Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, me no own, so you no sue.
AN: K, nuttin' ta say, hope y'all like this chapter, it's longer than most of the others..
Comments:
Rae Kelly: You reviewed! So I updated!
Ali: wait...why are green dresses cruel?..eh...Newayz, Spot/Jade love? Um...this chapter has mebbe two lines of it...dunno...I keep avoiding that cuz I think that a specific friend a mine *cough* Jester *cough* will laugh at me if I make a scene too sappy....oh well, I PROMISE that I vill put up a very loverly little spot/jade scene soon!!!!
Fastdancr: Lol, you're gonna hafta wait a bit past this chapter for the plan....lol..I still need to think of it...*nervous laughter*...eh heh...
Fearless: Um..at the risk of offense, are you sure I'm the person you think I am? Cuz if you think I'm the same Gypsy as the one that's on the nml, then you're um, well, wrong...eh, thanx mucho anyway for the review!
Chapter Twelve *Meet Da Complex*
"Alright," Tara said, "Somebody get me some papah an' sometin' ta write with, so Ise can show youse how da complex is layed out, an' wheah da entrance is, an' wheah Angel is gonna be."
"No problem," Jade said, standing up, "Dere should be some papah behind da front desk."
She made her way over to the front of the desk, and, rather then walking around behind the desk, hoisted herself up and leaned over the top so her feet were swinging around in the air.
"Jade," Spot said skeptically, "What da hell are youse doin'?"
"Getting paper!" Jade replied cheerfully.
Spot laughed and shook his head.
He held up three fingers so everyone, except for Jade could see them. He began putting them down one by one, as he if was counting down.
Right after he put the first finger down they could hear Jade say, "I can almost reach it!" And she slipped a little further over the top of the desk towards the other side.
Just as Spot was putting his last finger down Jade made a loud noise which sounded like "Oops.." And she slipped all the way over the desk, crashing head first onto the floor behind the desk.
"Ow....." Jade whined, sitting up and rubbing her head.
Spot made a conscious effort not to die laughing, and asked, "You okay?"
"Yes," Jade replied curtly, and made plans in her head to severely injure Race, who was turning blue from laughing so hard, along with Blink and Hawk.
Widow was laughing softly, and Tara, who looked genuinely concerned, was told by Spot, "Don't worry, she's got a 'ard 'ead."
"I hoid dat!!!" Jade yelled as she sat up and began leafing through the drawers again, this time right-side up.
"I know!" Spot called back.
Jade muttered, less to herself and more for the amusement of everyone else, "See if 'e gets anyting tonight!"
Spot leaned back in his chair and glared at Race, who was starting to look like he needed medical attention, once again from laughing.
Blink looked at his friend skeptically, "Is 'e supposed ta not breathe fer so long?" He asked.
"Probably not," Jade said, walking back over to everyone and dumping a notepad and a pen onto Tara's lap, "But dat's okay, nobody'll miss 'im."
"Aw," Race said, sobering-up and putting a hand over his heart dramatically, "Dat hoit Jade, really, dat hoit."
Jade, attempting to sit down next to Spot again, was instead pulled by him into his lap.
She elbowed him lightly in the ribs.
"I'm mad at you," She grumbled.
"What's new?" Spot asked jokingly.
"Dat store dat's down da block from Tibby's. 'Ave you seen it yet? Real fancy-shmancy place, with a bunch of expensive rings in da window," Jade said.
"Tanks foah sharin'," Widow said sarcastically.
"What's it called?" Tara asked absentmindedly, while she sketched the floor plan of the complex.
"Dunno," Jade said, shrugging, "Sometin' about rings...oh yeah! Damstel's Wedding Rings was da name I tink."
Tara's hand shook slightly and the pen made an unwanted mark on the paper.
"Why?" Jade asked.
"No reason," Tara said smiling blankly, "Jist curious."
Widow leaned back on the chair and carefully watched Tara's movement. It was like she was looking at the paper without really seeing it, like her thoughts were on something totally different.
Glancing down at the drawing Widow noticed that it was becoming progressively sloppier, most likely the result of Tara's lack of attention to the task at hand.
"You missed a room," Widow said, pointing to a place on the drawing, "Right heah."
"Oh, right," Tara mumbled, "Tanks."
A few moments later she stopped drawing, and checked over her map to see if she'd missed anything else.
Satisfied with her product she turned the paper around so it was facing everyone.
"Dis," she began, "Is da complex..."
AN: I'm having a wee bit too much fun with Tara's psyche...bwahahahahahahaha...It's entertaining to hint towards things and never fully explain them until later...wahahahahahahaha!!! bye y'all, an' review!!!!!
AN: K, nuttin' ta say, hope y'all like this chapter, it's longer than most of the others..
Comments:
Rae Kelly: You reviewed! So I updated!
Ali: wait...why are green dresses cruel?..eh...Newayz, Spot/Jade love? Um...this chapter has mebbe two lines of it...dunno...I keep avoiding that cuz I think that a specific friend a mine *cough* Jester *cough* will laugh at me if I make a scene too sappy....oh well, I PROMISE that I vill put up a very loverly little spot/jade scene soon!!!!
Fastdancr: Lol, you're gonna hafta wait a bit past this chapter for the plan....lol..I still need to think of it...*nervous laughter*...eh heh...
Fearless: Um..at the risk of offense, are you sure I'm the person you think I am? Cuz if you think I'm the same Gypsy as the one that's on the nml, then you're um, well, wrong...eh, thanx mucho anyway for the review!
Chapter Twelve *Meet Da Complex*
"Alright," Tara said, "Somebody get me some papah an' sometin' ta write with, so Ise can show youse how da complex is layed out, an' wheah da entrance is, an' wheah Angel is gonna be."
"No problem," Jade said, standing up, "Dere should be some papah behind da front desk."
She made her way over to the front of the desk, and, rather then walking around behind the desk, hoisted herself up and leaned over the top so her feet were swinging around in the air.
"Jade," Spot said skeptically, "What da hell are youse doin'?"
"Getting paper!" Jade replied cheerfully.
Spot laughed and shook his head.
He held up three fingers so everyone, except for Jade could see them. He began putting them down one by one, as he if was counting down.
Right after he put the first finger down they could hear Jade say, "I can almost reach it!" And she slipped a little further over the top of the desk towards the other side.
Just as Spot was putting his last finger down Jade made a loud noise which sounded like "Oops.." And she slipped all the way over the desk, crashing head first onto the floor behind the desk.
"Ow....." Jade whined, sitting up and rubbing her head.
Spot made a conscious effort not to die laughing, and asked, "You okay?"
"Yes," Jade replied curtly, and made plans in her head to severely injure Race, who was turning blue from laughing so hard, along with Blink and Hawk.
Widow was laughing softly, and Tara, who looked genuinely concerned, was told by Spot, "Don't worry, she's got a 'ard 'ead."
"I hoid dat!!!" Jade yelled as she sat up and began leafing through the drawers again, this time right-side up.
"I know!" Spot called back.
Jade muttered, less to herself and more for the amusement of everyone else, "See if 'e gets anyting tonight!"
Spot leaned back in his chair and glared at Race, who was starting to look like he needed medical attention, once again from laughing.
Blink looked at his friend skeptically, "Is 'e supposed ta not breathe fer so long?" He asked.
"Probably not," Jade said, walking back over to everyone and dumping a notepad and a pen onto Tara's lap, "But dat's okay, nobody'll miss 'im."
"Aw," Race said, sobering-up and putting a hand over his heart dramatically, "Dat hoit Jade, really, dat hoit."
Jade, attempting to sit down next to Spot again, was instead pulled by him into his lap.
She elbowed him lightly in the ribs.
"I'm mad at you," She grumbled.
"What's new?" Spot asked jokingly.
"Dat store dat's down da block from Tibby's. 'Ave you seen it yet? Real fancy-shmancy place, with a bunch of expensive rings in da window," Jade said.
"Tanks foah sharin'," Widow said sarcastically.
"What's it called?" Tara asked absentmindedly, while she sketched the floor plan of the complex.
"Dunno," Jade said, shrugging, "Sometin' about rings...oh yeah! Damstel's Wedding Rings was da name I tink."
Tara's hand shook slightly and the pen made an unwanted mark on the paper.
"Why?" Jade asked.
"No reason," Tara said smiling blankly, "Jist curious."
Widow leaned back on the chair and carefully watched Tara's movement. It was like she was looking at the paper without really seeing it, like her thoughts were on something totally different.
Glancing down at the drawing Widow noticed that it was becoming progressively sloppier, most likely the result of Tara's lack of attention to the task at hand.
"You missed a room," Widow said, pointing to a place on the drawing, "Right heah."
"Oh, right," Tara mumbled, "Tanks."
A few moments later she stopped drawing, and checked over her map to see if she'd missed anything else.
Satisfied with her product she turned the paper around so it was facing everyone.
"Dis," she began, "Is da complex..."
AN: I'm having a wee bit too much fun with Tara's psyche...bwahahahahahahaha...It's entertaining to hint towards things and never fully explain them until later...wahahahahahahaha!!! bye y'all, an' review!!!!!