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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]polymorphic
2009-07-05 05:01 am UTC (link)
Tonks pulled away just in time, mouth open to answer in the affirmative over her friends, but then shrieked again in laughter when Dean fell all over himself. "Usually that's me, lambie!" Falling all over and stuff. Cracking up, she plopped unceremoniously on the floor with him and pulled a t-shirt out of the mess that had piled on top of poor Dean.

"Nice and naughty." She read it out loud and looked over, eyebrows lifting. "Goes with the Christmas theme, yeah!" On went that t-shirt, which actually fit quite nicely. And she giggled then, reaching over to poke him. "Your dad and John Wayne, eh? My dad wanted to meet John Lennon."

With that, she was trying to help Dean get out of the clothing massacre. "Let's find some pants and then something to eat!" Find some pants. Hah! That made her laugh even more.

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