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paradisalogs2012-02-22 08:39 am
youfallback) wrote in paradisalogs2012-02-22 08:39 am
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Who: Noble Five and Chihualina (closed for now, sorry! :c)
What: Carolina shows up at training with a few inches missing.
When: Wednesday morning, 0600
Where: The gym, first
Rating: PG-13; also action!spam and loss start!
[Carolina woke up this morning feeling just a bit different. Not like P. Diddy or anything resembling any rapper, but just smaller somehow. For a start, she couldn't reach her alarm clock, which took a good five minutes to shut off with what was definitely a paw. This isn't possible was the quickest way to analyze the situation, but looking in a mirror quickly informed her of just how possible her current state was.
A dog. A 6-pound, tiny dog who probably couldn't carry her own weight in anything.
Regardless, she's heading down to the gym all the same, courtesy of a convenient doggy door in her otherwise thick and well-locked front door, dragging her journal along with her. She'd need to try and get someone to inform important people about her state and she knew that she likely couldn't. So, at 0600 sharp, she's trotting into the gym, dragging the book with her.]
What: Carolina shows up at training with a few inches missing.
When: Wednesday morning, 0600
Where: The gym, first
Rating: PG-13; also action!spam and loss start!
[Carolina woke up this morning feeling just a bit different. Not like P. Diddy or anything resembling any rapper, but just smaller somehow. For a start, she couldn't reach her alarm clock, which took a good five minutes to shut off with what was definitely a paw. This isn't possible was the quickest way to analyze the situation, but looking in a mirror quickly informed her of just how possible her current state was.
A dog. A 6-pound, tiny dog who probably couldn't carry her own weight in anything.
Regardless, she's heading down to the gym all the same, courtesy of a convenient doggy door in her otherwise thick and well-locked front door, dragging her journal along with her. She'd need to try and get someone to inform important people about her state and she knew that she likely couldn't. So, at 0600 sharp, she's trotting into the gym, dragging the book with her.]