The Rukus Beach Party
POSTED BY: thatweirdgirl
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 29, 2005 17:15
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*Mai is wearing 64 bikinis atop her sportin' gear, but seems alone in having the right number of body parts.*
You'll all have to excuse me from the game for a minute. I seem to be getting a bit over heated. What is the temp. out here today? These clothes feel awfully uncomfortable...
*Begins madly flinging off layers of bikini's* Red, Orange, Purple, Blue, Green, itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka-a-dot bikini...
Whew. Much better.
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Er, mai, you're supposed to remove all your bikinis bar one.
*shields his eyes but still manages to hit the ball back over*
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It's ok, You can look. I still have my shorts and one (securely tied) bikini top on. Since your Simone now, your're welcome to borrow one of the 63 other suits, if you'd like.
*Smacks the ball back over with a little too much force*
Ouch! *Hand begins throbbing with pain*
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Right, time to settle this Simone thing once and for all.
*looks into shorts*
Phew. Simon it is then.
*gets hit on head by ball smacked with a little too much force*
*crumples*
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Originally posted by mai:
*Smacks the ball back over with a little too much force*
Ouch! *Hand begins throbbing with pain*
*Feeling lazy...PR focuses on the ball as it bounces off of Simon's head...and it stops midair before it hits the floor...after a second it rises up again, then flies over the net and takes a nose dive (Okay, so it doesn't have a nose, or corners, or even any sides...but what the heck) Towards the sand of the "girls" team...*
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We can take care of each other. I'll knit!"
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Originally posted by PsychicRiver:
...after a second it rises up again, then flies over the net and takes a nose dive (Okay, so it doesn't have a nose, or corners, or even any sides...but what the heck) Towards the sand of the "girls" team...*
**dives for the ball once more but just barely misses and sprawls in the sand, looking frustratedly at the volleyball which now sits before him quite smugly in the sand**
Gorramit.
Your serve.
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Evil, Lecherous Hump
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Oops. Uh, Sorry about that Simon. I wasn't trying to take out members of the opposing team on purpose. Although if it means winning...
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Originally posted by cozen:
Sigh! And here's me, a buried comatose parrot...
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"... dream a little dream of me"
*twg kneels in the sand, hovering over a little red tail feather*
BJS, can you hear me? BJS? Hey little fella, lets get you out of this sand…
*twg begins to sift sand away from the trapped birdie, completely ignoring the ball flying back and forth…*
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Originally posted by Static:
**dives for the ball once more but just barely misses and sprawls in the sand, looking frustratedly at the volleyball which now sits before him quite smugly in the sand**
Honey, you okay?
*twg crawls over to her beloved sprawled in the sand, kisses him on the head, and dusts the sand off him*
good dive! Too bad about the telekinesis though.
*twg stands up, BJS on her shoulder, a determined look in her eyes*
Nobody dusts two of my friends and gets away with it.
*the other team should note that while twg is not great at volleyball, she is an athlete and when properly motivated, such as now, she can kick ass*
*she stands as Coach Joe always taught her, on the balls of her toes, feet shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent...boxer stance is a go…little do they know just how much Old Coach Joe taught her.*
Bring it!
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Originally posted by mai:
Oops. Uh, Sorry about that Simon. I wasn't trying to take out members of the opposing team on purpose. Although if it means winning...
Thad's okay, aldough you did break my node.
*snaps it back into place*
Ow! Ah, that's better. One point to us. Oh, twg, all Coach Joe needed to have taught you was how to be a good loser. Right, time for my famous killer serve.
*whack*
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*BJS plants an exceptionally gratified 
upon That Wierd Girl's exceptionaly nibble-able left earlobe*
Well, it's more of a beaky chomp, but the intent is pure, in a platonic, wholly respectful, non-bestial manner.
*The volleyball arcs over to Team Static's side. TWG leaps. BJS grabs a firm hold of left bikini strap and flaps mightily, adding significant vectors to TWG's leapage. TWG ever so gracefully powerslams the ball, sending it in a tight arc exactly 0.5 millimetres above the net at a curving velocity that only just manages to trump PshchicRiver's telekinetic defences and the outstretched arms of the defending side. The ball craters into the beach inbound on Team SimonWho's side, raising sandclouds that temporarily obscure Grey Jedi's monitors.*
New ball. Your serve.
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Thanx for the lift!
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