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Tweak says, "HELLA!"

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

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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polymorphic
2009-07-16 04:12 am UTC (link)

"You did at that!" Nifty! It was such a Yank word. So much so that Tonks was bursting into another fit of laughter, soon doubling over with how much she was laughing. "Ow.." Her abdomen hurt, but it was only more amusing. Another tentacle had appeared, moving around on its own volition as well. Snickering, she scrunched up her nose a little. This was to get used to the extra bits and get a little control over them.

"I'll be a good bird an' not look!" Tentacles came around, covering her eyes as she spoke. But one of them rose up, allowing dark eyes to peek out for a possible show. And she got a show alright! Tonks was going to poke fun in between her laughter, but had her jeans tugged closer. She took those closer steps then, and tripped over one of the shirts on the floor. That had the clutz landing half on top of Dean and those leather pants of his.

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