Zephyrus the Priestess
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"... Are you kidding me..." murmured Gunther, putting a palm to her face. To add insult to injury, Ringo pointed out that she was winning. "This wasn't part of the contest! And you could've just asked, suk--" Did I just. Did I-- A long silence followed as Gunther bonked her head on the bathroom wall repeatedly. -
The door opened. Leafy green eyes stared. Then the door slammed shut and another door closed, its lock clicking. "'TCHYO ZA GA 'LIMA?!" came a scream from Gunther's shower. It actually took her a few moments to register what had happened. Now that it kicked in, she didn't know how to feel-- sure, she was fully confident and aware of her beautiful, well-built yet clean-limbed body, with lean muscles well-toned but not to the point that her shapely figure was obscured by rough bulk. That didn't mean she was all right with anybody suddenly peeping in on her, though! "Why?!" she followed up, audi
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okay from here on I'm going to go with romanization for whenever Gunther cusses in speaks in Russian I know it's unprofessional and inconsistent, so I apologize ><
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Gunther had just stepped inside, after hanging her drawstring bag on a hook near her chosen cubicle, when Ringo called out. "What? I'm already inside," she said, her voice followed by the sounds of cloth sliding over flesh, light footsteps, which in turn was followed by the ring of metal as she hung her clothes on the metal frame of the now-closed door- without her knowledge, the penguin hat had landed upright, its face turned in Ringo's direction. Not long after came the squeak of a knob turning, and a shower head hissing to life. Inside, Gunther let the water wash all over her, sweeping awa
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RUSSIAN. ROBOT. GUN-CHAN. The 3000 slammed into Gunther before she could even think of shaking Ringo's hand. Metaphorically. Shaking her head vigorously again, she muttered, "This is a weird feeling. I usually hate losing. What in the name of Putin...?" It took her a while before she took the other girl's hand and shook it. Guess she couldn't just call Ringo "the other girl" now, though. Sure, Gunther hated being bested, but a true woman of the sports knew when to suck it up and admit their defeat. Swallowing down the just now peeking emotion of irritation at her loss, she said, with a hint
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I'm good with roller coasters and those suddenly-falling rides but that's because I feel secured that water slide was a swirly kind of water slide, its turns and curves standing more than ten feet above the ground, which would not be fun to slam into at top speed ... I don't get it actually
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I'm so sorry but Ringo x Gunther best OTP imo no I'm not really sorry
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... And within six or five rounds of screwing up and missing the ball but managing to return it a few times, Gunther suffered utter defeat. Sure, it was a 7-4 in favor of Ringo, but... Strangely, not humiliating, the girl realized in surprise. I don't feel like pummeling myself into the ground for losing. What is this? Too wrapped up in the unfamiliar feeling, Gunther didn't really notice how hard she was panting from all the running and jumping and, well, moving around. Sweat glistened on her shoulders, down to her arms, and trickled down the sides of her face.
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"All right, let's get a move o-- ..." Bryth's voice trailed off at the sight of the shaggy black-haired dog. cutecutecutecute ran through her mind, before she shook her head and turned to Cohington. "Man, I miss my Harley," she murmured as she got into the front passenger seat of the Lieutenant's car.
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And not very leader-like, yeah? XD so I'm super resisting lol
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Yeah I figured that he was saying "woof" and not barking, which is why I'm really, really tempted to teach him how to bark... XD
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you have no idea how tempted I am to have Bryth correct and bark for him lol
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tfw you uninstalled Hamachi, got rid of Minecraft on your laptop, and left your plug-in desktop mouse with your grandpa
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TODIL (that other day I learned) that I can actually scream water slides are super fun but I can't handle feeling like I'm about to fly right out of one
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As much as Gunther didn't want to admit it, she was actually a bit uncertain of herself. And unnerved. With a steely focused demeanor, however, she swallowed down her sudden unease and took aim at the ball. This time she managed to nail the ball and send it back to Ringo.
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Raising both hands above her head, Gunther bounced the ball back. ... Or so she thought. It seemed that she'd miscalculated and positioned her hands a little too low, letting the volleyball sail overhead. Where's the ball-- aw, дерьмо́! Realization came to her and she cursed to herself. Turning around, she saw the ball just bouncing to a stop as though it were mocking her. "... Lucky shot," she said coolly, pretending to be unaffected from losing the first point. Rolling the ball back to Ringo, though, she tried to psych herself up for the next round. But if she were to be honest, she was rea
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"Yeah, that's what I was thinking, too. Let's wrap it up here so we can change venues." Although there was the option of splitting up to cover more ground so that one team could search thoroughly here and another at Ironhand's, Bryth figured that it was best for the whole group to stick together in case somebody tried something dirty like attacking them.
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Picking it up, Gunther managed to look nonchalant as she dribbled the ball a while. "Game." With a quick upward movement, she tossed the ball up casually. And with legs seemingly like high-power pistons, she leapt up high into the air and slammed the ball Ringo's way with one hand, sharply and powerfully.
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Gun MK 3.14-- Gunther stiffened. One could almost see the word "Gun" piling on top of the girl's shoulders and hear a KA-THUNK as an also concrete "Gun MK 3.14" followed, nearly throwing the pile of stone and idol off balance. "Where are you getting all these nicknames-- never mind," she said, cutting herself short. "You said that you play volleyball, da? We ought to find the court and see who's best at it." Gunther regained her composure, crossing her arms coolly as though she weren't fazed by the new nickname.
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What. Why was she even-- what. But before Gunther could lean backward, Ringo pulled away. слава богу, or else I might've bashed her face in, she thought, rolling her eyes while Ringo turned away. "Running is too easy. It's something I've been doing for as long as I can remember. Before you get into the meat of Taekwondo, you have to jog a few rounds before warm-ups and conditioning," she explained. "Truthfully, I was hoping we could do something more strenuous... And challenging. Da?"
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She shrugged. "Just cold. I don't remember much about Russia other than it being cold; haven't been there since I was a kid." And when Ringo hastened towards the finish, Gunther ducked her head and pressed on faster, too. "No challenge!" she breathed, though it was half a challenge in itself, and half a complaint. Running wouldn't really make her break a sweat, not really. It was one of the easiest sports in her opinion. "We should do something else after," she added as she passed by Ringo again, overtaking her.
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TIL the truth behind claw machines http://www.buzzfeed.com/candacelowry/this-is-why-you-could-never-get-that-cute-stuffed-animal-fro?bffb&utm_term=4ldqpgp#.vdnZrjr5x it's not me or you
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hiiiii, 'm just waiting for somebody else to post before I do not cause I don't know what to make Bryth do next no
