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Dora Tonks is ([info]polymorphic) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-04 12:21:00

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Entry tags:!incomplete, day 14, dean winchester, location: thrift store, nymphadora tonks, open

Who: Tonks and..OTA
Where: The Thrift Shoppe
When: Day 14, around 1045am
What: Tonks wants new clothes
Rating: PG?
Status: Incomplete

Reminder: The Thrift Shoppe is the site where all five reactions combine.



Today was a good day. Tonks could feel it. So good, in fact that she was quite giggly while cruising along the path toward the thrift store. The witch needed new threads like whoa. Her poor jeans were still quite holey (more holey than normal) since they hadn't been fixed up with the magical reset. Holey. Holy. She started laughing at the wordplay. "Should give my clothes a right proper burial, bein' holy and all." This was spoken conversationally. But there was no one around.

All the same, the woman with the pink-and-green striped hair was bouncing along closer to the store. "When I'm out walkin' I strut my stuff, an' I'm so strung out.." Not too bad of a singer, but dancing was out of the question. She twirled around and strutted her stuff like the song said, but only ended up tripping over her own feet and tumbling to the ground. "Oi!" Looking quite put out, she stayed there for a minute and then started giggling at herself and laid back on the ground, right in the middle there. And why not? It was as fine a place as any.



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[info]hellsboy
2009-07-05 04:21 am UTC (link)
Green goo? What did she mean? Dean looked down at the ground and only saw the yellowbrick road that lead through the center of the thrift store. He glanced at her face and she had the most interesting expression on her face. Had she just called him a Twirly Man? He couldn't help laughing at that even as he thought of those yummy, sticky Pecan Twirls he used to eat grilled at certain motel diners when he'd been on the road. Oh man what he wouldn't give for some of those.

He could definitely hear the wolves howling as she indicated the howling wolf shirt. It reminded him of... "There was this time in Oklahoma when I met with a werewolf. I think most of them are girls where I come from. Do you have werewolves in your part of the world? Luna once told me a little about it the Wizarding World but not much. Just leprechauns and such." He was rambling but that was okay because it meant he could dance a little in his tutu with Ernie who was very definitely not looking at Tonks but snickering at Dean.

"I haven't run into any shapeshifters myself," he assured her. "But Sam said he and I ran into one that looked like me and you're a lot prettier than a fake me, Tonks!" He leaned against her and gave her a knowing look. "You smell pretty damn good yourself, there, cowgirl."

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[info]polymorphic
2009-07-05 04:30 am UTC (link)
"We do. One a' my best mates is a werewolf." Shit! She just outted Remus! She almost clapped her hand over her mouth, but then thought about it. This was Dean and Dean could be trusted. So there was a hesitant nod, which grow more confident as Johnny Leprechaun came running out from behind the rack he had been hiding under.

Pleased at being called pretty, she smiled happily, then laughed as she had a tutu'ed man leaning against her. Returning the lean, a hand lifted up and took the cowboy hat off of her head and placing it on his. "What's that you yanks say?" She thought about it. "Yeehaw." With that, Tonks kissed him suddenly. He tasted like marshmellows. Oo..marshmellows!

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