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Post by philippa daine on Sept 24, 2009 23:36:53 GMT 1
if i go crazy will you still [/color] call me super man.[/color][/center] [/i][/size][/color] he logged off her instant messenger and moved quickly around the tour bus. It was a fairly decent size, as far as RVs went, with enough room for the rest of the band and then a few others, but the closet space sucked, and Philippa was looking forward to the day when they would be able to spend a few nights in a hotel, that way she could reorganize her clothes. The closet they were given was for to small for her taste, not that Pippa had a lot of clothes to begin with, but since tour started she had bought new clothes because American fashion was different then what she was used to and she liked their style. Her amount of clothes had grown since she's been here, and a few of her dear random articles of clothes were suffering lack of use. at least she had use for her cape, although finding matching clothes to match it would prove to be difficult. In the end though, despite the nipping temperatures of approaching fall, the Aussie settled for a dress and some rather high heels that had seen very little use.O[/color] nce changed the girl moved out side of her tour bus, being cautious of the stairs before she jugged across the gravel, once again watching her feet to make sure she didn't step on anything that could cause her to fall, while being mindful of the skirt of her dress. It would just be horrible that the fluffed out skirt of her dress flew up, providing a perfect few of black pantie briefs and a paparazzi getting a shot of her tush. what would her family think, and her fans? Nope. Flashing the public her tush was not a good thing, and it's most diffidently frowned upon. The media would twist it and make her sound like more of a whore then she actually is, when in fact, Philippa is not a whore. She just enjoys kissing, and those shots will be the only ones the public will ever be able to get is Pippa can help it.C[/color] arefully, she moved up the steps to the tour bus of TRICKTRICK BOOM BOOM, and without knocking, opened the door. She popped into the room, her skirt bouncing slightly around her legs due to the movement before settling around her thighs. She placed her hands on her hips, keeping her legs shoulder width apart and stood erect. Chin up, head turned towards the side in the typically superhero pose. "Have no fear, Cape-Woman is Here!" she exclaimed, before turning her attention towards Sakura and allowing a dorky smile to light up her gentle features. "With a small fee of cookies," she added, as if it were a quick add on like the commercials had on the television as a disclaimer, like those annoying medicine commercials that tell you the side effects of the little pill before it comes to an end. Yeah, Philippa Daine was a 'tard sometimes. [/ul] i really don't mind what happens now and then. [/color]
{{ status : complete!
{{ word count : too lazy.
{{ tag : sakura rodrigues!
{{ wearing : this, but pretend there is a black cape with it.
i couldn't find any capes on polyvore.
{{ credit : this tamplate was made by me, mandy! the lyrics are from 3 doors down song Kryptonite.
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Post by sakura rodriguez on Sept 25, 2009 0:31:24 GMT 1
minus headphones, outfit.
Oooh, yay! A new friend was going to come rescue her from the dump that she had to call her tour bus, at the moment! Damn; this was going to be so much fun! The only problem was the small matter of payment by cookies - she wasn't sure that they had any cookies in the cupboards, but was going to take a look anyway.
Shutting down AIM and all the other programs that she had running; Sakura Rodriguez got up from her position on at the table and looked down at her attire, grimacing. She had spent the entire morning in her pyjama's, maybe now was a good time to get dressed? Yeah, Sakura thought so too! Which was why she had dropped to her knees and pulled her little suitcase out from underneath the big bunks; taking out a pair of black suspender shorts and a panda t-shirt - her socks she would keep on, because they were clean on this morning (as was the experimental make-up on her eyes, which actually looked rather cool in her opinion). Quickly; she changed into the clothes, tucking her t-shirt into the suspender shorts and sorting out the straps so that they didn't slide down her shoulders, like they did last time.
After putting her suitcase back, Sakura moved to the cupboards; standing on a couple of phone books so that she could get on the side to actually reach the inside of the cupboard. Looking for cookies was always fun! It was like trying to find a needle in a hay stack. Now, they kept their tour bus relatively clean, but there were some occasions where it looked like a bomb had hit it - like today. Not that she minded in the slighest; living with a couple of older brothers in her childhood got her used to that. Eventually she found, not cookies, but something similar to them. Just as...
Sakura jumped and turned her head around to see who had opened the door to the tour bus, still sitting on the counter with a box of cookie crisp in her hand. Her first thoughts being 'crap; they caught me at the cereal, again!', but when she heard the voice and realised who it was, she couldn't help but allow for a small chuckle to escape her lips. A shake of her head later and she was shutting the cupboard door. Turning around she sat on the counter and looked at Pippa.
"Damn; that's one sexy cape." The red head laughed. "It's a shame that I don't have any real cookies; so if you like cookies, you'll love..." Sakura lifted up the box of cookie crisp and held it advertisment style, plastering one of those fake happy (and very cheesey) smiles on her pale face. "coooookie criiiisp!" With a small giggle, she shook the book and grinned. "Yes? No?Maybe so?" She asked, still sitting on the counter.
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