<i><font color=iceblue>*~~~> (Were you all abducted?!) -- --crossroads

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Subject: *~~~> (Were you all abducted?!)

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Icera

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Date Posted: 18:07:25 04/30/01 Mon
In reply to: Alana 's message, "(Hey, no prob! We all do that from time to time! :o) >>Inside<< " on 13:41:00 04/24/01 Tue

*The girl flops down backwards in the long grass, plucking leaves aimlessly. She rolls over, placing her chin in cupped hands, and stares morosly and blankly at the river, lost in thought. Weaving the blades of grass around her slim fingers, icy eyes watching the going ons with slight smile. She moves onto dandylions and boredly makes herself a bracelet. And a necklace. And a headpiece. She runs out of dandylions, and watches Chloe and Alana some more, still smiling lightly. She thinks about joining them and decides against it, for some reason it reminded herself too much of fire, and she couldn't swim, anyways. It wasn't one of the activities often exercized where she grew up. She watchs her friends, wondering what their past lives were like, and decided they didn't care. It didn't really seem to matter to them. Maybe she was just being 'grown-up' again. She looks down at the neatly plant-cleared area in front of her and sighs, moving over and attempting to see how many knots you can tie into grass before it breaks. Two, if you try hard. She giggles and gives up, throwing all the grass into the air* (Pointless...)

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