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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Jinny was happy to see that Arab woke up without much problem. It assured her that he wasn't dead. However, at his statement, her smile faded. The blind dragon might have been a bit hot-tempered, but he was a valuable member to what he did. At least he would still be serving them as a war specialist—something Jinora was most certainly not. "We understand, Arabian. Can I get you anything?" She offered, referencing poppy seeds as a solution to any pain he might be feeling.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Jinny knew Clinton didn't like her -- but she couldn't figure out why. She wasn't sure if she'd...done something, maybe? Who knew. However, she wasn't about to let her curiosity get in the way of her job. Walking over next to Cair, Jinora considered the situation before nodding to the former medic. "A test would be a good idea." She said.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Jinora was in the same position as Cair -- and quite personally, she had never attended a raid for her peaceful nature. That, and the fact that she had no fighting skill whatsoever. She needed to learn. But, then again, she was going as a medic, just like her friend.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]No way was anybody coming out of this without a injury. The Exiles were vicious, and TidalClan had brought poison balloons. Someone was going to die, or get hurt. It was inevitable. Slipping up next to Cair in the bushes, Jinny watched with rather disappointed optics. She hated this -- really.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Her lack of activity was about to be changed -- for the time being. It seemed whenever dreamie had a high position character, they magically dropped in activity. Like clockwork. Anyway, since Lady had already asked the desired question, Jinny joined the group, waiting for Mad to speak.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Hm...a prank war? That sounded like fun. "TidalClan will be attending." The cinnamon calico said through a smile, looking forward to going. Pranking was a fun way to relieve stress, and just mess around. Jinny still waited at the border, hoping to hear a little more information about this prank war. The title itself was pretty self-explanatory, but a little extra info never hurt anyone.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]"Hello, Lady, Cains." The cinnamon calico greeted, walking over. dreamie had just come back from her friend's house, so she had a hella lot to catch up on.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Jinora found it rather ironic that he was called Cake, and he ate everything in sight. Hm. She supposed it was a well suited name, though. "Welcome to TidalClan." The cinnamon calico greeted, stopping next to Lady.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Welcome back! (:
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Jinora wandered over to her boyfriend, brushing against him before looking down at his drawing. It was rather good for someone without thumbs, but then again...it wasn't very good. All in all, it had it's pros and cons. Was she over-analyzing this? Probably. "I think it looks great for someone who doesn't have thumbs." Jinora said eventually.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]/rolls in
whats going ooon
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]"Same." She said, sitting back so he could stand up. Jinny brushed the sand off of her knees, and then slipped her hand into his, allowing Sammy to pull her up. With that, she tried to brush the sand off the rest of herself, feeling the grainy substance scrape her back where it had gotten inside her sweatshirt. Glancing at her boyfriend, she wedged her chin between her thumb and forefinger, considering him. He had sand all over the front of his shirt. Frowning, Jinny caved into her OCD neat-freak side, and stepped forward, brushing the palms of her hands down his chest to get rid of the stuff. "If only the beach didn't have sand." She said, smiling.

Once again slipping her fingers through his, Jinora aimed to lead him along the path that trailed up to the mall. It was completely dark now, and stars dotted the sky. Many of the shops had their doors closed and lights off as Jinny slipped through the mall, trying to go unnoticed by the people that weren't asleep. Jinny had never been one to have insomnia, but she did occasionally stay up reading. And last night, she'd been unfortunate enough to get a bad night's sleep -- which meant her lights were off, because she'd slept in so late. Pushing open the glass doors to her PB Teen store, Jinora stepped in, and tugged her sweatshirt off, leaving nothing on her torso but a sports bra. What? Her sweatshirt was full of sand.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]ooh pokemon
never watched it

who would jinny be??
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Hearing him, Jinny turned around, thinking something was wrong. Of course, she sighed and smiled when she noticed his blush, and his massive hand covering his eyes. "Oh my god, Sammy." She laughed, glancing down at her sports bra. For a fleeting moment, like any teenage girl, she hoped he didn't think she was fat (it ran through every girl's head; it was impossible, though, for Jinora to be fat, since she was a vegetarian. She was practically a stick). Besides, girls ran around the mall all the time with only their sports bras on. It wasn't an uncommon sight.

Ignoring his embarrassment, Jinora shook out her sweatshirt and hug it over the line on her hammock, making a mental note to wash it out later. Then she yawned and put her arms up over her head in a luxurious stretch. She might've put a T-shirt on -- had it not been the middle of summer. Turning back to Sammy, she tugged on her ear thoughtfully for a moment, wondering what to do next. Her brain was becoming sluggish and drowsy with the thought of sleep -- but she didn't want to go to bed. Not yet. She wasn't that tired.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Jinora smiled at Mad's suggestion, and dreamie hugged lathe little thing through the fourth wall. Jinora had been meaning to make a weekly task thread, she just needed permission from Cain. That had been her one idea, ironically. "And I'd love to hold a weekly task session, I just had yet to ask you, Cain. Great idea, Madri." The cinnamon calico said with a flick of her tail.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Jinora had completely forgotten that she didn't need permission for this on her trial week. Oops. "Alright, weekly tasks! Come get them. By the way, special thanks to Madrigal for bringing this idea back up." She called out, seating herself in the middle of the mall.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Jinora joined the group in an awful track post.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Oops, Jinny forgot something. "And because this was Madri's idea, I'd like her to help me hand out tasks this week." Sure. Why not, right? Madri was smart. Besides, basically anything was a weekly task.

Glancing at Clinton, she shrugged. "Suit yourself." She would've given Clinton something she was capable of doing with her disability, but if she didn't want to, that was fine, too.

"Gwen, I'd like you to give gift baskets to our allies. It's cliché, but with all the stuff going on with the Exiles, I'm sure some clans would appreciate the supplies. Lady, could you hold a story night in one of the bookstores this evening?" She knew Lady had been here for, like, a really long time, and she probably had some really cool stories to tell.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]Smiling at her boyfriend, she nodded. "Yes you can, Mister Sammy. Can you please hold a self defense class?" That would work, right? TidalClan had a lot of kids running around nowadays, and keeping them safe was a rather high priority among other things.

Who was this? She'd have to talk to Bitterblue in private some time. Jinora was pretty much her long-lost-twin. (Not literally, of course.) "Bitterblue, I'd like you to hold a beach party. Music, lights -- go wild. Shots, I want you to host truth or dare game...which you've already done. Okay, never mind. I want you to hold a campfire session, with s'mores and a fire, and anything else you want to add. Icy, can you do a border patrol, please?" There.

(omf this weekly task thing is way harder than i thought it would be XD)
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; margin-top: -20px]★ JINORA GRACE[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt;text-align:justify; color: white; margin-top: -10px][hr]dreamie had, in fact, been eyeing this thread, but her reluctance as to the limits of trial leadership only gave her so much confidence. Now, Jinny appeared beside Cains, awaiting the stranger's response.
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