<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Earlier in the School year<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth<br/><br/>Relief for a moment, and then a measure of disappointment as the all too soft form wiggled out from underneath her. Her dark eyes turned in the direction of the chanting girls. She could not help but frown slightly. It was good natured teasing she knew that, and knew that the girls did not -mean- to make her feel the pang of hurt that she felt deep down inside. The line was a fine one, and the good-natured teasing could quickly blur into mocking chants of<em>'carpet muncher', 'lezbo', 'dyke'</em>that had been directed at her more than -once-.<br/><br/>Elizabeth took it in stride, and the dark-skinned girl decided she should as well. These girls were nice, and she was certain they meant no real harm with their teasing. Besides, it's not like she didn't -truly- enjoy the moment she spent pressed against the pretty blond, her best friend.<br/><br/>The call to charge came out, quickly from Elizabeth and she moved, pounced more like it. The target of her own pillow squealed and ran, or tried to ran, in a display of why -she- was the one who always caught Elizabeth when she was tossed into the air she stoops down amid stride, scooping up her target and draping the flailing, squealing party-goer over a single shoulder. Legs held fast at the thigh by a single dark brown arm as the pillow she held in the other hand thuds against the trapped girl's behind.<br/><br/>Continuing the run, along with Elizabeth and the 'Fish' still being pelted by her friend's pillow and towards the converted dining room she drops the helpless priosonner before clapping her hands to her hips.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay! Now that the spies have been -dealt- with, what does everyone want to do?"</strong>