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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
2009-08-05 07:24 pm UTC (link)
Dean had been fumbling with the wrapper, trying to get it away from the most likely stale chocolate but he was all thumbs. He couldn't stop giggling and the more frustrated he was by the candy wrapper, the more funny everything seemed. He knew his face was probably bright red from the exertion of jumping between nearly having sex, swimming to the surface of a sea of pants and trying to get the candy. "Candy candy candy gimme the candy!" he sang and laughed.

Wait, what? Tonks with that delicious body had stolen his sexy candy bar. Wait... no. Yes, that was right. Sexy candy. Delicious body. That was funny too. He laughed and reached up to take his revenge for her theft by tickling her ribs.

"Hey! That's mine. I found it fair and square." Giggling, he tried to reach for it but his boxers were down just far enough and there were quite a few pants still swamping him that he couldn't move enough to get to it. "There was this one time when I was little that Sam tried to steal my candy and I gave him a swirly in the motel bathroom. You better be careful there, Ms. Tonks!"

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[info]polymorphic
2009-08-09 10:52 pm UTC (link)
She had in fact stolen his candy bar and was wiggling and giggling as she tried to play Keep Away. That, of course, was tossed all to pot when he tickled her. "No fair, Dean!" Squeaked as she balled up on herself. Tonks was still trying to save the candy bar (for herself!) while laughing hysterically at the fact that he was captured in boxers and pants.

"But the unicorn said I could--!" She trailed off though, tilting her head quirkily. "What's a swirly? Is that another candy? A yummy, fluffy, purple and polka dot piece of sweet?" She asked dreamily, weaving back and forth like a hypnotised snake. This was asked as she offered over the chocolate back, eyelashes batting innocently. Then she was winking salaciously, "I live for danger, Dean Winchester."

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