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Date Posted: 16:47:41 08/27/02 Tue
Author: Mignon
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 63.228.179.10
Subject: Inside
In reply to: River tail 's message, "OOC:Okay,how 'bout inserting"The otter walks over to the asassin."" on 19:42:32 08/25/02 Sun

The weaselbabe opened her mouth to speak again, and closed it. She wanted to say something, to tell this fox what exactly would happen to her if she did indeed stay at the place, but she couldn't think of a way to say her thoughts aloud without sounding more like an idiot than she had already managed. No. How could she possibly understand? No, nothing more needed to be said; she had already said she was leaving, and she really meant it, like iron. Nothing was holding her back this time, and she didn't want to have to wait for more complications to tie her down again. The babe certainly didn't take to following blindly; she preffered being "on her own," as she saw it--nobeast to look down on, no power-hungry leader to cower under, just she and her own mundane life problems. Leave the cowering to the idiots, and I'll go my own way, was her reasoning, and so far it had served her well--granted, it did leave a lot to be desired in the distance-in-relationships departments, of course, but then again, that was how she had always wanted it to be, right? Right.

The babe looked up at the vixen's face once more, locking eyes for an instant that seemed to last an eternity. The vixen's amber eyes were piercing through hers, even though she seemed to be smiling slightly behind her respectful distance, and the babe fought to keep her gaze. She opened her mouth yet again, but still finding no words to suit her thoughts she shut it likewise and turned away quickly, and she walked grimly out the doors of the Sugar and Spice Cafe, heading towards the fort gates. She did not look back.

(OOC: **sniffle-sniff** It's all over... Ha ha. Actually I might come back here a few weeks after jr. high starts--(Yes... I'm a fishman, an' it please you, o great Los Supremos sophomores... hey, I'm Fillmore, an' you're a sophomore! What a coincedence! Ha ha ha... Bleugh. Too much Sherman's Lagoon. Not that I'm complaining...)you know, just so I can get "settled" in school... ah. Xan, I completely and wholeheartedly share your view of preps, although I may have just stumbled over some scientific proof that being a prep is genetic, just like serial killing in some males is genetic, and so on... but any one of you wishes to hear the whole of my "theory", of course, then I'll tell you sometime... (Can you tell what "group" so to speak I'm in at school yet..? Yeppo...) So... I'm not officially gone until september third, really, but I figured now's as good a time as any other to leave youse for a bit of a holiday... Ha ha. Ahhhm, feel absootly free to, you know, carry on the RP wid'out your ole' pal Mignon...Ha ha... Bye'yah, folks... Aloha a hui hou! **dissapears over the little ROC horizon, juggling flowerpots with both hands, er, paws**

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*stiffly* Fine, don't worry about little ole' Miggs, all lost and alone in the middle of the woods wi' no one to help 'er find her way, save the bloody Flitchaye..Yes sir, thanks to good old fashioned Redwall hospitality, I'll probably be eaten alive by scrawny nasty little mustelidae for tea.And I'm sure that you all will be just jolly fine without me,so stop bawling and don't you worry folks,I won't be gone long..*sniffle*Just.. just give me a call if you decides its too bleak without me, oke? (NT) -- Mignon, making a fool of herself and barely missing the subject limit, 11:07:04 08/29/02 Thu