<font color=white>*He forced himself to smile reassuringly.* Don;t worry about me. *He ran his hand through her hair, feeling the soft locks sift through his fingers.* I'm not the same man you knew. *On the outside maybe.. but deep within he was still the same man, longing to prove himself to her once and for all that he was strong enough.* Besides, there are worse things than being hurt.</font> -- Realistic Dreams: The Present : The Night Club - Illusions

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Date Posted: 09:36:34 10/14/05 Fri
Author: Quin
Subject: *He forced himself to smile reassuringly.* Don;t worry about me. *He ran his hand through her hair, feeling the soft locks sift through his fingers.* I'm not the same man you knew. *On the outside maybe.. but deep within he was still the same man, longing to prove himself to her once and for all that he was strong enough.* Besides, there are worse things than being hurt.
In reply to: Joaquin 's message, "*He was as silent as a wolf in the quietest of settings, and here where the voices and music drowned the loudest of noises, he all but disappeared. If it weared for his rakish good looks and bright silvery eyes, he wouldn't even exist. Looking around, he saw his target and crossed the room, brushed against a couple of people and completely ignoring them. He hand came up and he picked up a beer off the counter as the bartended put it in front of another patron, ignoring the protests. Taking a large swallow, he continued his track straight across to the secluded table near the back. This was the only place he could meet in secrecy - if they knew what he was doing his body would never be found. He took a seat across the table from her and produced a sheet of paper.. it was an order directed to a group of operatives.. to recover Agent Freebird and remove sensitive information from him.*" on 07:57:53 10/13/05 Thu

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"Maybe I am worried about me...I get awful attached to you." She smiled a little, looking at him - enjoying the feeling of his fingers running through her hair. It was so hard not to dwell on memories when he was so close - good memories of when they had been happy. "Whats worse then being hurt?" She questioned, her brow furrowed curiously. (NT) -- Kate, 09:40:56 10/14/05 Fri