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 Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 6:32 am
Angelica got up and walked downstairs. She looked at the wrist that Blossom had grabbed. It was already bruising. She shrugged it off; it would work to her advantage.
Wow, she must've been really angry. She giggled out loud. But I haven't done anything yet! She was laughing hysterically by the time she reached the couch. She wiped a tear from her eye as she grabbed the remote and flipped on the T.V. Her dad walked in through the door.
"Princess!"
She hopped up. She hadn't counted on her father. Four... She ran to give him a hug. "Daddy!"
"You look like you've had quite the day, Angelica," he said.
She wasn't aware of how she looked. Tears welled in her eyes. Time to put her acting skills into play. "Oh, daddy, it's been terrible!" She sobbed. It wasn't loud or overdramatic. It would have convinced the biggest skeptic in the world. "I met these three girls. One of them is soo nice, and I keep trying to make friends with her, but her sister is so mean! I was trying to help when she yanked on my hair. And I just realized that she bruised my wrist!" She held it up for her father to see.
He was getting angry. She could always read her parents so well. "I called mom, and she's bringing them and their father over for dinner."
That seemed to calm him. "Well, my little angel..." He hugged his daughter. "What can I do to make you feel better?"
When she was younger, she would have used that oppurtunity for toys. Now, not so much. "I don't know... Maybe just let me think about it for a while."
He gave her a smile, then left her to watch the television. Angelica smiled to herself. All right, Ginger. Let's see who breaks first.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 8:10 am
"Hahaha! Okay Mitch, I really have to go now." "Allright Buttercup. It's been really great talking to you. We all miss ya here! Talk to you soon, right?""Right. Bye." Buttercup hung up. A blush hung on her face, smiled and sighed while sliding down into the couch, giggling.. wait a second... giggling?
Buttercup leaped up and shook off her blush. "No way.. have I grown soft? No.. no! This can't be. I'll.. I'll go to the gym! Yea! I just gotta beat the softness outta me!" Buttercup flew up to her room and got into her still packed bag, pulled out her work out clothes and put them on. Then she grabbed her chain link wallet and her cellphone and ran up to Blossom's room. "I'm going out to the gym okay bye I'll be back soon!" she yelled in a rushed tone and jogged out of the house with the words 'I am not soft' running through her head over and over again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:56 pm
Bubbles sighed at her ssters rush.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 3:05 pm
Angelica flopped onto the couch and began channel surfing. Why was it taking so long for dinnertime to get there?
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 7:59 pm
While she jogged, Buttercup noticed a very large house which looks like it would belong to some famous doctor or some prestigious business person. Buttercup rolled her eyes and murmured "Lucky.." while she continued to jog.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 8:02 pm
((OOC: We need to have some like, giant monster come to the town or something. There needs to be more action. =w= ))
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 10:39 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 10:55 am
Blossom heard the door open and her father's booming voice shout that he was home. She dropped her head in her hands, trying to think of how on earth she could explain this gut feeling she had. The Professor would be up in her room at any moment and--
The door clicked open and in came her creator, her father, her teacher who thought she was a liar. She stayed silent, waiting for the charges against her. He sat at the foot of her bed, giving her one long hard look before speaking.
"I don't know whats gotten into you Blossom. You were so excited to move here, and now you're hurting people who just want to be your friend?" Blossom shook her head vehemently.
"No. Angel is a villain. She's trying to get close to Bubbles to hurt us." The Professor raised a brow.
"That's a serious accusation, Blossom. What could she have done to make you think that in the whole day that we've lived here?" Blossom was losing him, losing him to a girl he'd never even seen, abd Blossom had no idea how to get him back.
"I just...I just know. It's something you can feel, Professor." He frowned. "You have to believe me. I've been doing this since I was born! I know what villians are like."
"You don't have to be friends with her, but this needs to stop." The Professor said sternly. "We're going to dinner with them in an hour, and if you can't be nice, at least be civil." Blossom wanted to scream in frustration. She didn't know what to do.
"Daddy, please." She said to his retreating back. "You have to believe me." That gave him pause.
"Give her a chance, Blossom. If she does anything that give you a real reason not to trust her, than do what you have to." He kissed her hairline gently and turned to leave again.
"And dress up a bit, okay?" Blossom immediately dashed to her closet, trying to find something that would give her the beautiful innocence that Bubbles and Angel seemed to possess with ease.
Dress after dress, look after look, nothing gave her the edge she needed. It was time to go, and she had to pick something. She settled on a slim, black slip with her hair running down her back in long, smooth waves. Her bow was tied around her neck in what was an attempt at cute. Instead, she looked like a temptress out of Hell, a sorceress of lust and evil.
"I look like a whore." She muttered to the mirror, trying one last time for innocence. It didn't work.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 1:12 pm
As soon as Bubbles herd them talking she sighed and then smiled and walked over to her closet-to find something that wasn't dirty from flying and running.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 1:22 pm
After about an hour of working out, Buttercup felt as tough and refreshed as ever.. although she was covered in sweat. She jogged back to their house and noticed that the Professor was home. "I'm back!" Buttercup yelled to her family and went up to Blossom's room. "Hey Blossom, you won't believe what happ-" she stopped to see her sister dressed up in all black and blinked. ".....Okay, I kinda don't wanna ask, but I will. What the hell are you wearing?" she asked Blossom, a bit shocked that she'd see her in that dress, since she usually doesn't play dress up or anything like that.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 5:32 pm
Angelica walked to her closet. She picked out a nice purple dress. It was velvet and went to her knees. She wiped off her makeup and pulled her hair back. She slipped on some Mary-Janes. Heels were much too formal. She made sure her white stockings didn't have any runs in them, and prepared to set the table.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 5:57 pm
Buttercup heard the Professor's voice call up to her to get herself cleaned up and ready to go to the Pickle's residence. With a loud objection later dying down to angry murmurs, Buttercup cleaned herself up to get ready for dinner. She searches in her bag and finds a nice green sun dress with silky matching green bootie sandals. she angrily floated down to the couch down in the living room with her shoulders hunched and her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 6:18 pm
Bubbles looked at her clothes and threw several on her bed and the rest nto her drawers agan and eventually picjed out a WHite tee shirt,a light blue vest,and a jean skirt with blue shoes and he hair in pigtails like always.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 6:26 pm
Angelica finished setting the table, and anxiously awaited her guests at the door. She could hardly hide her excitement. Her leg bounced up and down as she sat in the living room, watching the door.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 7:20 pm
Blossom waited at the door, fidgeting with her edge of her dress impatiently. She wanted to either not go or just get it over with. She wanted someone to tell her that it was all one big joke and that was why Angel seemed so strange. Or that she was dreaming and they were still in Townsville.
"Girls!" Her father was at the door, buttoning up his jacket against the cool night air. Blossom sighed and stood, walking to her father and fixing his tie absently. He smiled and thanked her and she kissed him on the cheek with weary resignation.
Show time.
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