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 Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 8:38 am
((................Helloooo?))
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 12:22 pm
"Whats wrong?" lil asked Bubbles as she stopped
"Alot of stuff"
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 5:33 pm
Blossom looked to the Professor for his answer. He nodded.
"We should go ahead. Bubbles can take care of herself, and she needs some space." Blossom had to stifle a groan of disappointment. She had almost gotten out of the snare Angel had set for her. The Professor knocked, his knuckles rapping against the polished wooden door.
Blossom watched the movement in the house through the front windows, absently brushing the hair from her face and putting on the best "I sexy but I won't hurt you" look. She was pretty sure she failed, so she simply went back to look innocent.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 7:07 pm
Buttercup just looked bored. Really bored. She waited along side her sister while watching her fail at the attempt to act anything other than the kind-looking person she was. She intended on acting somewhat around her age tonight, around the horrid girl's mother and father, then started to wonder all the bad things that would trigger her b***h mode and make her like a bull in a china shop. She really hoped she could keep her anger down tonight.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 7:14 pm
Blossom glanced at Buttercup who seemed perfectly at ease. She envied that, but then again, her head wasn't about to be on a ******** platter. She was almost panicking, but she kept her cool. She reached over and without though laced her fingers through Buttercup's, looking for the love and support she'd seen a thousand times before.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 9:25 pm
Buttercup felt Blossom's fingers lace through hers and tightens with a soft grip. She looked over to her, her eyebrows lowered in confusion, in a WTF-are-you-doing kind of look. Then she looked into her sister's eyes and saw what she was expecting of her, all in her rose pink colored eyes. She smirked and nodded, squeezing Blossom's hand quickly yet softly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 10:50 am
Angelica nearly shrieked when the knock came. She sighed with relief. They're here! Finally! She opened the front door. She smiled gently at her guests. "Hello, everyone! Please come in." She ushered them inside. "You must be Professor Utonium. It's a pleasure to meet you." She offered her hand for him to shake.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 2:28 pm
~Oh my God... look how innocent she's trying to act! Man she really urks me.. really grinds my gears, damn her and her blue eyes of destruction! I'd like her face to meet my fist!!~ Buttercup's thoughts rambled and raged on in her head, all while keeping a dull face, a calm face. A face ready to do anything she can to keep from sending her to jail.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 3:58 pm
The Professor took the proffered hands and shook it with the firm confidence of a grown man. He smiled indulgently at Angel, his eyes flitting over her figure--to Blossom's horror--and back to her bright blue eyes.
The redhead could feel her sister's hand tighten around hers and she knew they were thinking the same thing, despite her impassive features. Angel led the way to their dining room and for a long moment all Blossom could do was stare.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 5:43 pm
Angelica's heart was fluttering. She had only just begun her little game, yet this was the most exciting one she had ever been in. In the dining room, she flung her arms out in a grand sweeping motion. "Please, make yourselves at home. Dinner shouldn't take very long. I'll just go check on it." She had almost completely forgotten about the bruise on her wrist.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 7:35 pm
Blossom watched in silence as the Professor's eyes took in the purling bruise on Angel's wrist. He glanced back to her, taking in her stony expression and glaring sister in one long look.
Blossom sat next to her father, wanting to paint a portrait of a beautiful daughter with her distinguished father. She doubted it worked. She let her hair fall around her eyes, keeping them half lidded as she waited in silence, seeking Buttercup's warm hand once again under the table.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:29 pm
"What a perfect little devil... what an oxy moron!!" Buttercup murmured quietly, so her sister could only hear. She took Blossom's hand again, but instead of a supporting squeeze, she gripped her hand, letting her know how angry, jealous, and furious she was, all while keeping a still, neutral face.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 6:29 am
Blossom had to hold back a snort at Buttercup's words. Sooner or later the Professor would have to realize they knew good people from bad people, and Angel was a bad person.
She needed a plan, and she didn't have one. Angel was on her own turf and had the sympathy of every adult here. Blossom had a sister with super powers.
She knew now what Buttercup must feel all the time: like she wanted to hit something.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:33 am
Angelica walked into the kitchen. "Daddy, our guests are here. How's dinner coming?"
"Just fine, pumpkin. About five more minutes."
"Should I take out the salad?"
"Whatever you want, Angelica."
Angelica grabbed the salad bowl and brought it out to her guests.
"Dinner will be ready soon," she announced. "Would anyone care for some salad?" She sat in front of Blossom as she spoke.
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