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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 0:45:29 GMT -5
*He surged her sides and began tickling her.*
"Don't you go pokin' my ribs, lass."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 0:47:12 GMT -5
"Ach! Michael! No--don't!" *Laughing helplessly, she tried to squirm away from his grip, making them both tumble to the sand beside the rock.* "Pfft!" *she spat out a mouthful of sand.* "Ye'll pay fer that, McNamara."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 0:48:20 GMT -5
*He was on top of her, and that was awkward, so he rolled off and spat some sand out himself.*
"Oh really?"
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 0:50:57 GMT -5
*Scooping up a handful of sand, she flung it at his face as she scrambled to her feet and took off running barefoot down the beach.*
"I'll tell yer mother!" *she crowed.* "An' she'll spank you into next week!"
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 0:51:33 GMT -5
"Ach." *He just laid down on the sand, defeated.* "You win, Kath."
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 0:53:38 GMT -5
"I always do!" *she called back, her voice carrying on the wind that blew constantly, driving the waves against the sheer cliffs beyond the strand. She continued walking, her hands shoved into her pockets as she enjoyed burying her bare toes in the cool, wet sand.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 0:54:47 GMT -5
*He snuck up behind her, grabbed her around the middle and, without warning, tossed her into the water.*
"HA!"
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 1:00:49 GMT -5
"Ahh-" *her scream became a gurgle as she sank like a stone before she bobbed back up to the surface, spluttering, strands of hair plastered to her face.* "Michael--MICHAEL CONOR I'LL HAVE YER HIDE FER THAT!" *She sloshed back towards him, shuffling and stumbling awkwardly in the water, her skirts now heavy and soaked through, but her rage made her determined and surprisingly agile. She bent and caught him around the knees, pulling him into the surf.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 1:03:46 GMT -5
"Ach!" *He cried, sputtering and getting a mouthful of wet sand.*
"Are ye mad, woman, it's freezing!" *He cried, grinning as he turned up to face her.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 1:05:09 GMT -5
"Ye threw me in in the first place!" *she fired back, cutting water at him with the flat of her hand.*
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 1:06:23 GMT -5
*He laughed.*
"Only teasin', a chroí." *He managed to get out.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 1:07:39 GMT -5
*She tried to look stern, but failed entirely.*
"Go 'way with you," *she said good-naturedly, getting to her feet and walking into the shallows, holding out her hand to help him up.* "Come on, then."
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Post by Micaela on Dec 30, 2007 2:05:27 GMT -5
*He took her hand and let her pull him up.*
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Post by Kathy on Dec 30, 2007 2:07:39 GMT -5
*She chuckled softly.*
"Look't you. Soaked to the skin."
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Post by Michael on Dec 30, 2007 2:08:52 GMT -5
"You as well, for your information." *He teased, looking at her and immediately regretting it, as her light summer dress was clinging to her. He turned his head away.*
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