New RN's. How bout it? |
I desire to serve the Mistress and her ladies unconditionally |
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I just want a drink |
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Say What? |
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Oh gawd. How am I going to walk in those heels? |
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 12:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 12:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 12:43 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 12:46 pm
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Intellectual Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 12:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 12:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 12:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 12:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 12:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 1:01 pm
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Intellectual Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 1:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 1:08 pm
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{{Hi iggies! biggrin Sorry, but I have to go. I should be back later tonight. See you all later! biggrin }}
Amy frowned at Lady Leko.
"I wasn't asking you to deal with emotions. God, I just came over to see if you were a witch, too, since I saw you do some magic. Excuuuuuse me!"
Ok, that wasn't exactly the mature way to handle things, but oh well!
Edit: In her anger, she unfortunately hadn't heard Ryzan. It would have been a prime time to finally talk with him again. Her and her stupid anger.
Amy turned in her bar stool and stormed over to the table she had been sitting at before. She flops down in it dramatically, yanks off her banndana and throws it on the table. She glares at it, holds her hand out to it, and then it transformed into a blanket. That was all she could do as a witch right now: conjure things from cloth. She couldn't even make things appear out of thin air!
She folded up the blanket on the table and then threw her head down on it dramatically, her head turned away from the bar. She didn't know that she had conjured up such a thin blanket, though. When she threw her head down on it, there wasn't as much cushion as she thought there would be and her head hit the table.
She winced and tried to keep her mouth shut. It would not look cool if, in her angry actions, she hurt herself in the process. But she couldn't keep it in.
A small, quiet voice could be heard if one listened hard enough.
"... ow...."
{{See ya later, folks! biggrin }}
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 1:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 1:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 1:17 pm
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