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Subject: - sorry, chickies, i'll choke you on the way down -

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Briallan

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Date Posted: 21:32:44 01/09/04 Fri
In reply to: <>T i g e r F i r e<><>P h e o n i x<> 's message, "a t t a c k" on 19:04:59 01/09/04 Fri

-hung over as she was, the pale jade eyed creature could recognize when someone thought she was food. ugh... god she felt like hurling here on the spot. tehehe how funny would that be to throw up on your attacker? Forced to move, though she really didn't feel much like it, the pale waining figure stummbled to her feet after several failed attempts and landing in an oil slicked puddle. Ugh... gross. Her snowy canvas had torn a bit across her palms and knees, revealing the scarlet gift it hid. Life was rough. And it was about to get rougher. In her prime, she could have wiped the floor with this sort of thing. But she wasnt in her prime. There was too much heartache and grief. Along with a previous injury that caused her to limp these days. However broken she may have been, there was a will to live. A need to go on. God it was cold. Shivering a bit, she stood there sopping wet and hung over. Things didn't look good for her-

Be off with ye, bird brains. I have no quarrel with ye.

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Subject	Author	Date
Re: - sorry, chickies, i'll choke you on the way down -	<>T i g e r F i r e<><>P h e o n i x<>	07:48:16 01/12/04 Mon
what is this? -- <>Czar<>, 07:53:03 01/12/04 Mon - like the Truth, I'm hard to swallow - -- Bri, 00:35:34 01/13/04 Tue Re: - like the Truth, I'm hard to swallow - -- <>T i g e r F i r e<><>P h e o n i x<>, 15:39:33 01/14/04 Wed Re: - like the Truth, I'm hard to swallow - -- <>czar<>, 15:44:00 01/14/04 Wed - each sleeping vision speaks unheard - -- Bri, 02:58:34 01/15/04 Thu Re: - each sleeping vision speaks unheard - -- <>T i g e r F i r e<><>P h e o n i x<>, 18:13:21 01/15/04 Thu