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Date Posted: Sun, Sep 26 2004, 12:57pm PDT
Author: Karisma
Subject: I may not be a ten but the boys say I clean up good
In reply to: maverick puck lassiter 's message, "liar" on Sat, Sep 25 2004, 10:16pm PDT


Her name given to her at birth was Christina Lampshire but a time of rebellion when she was just eighteen years old had it legally changed to Karisma Diamond. That little stunt shows just a glimpse of this engima's personality. Her dark eyes, more often then not, are sparkling with mischief, always looking for any way possible to have a good time and enjoy life to the fullest. Any hint of someone trying to control or contain her brings out a dramatic flare of indignant spirit and stubborn pride. She is a lovely force to be reckoned with, her moods as regular in their change as the seasons. While getting to know her can be called by nothing other then a challange - the work is well worth the reward.








The dark haired, bronzed vixen made her way into the lodge with a bright gaze taking in every person, every detail, every inch of the place with a barely restricted excitment. All that she owned was in the backseat of her car outside, while a sling back hung around one shoulder containing just a few personal items. A smile played on her full pale lips as she let out a soft breath and slung the pack over onto a couch before brushing off her hands and looking around. Her dark gaze fell on the young man, noting the discarded cigarette which reminded her she could go for a quick smoke. Square red and orange box came out of her sling pack - the Kamel (with a K) red lights were, however, accompanied not by a lighter. "Hey." She stated, heading over to where he was with a light smile. "You happen to have a lighter I could use really quick?" She questioned, her head tipped to the side - her silver chains nestling in the bronzed hint of chest exposed by her beater style tank top.

















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