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Post by The Symbolic Sacrifice on Aug 29, 2008 3:38:11 GMT -5
Time for a new tag section as 90 pages is getting too heavy. From Jay... Right, so we need to find Sands...where do you think we should start looking? Tequila bars? From DonaM... Hmm...bars, cantinas.... *thinks* the place I've hidden him lately?? Oops...JUST KIDDING..  From Jay...
Very kind of you to hide him in such places...or maybe not so much kindness as necessity. 
I don't think I've ever enjoyed searching for someone so much! Mexico is HOT.
From DonaM... Haha...I really haven't hidden him..lol.. I dunno where he's gotten to...but I'll bet 'Renas does! 'Renas, front and centre!!!! Where would SJ likely to be? #sands# ~SS~  |
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Post by The Poetic Protégée on Aug 31, 2008 11:36:44 GMT -5
Oooh, new TAG thread.
Arenas is well and truly MIA. Naughty girl neglecting her tagging duties.
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Post by The Symbolic Sacrifice on Sept 4, 2008 2:33:34 GMT -5
Are we actually in Mexico yet? ~SS~ |
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Post by The Poetic Protégée on Sept 4, 2008 6:58:06 GMT -5
Yep  But Mexico is a big place and Sands is a fairly medium sized man |
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Post by The Undaunted Doña on Sept 5, 2008 0:47:42 GMT -5
I was scoping out an interesting looking cantina earlier and happened to see someone in the shadows dressed in black...hmmm.. Sands is that you?
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Post by The Poetic Protégée on Sept 5, 2008 4:50:26 GMT -5
Careful, DonaM!
Approach with caution....
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Post by clion on Sept 12, 2008 6:37:18 GMT -5
Almost squeals in anticipation, covers her mouth with one hand, grabs Jay's sleeve with the other.
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Post by The Undaunted Doña on Sept 12, 2008 12:54:20 GMT -5
DonaM cautiously walks towards the shadowed figure...holding her boot dagger at the ready... she reaches out....touches his shoulder...
"Sands?"
"Hey, sugarbutt!"
"Sands it IS you! I knew I wasn't just seein' things... so tell us..Arenas says you know who's IT? C'mon, spill it!"
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Post by The Symbolic Sacrifice on Sept 14, 2008 1:14:28 GMT -5
Yes SJ, do spill the beans and put us all out of our misery. Pleeeeeeeeeeeease.......... I need some tequila ;D ~SS~ |
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Post by CIA Agente Arenas on Sept 14, 2008 1:31:26 GMT -5
*peeks over Dona's shoulder* "Oh, that's Sands. He looks shorter in real life."
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Post by The Undaunted Doña on Sept 14, 2008 3:26:59 GMT -5
"Ok..spill the beans here already..." |
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Post by The Poetic Protégée on Sept 15, 2008 8:21:20 GMT -5
Bring on the tequila!  Unless you want to see a very drunk Jay start table dancing and kissing everything that stays still long enough, I suggest you start talking, Senor Sands.  |
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Post by CIA Agente Arenas on Sept 15, 2008 11:11:25 GMT -5
"Er..." Sands glances at the assembled, wondering why they were at his very favourite bar, how they had found his very favourite bar, and what he could do to get rid of them. He takes a swig of tequila. "Well, I suppose it's um...that one. You."
He points vaguely at the young, excitable girl currently clinging to the one who last spoke. A sidekick, he thinks. "Congratulations. Go away."
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Post by The Imprisoned Songstress on Sept 15, 2008 12:03:44 GMT -5
C your up!
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Post by The Undaunted Doña on Sept 15, 2008 12:37:17 GMT -5
Ok C.. Sands has said YOU are IT..c'mon in here... *Looks at Sands* "As for how I found you...you should know I got my ways.. " |
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