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Post by cl on Aug 14, 2007 9:58:53 GMT -4
<~A spinning Roundhouse kick sends le door of her locker room flying off its hinges.~>
BOOM,CRASH!
<~Camille enters through le aggressed opening.She couldn't believe how everything was stolen away from her tonight.A shower seems to be le only thing to cool her down.So much for being le GROUNDed one in le illustrious group she was a part of.She could only dread le call that would question her miscalculations,le results expect of her.She walks into a smaller room,le bathroom,to undress before turning le shower stall on.~>
<~Before she could step into le stall...~>
Incoming transmission.
<~Her eyes roll.Here we go.~>
Earth Lion.
<~She presses her right index finger near her ear for clarity.~>
Care to explain yourself?
Variables beyond the intelligence collected became involved.It was in arm's reach but...
Excuses,Earth Lion.I have the right mind to pull you out and replace you with someone who WON'T fail me. I don't care for failure,Earth Lion.Your sisters are more than prepared to enter the fray,almost impatient.Speaking of which,say bonjour to Air Dragon.
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Camille.
<~More of an acknowledging hello than anything else.~>
Finally mastered your toys?
I could ask you the same thing.
<~Camille wraps herself with le towel and leans against le far wall.~>
Cute.
What shall it be then,Earth Lion?
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Post by Mr. Warrington Steele on Aug 15, 2007 14:33:12 GMT -4
The "Man of Steele" had of course witnessed the debacle that was Miss Corban having her hand raised in victory over the lovely Miss LeFurgey. Something that in fact neither sat well with him nor would go unexplained. She was ready to capture championship gold finally here in APW. And while Miss Corban has proven to be quite successful as well as well liked and respected among APW roster members and fans, Mr. Steele thought neither of those notions of the woman nor her former tag team partner. In his mind they were what was wrong with the roster of APW as a whole. That in itself didn't sit well with Mr. Steele at all as he made his way to Camille's locker room to discuss this matter further to find...A destroyed door?
Of course a look of concern crosses his face as he takes a few steps through the entrance, not fully entering as he places a knock on the side of the wall where a door SHOULD be...
Miss LeFurgey?...Miss LeFurgey? Is everything...
His words trail off, his eyes beginning to scan the room once more, wondering where the young beauty is and if all is alright...
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Post by cl on Aug 16, 2007 1:13:28 GMT -4
<~Her trained ear catches sound of an interrupting intruder aimlessly barging into her locker room.She was not in le mood.~>Permission to return with a decision later on today?Seems to me I have a guest that needs some taking care of...<~She wonders where her X-ray sunglasses are when she needs them most.~>Permission granted,Earth Lion.Your fellow sister and I will be expecting your call by 0900 hours...Roger.<~The transmission ends,a sour taste in her mouth as Superior is inevitably thinking of unleashing Sora to continue le mission.No matter,she must deal with this intruder,who's voice sounds familiar.She wraps the towel over unmentionables (BOTH of them  ) and precedes to tearing le intruder's head off.She tiptoes out of le bathroom and peeks into her "living room."~>Monsieur Steele?<~Let le act commence.She places her left arm over her concealed tatas and le right hand over...you know.  ~>Vous has caught moi at a very bad time,oui?
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Post by Mr. Warrington Steele on Aug 18, 2007 12:45:08 GMT -4
A devious smile quickly graced the face of the Full Throttle General Manager, Mr. Steele seeing Camille in such a...Inviting appearance as she was. His arms were crossed across his person, as his eyes became glued to her as he spoke in a sarcastic manner...
Oh I beg to differ Miss LeFurgey. It seems as if I arrived at JUST the right time. Having problems with our...Doors Miss LeFurgey? Or just a habit of destroying them for no apparent reason I take it?
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Post by cl on Aug 18, 2007 18:54:23 GMT -4
Moi is within her right to do so,Monsieur Steele.
<~There's a sense of bitterness in her words,le innonence in her game no longer needed.Le use,none.She removes le towel wrapped around her figure,revealing le little number on page 6 of le Victoria's Secret catalog.In black,le support is obvious.It was uncharacteristic of what she would do concerning her act.No more.She walks toward le nearby sofa,sitting on le leather armrest,legs crossing and back arching.~>
Moi would beg to differ,Warrington.
<~She reaches into a bowl of walnuts,resting on top of le coffee table on her right.Le walnut is then raised up to eye level,in between her index finger and thumb.She examines the shelled walnut,before throwing it up in the air and catching it in the palm of that same hand.Her grib tightens,constricting le helpless walnut.Le effort put into it,mostly none.She opens that hand,to reveal near powder crumbs,only to be blown away by le blowing of her lips.~>
Moi suggests you leave,and quickly.
<~She stands,turning her back to le intruder.It goes side to side,in vicious rhythm.Near le clearing of le doorway leading to le other room,le bath,of her lockerroom,she picks up her robe.She slips it on and tightens le knot around her hips.She stares into a full length wall mirror.Her hair was a mess.Le showerhead is calling her name.~>
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Post by Mr. Warrington Steele on Aug 19, 2007 3:39:20 GMT -4
A smile crossed his face hearing and seeing her reaction and words. Always one to play games it seemed. He shook his head, backpedaling as his eyes remain locked on her walking towards the bathroom.
"Very well Miss LeFurgey, very well. Until we meet again. Your loss..."
He turns, placing is hands in his pocket as he begins his trek back down the corridor, whistling a soft tune as he does so. So much for extracirricular activity with the ladies on this day. Shot down by Miss Knight as well as Miss LeFurgey. No matter. His real goal was to rid APW of the man who would be King anyway. These distractions would only do just that. Distract. Time was of the essence, and APW would not fall if he had anything to do with it.
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Post by cl on Aug 20, 2007 15:51:59 GMT -4
Loss?Do not kid yourself,imbecile.
<~Utter whispers could never escape her trained ears,ever.What a waste for a General Manager he proved to be,letting the inmates run this lackluster of an asylum.His carelessness was noted,possibly misdirected by his obsession,to rid a so called King from whatever artificial throne he sits upon.Another waste.And it is now she who must suffer,le degradation,le embarrassment,le everything she worked for.~>
<~Now how is she to rebound?Superior is most displeased,now threatening to send her "sister" in replacement.She slams her fist against le wall,thinking Superior could not do this to her.She must act quickly and swiftly.Time of le essence,to redeem herself in Superior's watchful eyes.But how?~>
<~She ponders,until a recap of tonight's event presents itself on le monitor.A Rose by any other name smells so sweet,yet le stretch to clip le top rose's bud from its stem would be enough.A quick shower before she would send word to Superior,of what she plans next.She won't be the one forgotten and buried.NO!Camille will be the one clawing a hole in le ground,and laying what she is to win across le dirt plot.Skye's le limit?Time for Camille to test hers.So much to gain,yet so much to lose.Le biggest gamble,but a must nonetheless.~>
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) and precedes to tearing le intruder's head off.She tiptoes out of le bathroom and peeks into her "living room."~>
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