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Date Posted: 21:31:00 09/19/03 Fri
Author: Theo
Subject: Go screw yourself. ha; just kiddin'.
In reply to: Sorcha 's message, ":: Not much good left in this world ::" on 21:00:41 09/19/03 Fri

She blinked open her eyes lazily, sun pouring in and singing her tender sight. She slipped beneath the covers hesitantly, hiding from the light, and then heard again the noise she thought was only an eruption of her dream, a soft rapping on the door. She slid out of the bed gingerly, hand immediately pressing aganist the wall as her vision was still off, as far as distancing and muscle memory went. The terry cloth robe draped about her was foreign, but paid no attention that she had not put it on herself, although at another point it might have perplexed her. So too was the cast on her arm, and she eyed it feebly before smashing straight into the door, unaware on her vision how close she had become. Feeling about the door for the handle, she pulled it open, recognizing Sorcha with a weak smile. She looked like shit. From the top of her left forehead into the depths of her long mahogany hair, she was swolen black and blue, and beneath the locks stitched together. Her arm was casted, and her face pale and weak; cheeks still flushed and tear stained from the night before. She had not regained any fine motor skills yet, and resulting from it she had no depth perception, leaving her eyes tired and sunken in from continually trying to focus. Nevertheless, she was suprisingly upbeat, though her voice has still choked from last nights tears. She motioned behind her in the general direction of Inu and Jason, walking into the hallway and reaching for teh door handle twice before grasping it and pulling it shut. "Hi, Sorcha. How are you? Have you seen Zeth and them yet?" her voie was cracked and oddly naive from her usual uncouth and wanton behavior, and hearing her speak like such a wholesome creature was almost pitiful coming from those lips.

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