Caritas, Saturday evening

[solo_sword]

It was supposed to be Brooke who opened Caritas today, all part of her new job. Unfortunately for Brooke, her twin sister Jaina had attempted to kill her while she was suffering from a rare tropical disease.

Unfortunately for Jaina, she hadn't actually killed Brooke, who was now just comatose in the clinic, so the fact that she was opening up

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[solo_sword]

Like that's any fun. Go back to the bar, or sing like good soap stars do.

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[not_fangirl]

Oh, Temari was sure it was...

"Hermaphroditus. That's a name I have never heard before!"

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[not_a_mused]

"Hermaphroditus," he informed her, smoothing out his blonde hair again, "was a god, child of Hermes the messenger and Aphrodite, the goddess," he trained a smile on the girl, "of love and passion."

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[not_fangirl]

"Oh," Temari said, eyes heavy with a sudden passion she could not explain. "That's a very good name for you then."

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[not_a_mused]

Hermaphroditus' eyes trained on hers, head tilting slightly as he peeked out from his long lashes. He blinked, slowly, and grinned. "You have no idea."

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[not_fangirl]

"Oh, my," Temari gasped. "Perhaps I should visit the ladies room to refresh myself. I seem to be a bit faint."

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[not_a_mused]

"Oh, my!" Hermaphroditus, worry crossing his face and covering his knowing eyes. "We can't have that! Here." Easily, he stood, offering out his hand to the girl, and his arm to help her if she needed the extra support. "Allow me to help you."

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[not_fangirl]

Batting her eyes, Temari took the offered arm. "Thank you. I don't know what came over me!"

Of course, she was now pressed flush against Hermaphroditus.

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[not_a_mused]

"Well," Hermaphroditus held her easily, especially with the uncommon strength of his arms for his feminine figure, and started guiding her in the right direction, fingers dancing along her arm "it does seem to be rather warm in here. I'm feeling a little...flushed...myself."

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[not_fangirl]

"Of course," Temari said, letting her lead the way.

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[multi_madrox]

So as it turned out the Madrox family fortune: $1.57 and a pack of juicy fruit.

Partially chewed.

Evil!Jamie/Skippy was not happy. Jamie had ruined his life.

It was time to ruin Jamie's. The Good one. Not the Amnesiac.

So when he spotted Temari's breats from across the room he knew what he had to do.

First he had to get in Jamie's mindset. Which meant pretending to be lovesick idiot.

"Hello my love," Evil!Jamie said approaching her from behind. "It's only been a few hours since I last saw you but it's felt like an eternity."

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[not_fangirl]

Temari gasped in surprise, turning to face him with a big smile. "Jamie, my love! Is everything alright?"

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[multi_madrox]

He shook his head. "No. Everything's gone wrong. Turtle Wexler is dead. Murdered. Gone from this planet. Her life gone in an instant. It just made me realize just how brief our lives really are on this world and there's no coming back."

He hung his head.

"How can such a loving light in this world be flicked off like a switch?"

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[not_fangirl]

Pulling him forward to pillow his head against her plentiful bosom on comfort, Temari made soothing noises. "Who would do such a thing?"

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[multi_madrox]

"I have my suspicions," Evil!Jamie said snuggling into the plentiful bosom. "But right now what I need is the comfort of the woman I love."

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[not_fangirl]

"Of course, beloved! Anything for you..." Temari said, looking off at a spot in a worried manner.