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The vault door stood large and broad in the hallway - so large and broad that it was as if the corridor itself had had to grow several sizes to accommodate it. It was a dark red, and its surface was almost completely smooth but for the slots where three keys would fit.

It exuded quiet menace.

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solo_sword

Jaina had a bad feeling about this.

Seriously, get a big group together and open a vault that could hold anything in it? She totally expected Godzilla.

Because they'd faced Godzilla once.

From:

texted3times

"You've been here the whole time?" Eric asked.

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solo_sword

Well there was someone Jaina was really glad to see. Even if she was gross and still kind of covered in two-day-old blood. Which, you know, was just how Jaina had to go through life sometimes.

"Yeah. You too?"

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texted3times

Eric nodded. "Representing Camp Naked, apparently."

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solo_sword

"Somehow I'm not surprised," Jaina admitted.

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texted3times

"Pajamas are chafing," Eric declared.

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solo_sword

"You just like being naked," she replied, because she knew him. "I'm just saying, maybe a pair of boxers after this might be a pretty okay idea."

Edited Date: 2013-04-14 06:34 pm (UTC)

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texted3times

"I think it wasn't anything people hadn't seen before, and if it was, well, better they get a good impression of what everything should look like."

Thank you, Eric.

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solo_sword

He was just lucky Annie had seen a penis by now.

"You probably gave some fourteen-year-old an education."

Jaina knew she wouldn't have been able to handle all that at fourteen.