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Date Posted: Thu, Jul 03 2003, 4:34pm PDT
Author: Erica - Di
Subject: I'll.be.strong.passerby..
In reply to: .susan.and.james.mcallistor. 's message, "[.to:erica,di,and justin.] ".meet.the.mcallistors."" on Thu, Jul 03 2003, 4:03pm PDT

The couple was everything her parents had never been. They had never had class. Her father had been a jockey, a later a successful trainer; her mother had been a housewife all of her days. And yet, Erica was standing there, a sort of grim expression upon her features, she had been scared to death.. But if she could handle a twelve hundred pound horse, she figured she could handle these people just fine. She looked good, she knew she looked good -- she didn't kid herself into thinking that she got stares and hoots for no reason. A smile was slowly etching itself over those features -- geez, this whole situation could be almost funny, but no.. she wouldn't laugh. She couldn't laugh because that just wasn't her style. She was slipping into character -- the pretty smile, the guarded gaze. A single hand alights to push through the lengthly satin-ish golden hair, those chocolate eyes centered upon the couple.
Here goes nothin..
She nods slightly to herself before speaking on the matter of her family, "Yes, I'm Erica -- Owen's fiancee`. As for my family, my brothers will be in town shortly because they are on tour you see.. Both are signed with Columbia Records and hold a substantial bank account balance. My older sister is in Europe doing God knows what, and my little sister is right there." Her head inclines towards the other girl.. "As for my parents, they're dead, so there will be no assessment on that point." She clears her throat a bit, her tone even as if simply listing facts for a term paper.. Mainly for the sole reason because in order for her to tell them all this, she had to keep all emotion out of it. "Umm.. and our news.." She looks to Owen slowly, "Want me to tell them, or you?" Nope, she hadn't told the inlaws about their nest egg, they just plain didn't need to know about that right now. She blinks a little bit and shrugs at the woman's grilling.. indifferent to say the least.. "I don't have much else to really tell you about myself, but ask away." She looked back to Owen and gave him a real smile, the ones that were initially meant for only him. Her hand finds its way into his and she squeezes it gently.

She couldn't help but chuckle at this, boy oh boy did she feel sorry for these kids. A hand alights to conceal her mirth -- highly aware of the fact that the in laws wouldn't enjoy her laughing at them. When she, herself, is looked at and assessed her eyes sort widen and her head shakes immediately, "Nah.. don't look at me -- I'm just a bystander." Jerks a thumb in Erica's direction, "Call it moral support." She was actually proud of her older sister, it was one of those times when she wished she had that kind of guts, it was one of those times when she knew that she never would. She had no reason to be intimidated right now, she wasn't in the spotlight and didn't crave to be so. She stood there unashamed of her scant attire -- for the sole reason because she had good purpose to be. The one thing she loved about this place was the surfing, and who the hell cared if she walked around in a bikini top and shorts? I mean.. look around and you'll see a minimum of two hundred people dressed the same way in the raging heat. The girl sort of shrugged and looked to Joe sympathetically.. She wished he could learn to laugh at things more, I mean.. she'd hardly seen him laugh once in her entire acquintance with him. She looks up to him, her words hushed and kept from audibility from naught else.. "Laugh a little.. The world's only shitty if it's not amusing.."

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[every subject line will be a thought from a diff. char, just match up the colors. :-)].i.want.to.get.free. -- .mcallistor.family., Thu, Jul 03 2003, 5:19pm PDT
- knew.this.was.useless -- J, Thu, Jul 03 2003, 5:28pm PDT
- grandkids.deep.trouble. -- Erica. Di, Fri, Jul 04 2003, 7:47pm PDT
  - apparently..they.don't.grasp.concepts.easily.ick. -- .owen., Fri, Jul 04 2003, 10:18pm PDT
    - such.a.bitch -- J, Sat, Jul 05 2003, 6:57am PDT
    - toddlers..circles. -- Erica -- Di, Sun, Jul 06 2003, 4:29pm PDT
      - .daddy.i'm.getting.married.but.you.won't.walk.me.down.the.aisle.will.you?. -- .the.mcallistors., Sun, Jul 06 2003, 5:36pm PDT
        I agree!!shouldn't have. -- Di, Sun, Jul 06 2003, 5:53pm PDT
        dear.god.lemme.tell.you.something -- J, Sun, Jul 06 2003, 5:55pm PDT
        [GO UP! I POSTED UP THERE...] (NT) -- .darkie., Mon, Aug 04 2003, 3:41pm PDT

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