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Post by wolfiso on Jan 20, 2012 22:03:12 GMT -8
"Of course it is." Cassandra condescended. "And your department store dress fits perfectly, too."
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Post by sybbil on Jan 21, 2012 16:06:54 GMT -8
Bombalurina's vision flashed red but then she remembered herself and the fact that her camera was rather delicate. Still, she wanted nothing more than to claw this bitch-queen's eyes out. "Oh, and you sewed yours yourself, did you?" Anubis' Fangs...
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 21, 2012 23:14:22 GMT -8
"Of course not. A lady of means need not blanch from seeking the services of a seamstress." Sandra said, enjoying herself.
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Post by sybbil on Jan 21, 2012 23:17:37 GMT -8
"Well, you certainly don't look it."
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 21, 2012 23:31:23 GMT -8
"Ignorance built upon ignorance." Sandra said, turning away. "A castle made of sand and swept away in tides. Study yourself, girl, and refrain from embarrassing the profession further." And with one last dismissive sweep of her eyes turned and walked away.
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Post by sybbil on Jan 21, 2012 23:39:31 GMT -8
Bomba stalked after the queen against even her better judgement, her voice tremulous and disbelieving. "Are you even a reporter?!"
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 22, 2012 15:09:05 GMT -8
"Poorly worded, but to the point." Sandra said as she turned, smile firmly in place. "What would satisfy your curiousity? A press pass, perhaps?"
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Post by sybbil on Jan 22, 2012 21:02:17 GMT -8
A little non-plussed, Bomba spluttered. "W-well...yes! That would do nicely!"
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 22, 2012 21:35:20 GMT -8
"Well then," she said with confidence, "I'm sure this will do." She produced a small handbag. From within came a wallet and from this, Sandra held up her press card from the The New York Times for inspection. "Does it make you happy to know the person in front of you is a journalist?"
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Post by sybbil on Jan 22, 2012 21:40:47 GMT -8
Bombalurina opened gaped at the card. "N-New York T-Times. The New York Times?! What... What are you doing in Felidae?"
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 22, 2012 21:42:05 GMT -8
"And why should I answer your questions, Miss Thompson?" Sandra asked.
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Post by sybbil on Jan 22, 2012 21:52:41 GMT -8
Her answer was automatic and just as damning. "Because I am a reporter!"
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 22, 2012 21:54:38 GMT -8
"If that is all. Then my reply is simply this: no comment," And Sandra returned to walking away.
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Post by sybbil on Jan 22, 2012 22:07:02 GMT -8
Shocked into silence, Bombalurina stood there gaping after the other queen. That is, until she noticed the queen nearing a corner. Spurred into action, she sped after Sandra - though at what she thought was a discreet distance. She would get her answer, come hell or high water!
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Post by wolfiso on Jan 22, 2012 22:18:03 GMT -8
Cassandra flagged a cab and climbed in. That had been a most refreshing little sniping match.
"20th and Jefferson." Cassandra told the cabdriver and it pulled away from the curb.
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