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Bleidd et Briallan
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Date Posted: 16:42:29 11/11/03 Tue
In reply to:
Alicia H.
's message, "$Cooking At This Time of Night$" on 01:18:43 11/11/03 Tue
- Yelling unhappily, the child kicked out as he was being drug from the rooftop, his sneakered foot nailing his father in the nose. Oops. Does this mean he's not getting desert tonight? Or the puppy? Ah, but he was still a little stinker. Ivories brought down upon the nearest chuck of skin, the boy thrashed but not before yelling - DON'T CALL ME BRAT!
::Too late. The wraith had already gained access to the apartment. What's up with the spice thing? What a waste of good oregano and basil. Frigid mask cloaking her presence, the apparition studied their action, watching waiting, feeding from the borderline hysteria. ::
Hush, little baby, don't say a word...
::Though unseen and masked, untouchable with a phyiscal hand, the siren sang on, taunting them, driving the child more frantic by the moment. ::
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