<font color=bluegreen> <center> :..: Cold, Cold Heart :..: </font> </center> -- RD Present: Caf� Brio

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Date Posted: Thu, Sep 30 2004, 1:04pm PDT
Author: Luke
Subject: :..: Cold, Cold Heart :..:

:..: Carrying himself with complete confidence and more than a little arrogance, the handsome rogue stepped inside. He was dressed in a black beater and silver pinstriped black pants, his short spikey light blonde hair, bronzed skin, and icy blue eyes proving quite a contrast. He wasn't sure why he'd came up to the lodge, other than the fact that it was usually the central place of activity around this place. But he wasn't thirsty, wasn't tired, and didn't feel like smoking. That was what everyone else seemed to do when they came here. Suddenly an overwhelmingly heavy feeling of boredom settled across his broad shoulders. Releasing a long frustrated breath, he slouched against the back of a couch and stared at the silently flickering TV. If there were any exciting women, his central focus, he hadn't met `em. No wild all-night parties, or dangerous pranks. No alcohol induced midnight races followed by hours hiding from the cops. All the fun things he'd always enjoyed. So what the hell was a guy like him doing here? :..:

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=-.delicate v'xxen hadn't been in awhile, but she'd finally decided to come back for no other reason than this place attracted the type of people she found irresistible. tall lithe frame cold in black tee and jeans, so she immediately made her way over to the couch closest to the fire. she fiddled with her long dark coffee tresses, pulling them back into a messy ponytail. stormy gaze glanced around the room, resting on him for a moment before focusing on the tv boredly. (NT) -- Astrid, Thu, Sep 30 2004, 6:07pm PDT
- Feeling her gaze, he glanced in her direction, his female radar shifting back into gear. He straightened up a bit, and watched her, head cocked to the side. A most charming smile flickered across his handsome face as he crossed his arms across his chest. (NT) -- Luke, Fri, Oct 01 2004, 2:00pm PDT

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