tagged everything, and I posted... and now it's time for me to go to my Mom's. I'll def. be back before it's dark (I'm painting, and I'm not painting in the dark), and I'll have my computer, so tags'll be sporadic, just FYI.
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Jill didn't usually stay in the compound long, what with the closed in space and lack of light and all. She usually ate her lunch in the kitchen, and on tense days even took that outside, too. Staying in the rec room? Not likely. She heard singing, though, when she walked past the entrance. Jill loped the last few steps to the rec room, her brows ( Read more... )