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as requested...

Jan 30, 2010 01:11

Through some sheer miracle known as Erica, Amalia was able to return all the new people back to their original homes. After she accomplished this, and due to Jin's ongoing vacation, Amalia has been able to get some reading done. Now, anyone who knows Amalia well knows that she enjoys her harlequin romance novels and gets a kick out of people being ( Read more... )

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wh-what the hell am i doing /sob ruinsforspouses January 30 2010, 07:04:08 UTC

Charlotte is stretched luxuriously out in the meadow on her stomach, her voluptuous curves pressing teasingly against the soft spring ground. A few blades of grass tickle the smooth, pale skin of her breasts and kiss them with dew as she rolls onto her side, drawing one creamy thigh up over the other and sighing with passionate bliss.

"Ah~" she purrs, rose-colored eyes shimmering with pleasure. "For once this place isn't treating big sister so badly~"

DON'T ASK WHAT. The truth is... horrible. inyourwalls January 31 2010, 22:14:26 UTC

Patchouli wandered the very same meadow, perhaps aimlessly; she did not walk, however; rather, she floated, her feet just barely brushing against the grass.

"Oh, but you should always prepare for disappointment," she warned gently, purple orbs still tracing over the beautiful form of Charlotte.

/takes your advice ruinsforspouses February 1 2010, 20:40:07 UTC

At the sudden voice Lottie sits bolt upright. Her toned body is immediately tensed with the same elegant danger as a snake's, and her pink eyes glisten with all of the same malice.

"Is there any reason you should take such consideration as to warn me, dearest Patchwork?"

It will help... I hope... inyourwalls February 2 2010, 01:16:33 UTC

"Because I am here," she replied. "I seem to attract misfortune. Would you not agree?" She leaned forward, looking to Charlotte's face, her expression clearly seductive in intent. Adding to this was the moderately exposing nature of her dress.

nooo clue wtf i'm doing notanassch January 31 2010, 01:29:01 UTC

Luke walked out of the hotel, blinking as the sunlight entered his bright green eyes. A sudden gust came flying down the road, causing Luke's long, fiery red hair to dance with the wind. Luke's eyes shined like emeralds as he glanced around. Then, he finally spoke.

"...I'm hungry."