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Post by Mustapha on Mar 10, 2009 2:10:16 GMT -5
"I AM NOOOOOOOT A FAT LESBIAN!!! Maybe I'm normal and you're just weak and far too straight!" Mustapha retorted with a nod and a grin.
"I thought so." Mustapha beamed with pride handing the belt to Marley. "What else could there be?" Mustapha asked looking around the room
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 10, 2009 10:44:43 GMT -5
" You know, I'm not even going to answer that." Marley muttered, standing up fully and shaking some dust out of her hair.
" Well, there was this wicked studded choker I saw a few days ago, I just hope no one took it." she said, walking over to the box labeled "acessories" and pawing though it.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 10, 2009 14:58:49 GMT -5
"Oh that old thing, I doubt it. It's been in here as long as I can remember." She paused and looked over the new outfit, "it would work well with the tiger arm warmer though." She grinned. Sitting back into a pile of mismatched clothing Mustapha saw a little glint of the checkered choker. She smirked mischieviously and picked it up, before standing and sneaking up behind Marley, who was currently halfway into a box. Clearing her throat silently, she kicked the box and screamed "BOO!"
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 11, 2009 10:32:18 GMT -5
Marley shrieked when Mustapha shouted behind her and she tumbled face first into the box, looking rediculous with her legs waving about in the air. She was screaming muffled phrases.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 12, 2009 0:23:13 GMT -5
"Well then, it's seems even the lesbian can scare a few straighties." She mused for a moment before tumbling the box onto it's side so Marley could get free of the musty clothing prison. "No broken bones?" She laughed squatting next to the box and putting her hands on her knees, coking her head to the side.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 12, 2009 10:48:40 GMT -5
Marley sat up, gasping and glared daggers up at Mustapha.
" No. No broken bones." she growled "But you might be getting some in a few moments!"
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 13, 2009 0:10:32 GMT -5
Mustapha grinned and hopped over to Marley's side. She smiled and gave her a small hug, "Just playing Marls, it's nice not to be the butt end of someone elses practical joke for once I spose, so sorry if I seem a tad nuts" She grinned. "Either way, we all know Scaramouche will release personal hell to what ever hurts one of us. She's a tad protective but mostly bossy." Mustapha joked.
She sat on her bum and felt a sharp pain. "Oh," she muttered, pulling the chocker out of her pocket, "I foudn this while you were face first in the box." She smiled sheepishly
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 13, 2009 10:54:43 GMT -5
"Gee, thanks." Marley muttered, reaching out to snatch the choker from her hands.
She stood up, making sure she had the most of her outfit in her arms.
" I guess I can go change into most of this stuff now."
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 13, 2009 14:06:44 GMT -5
"Wait!" Mustapha said standing up quickly. "You want to dye your hair right? Why not die your hair first so you on't get the stuff all over your new clothes?"
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 14, 2009 19:24:53 GMT -5
Marley nodded, running a hand through her tangled hair.
"Your probably right." she agreed.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 19, 2009 1:24:36 GMT -5
Mustapha smirked, "nice to be right for once." She whispered to herself and began walking over to a cracked mirror standing on a desk, she pulled out a dusty box and stared at the various aray of colours inside. "Which one then?" She smirked.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 20, 2009 18:27:17 GMT -5
Marley walked over and peered over Mustapha's shoulder and into the box.
" Hmmm, well I was thinking about going for something bright, just for the shock factor you know?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at the younger girl.
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 20, 2009 23:06:18 GMT -5
Mustapha nodded and took out the bright bottles before freezing. She pouted a little. "wait... does that mean my hair's scary?" She said her voice a little shaky, she was very proud of her pink locks and if they were scary she might just cry.
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Post by Scaramouche on Mar 21, 2009 8:26:17 GMT -5
" No, no! Your hair isn't scary at all!" Marley said quickly. " I think that the bright pink is very wicked!"
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Post by Mustapha on Mar 21, 2009 23:06:17 GMT -5
Mustapha looked her up and down for a moment as if deciding whether or not to believe her. Smirking, she licked a spot at the corner of her lips, "well, thankyou...tell you what colour I think is wicked..." She started, rummaging through the bottles. Grinning from ear to ear she pulled out the dusted bottle, it was clear from the weight and look of the bottle, no one had dared to use it. "greeeeeeeeeen." She smirked, kicking up her matching converse and twirling her green highlight around her hair as proof.
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