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Subject: plays with guns. [ open ] Author: Derae [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:39:30 09/12/05 Mon Oh, to hell with it! He'd gotten tired of his life. Tired of sitting in one place, nothing to do day in and day out. His godfather never seemed to be around, nor his lover. And the half-vampire, half-werewolf male was starting to get tired of his boyfriend. Oh yes, he was a sweetheart, alright, but there was only so long you could last with the same partner. His chains and buckled clanked incessantly as he wandered down the hall, trailing fingertips across the wall, mismatched eyes looking for a room with no light emitting from under the door - he needed to break in somewhere, it was just a matter of finding that somewhere. Dee knew he couldn't go back to his old home, no, he could never do that. It held too many bitter memories and he hated being considered a damn gothy angsty whiner. Coming to one door, he stopped n front of it, leaning to press his ear to it to listen for movements inside. After hearing nothing for a few moments, he plucked a safety pin from his shirt and quickly tried to unlock it. Soft mutters were given as he repeatedly failed, glancing up nervously, hoping that he'd get into some place before he was caught. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Portions for Foxes Rilo 17:35:59 09/12/05 Mon throw it to the dogs. -- Derae, 17:49:39 09/12/05 Mon Portions for Foxes -- Rilo, 18:08:52 09/12/05 Mon set it on fire. -- Derae, 20:06:58 09/12/05 Mon girls rule, boys drool. -- Rilo, 17:58:49 09/13/05 Tue no girls allowed. -- Derae, 05:55:55 09/14/05 Wed but I have nail polish! -- Rilo, 18:32:30 09/14/05 Wed ... *black* nail polish? -- derae, 05:59:12 09/15/05 Thu ewwwww. how about some nice pink to brighten your day and chase all the gothiness away? -- Rilo, 16:46:07 09/15/05 Thu *shiver* ew pink. and not gothy, just.. not liking bright. -- Derae, 20:03:25 09/15/05 Thu how about on your toenails then? oh the joy that is cheerful toes. -- Rilo, 20:05:41 09/16/05 Fri i'll just never take off my socks again..? -- Derae, 23:07:45 09/16/05 Fri good idea. -- Rilo, 07:57:36 09/17/05 Sat alrighty then. -- Derae, 10:42:36 09/18/05 Sun Um -- Rilo, 18:34:09 09/14/05 Wed