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Subject: [Fountainhead] Author: Slate [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 00:20:13 06/05/04 Sat Author Host/IP: d141-24-105.home.cgocable.net/24.141.24.105 In reply to: Amaranth 's message, "~Immortal~" on 01:08:32 06/04/04 Fri Though the results weren't unexpected, she winced none-the-less as she was caught. She froze immediately when the girl's vice like-grip clamped about her wrist, and did nothing until her release, upon which she straightened and turned to look at the boy who had spoke. Her hands at her sides she stared him down calculating quickly her risk for injury should she be forced to fight. The odds were not good. 'i'm called Slate. And you are?' She was unwilling to offer any information they could hold her to at a latter date and stood very tense, acutely aware she was in a terrible position. Not to be completely dishonest with herself, she was quietly excited for the probably scuffle ahead of her, but she tried her hardest to hide this oddest of feelings. It was not good for one such as herself to start enjoying fights, it was...untasteful. But perhaps these kids were just regular home boys (and girls), she thought to herself. Doubtful though. The red marks of the girl’s hand around her wrist provided remarkable evidence against her hopes. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date downhill alex and natalie 02:15:13 06/05/04 Sat ~Concrete angel~ -- Sebiya, 04:18:02 06/05/04 Sat ~Been a long road to follow~ -- Amar, 03:11:46 06/06/04 Sun [Running With The Devil] -- Slate, 00:08:57 06/10/04 Thu ~has no one told you she's not breathing?~ -- Amaranth, 00:51:19 06/10/04 Thu [Running With The Devil] -- Slate, 01:39:41 06/10/04 Thu ~A taste of hell~ -- Amaranth, 03:22:47 06/10/04 Thu TROUBLE -- Mercutio & Rigel, 20:38:28 06/10/04 Thu [Running With The Devi] -- Slate, 21:49:35 06/10/04 Thu ~Death is only the beginning~ -- Amar, 22:26:15 06/10/04 Thu TROUBLE -- Mercutio & Rigel, 01:15:35 06/12/04 Sat downhill -- alex and natalie, 01:38:39 06/14/04 Mon [Dangerous Games] -- Slate, 22:08:29 06/14/04 Mon .:Sleeping beauty.:. -- Corinne, 01:26:43 06/20/04 Sun downhill -- alex and natalie, 20:05:26 06/21/04 Mon .:Its all a screwed up fairytale:. -- Corinne, 01:39:20 06/22/04 Tue downhill -- alex, 23:16:11 06/24/04 Thu .:One has nothing to fear but fear itself. Or spiders. Those are icky:. -- Corinne, 02:09:23 06/26/04 Sat