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Subject: TROUBLE Author: Mercutio & Rigel [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 01:15:35 06/12/04 Sat Author Host/IP: cache-rm08.proxy.aol.com/152.163.253.8 In reply to: Amar 's message, "~Death is only the beginning~" on 22:26:15 06/10/04 Thu Rigel begins to rummage through the many pockets of his olive-green jacket. He finally finds what he is looking for in one of the hidden interior pockets: a smooth leather pouch, closed with a grimy leather strap as a drawstring. Struggling with the tight and clumsy knots, he opens it. From within, he draws out a few scraps of food. Rigel begins to toss a small hunk of bread to Slate, but thinks better of it watching Amar. He rises to his feet and walks over to the group. The boy drops to his knees and offers the bread to Amar's little sister, Sebiya. A shadow of a smile crosses his features, and is wiped away before he turns to offer Amar a half-stick of beef jerky. Then the boy turns to the would-be thief and presses a tiny packet of fruit snacks into the palm of her hand. Mercutio watches his little brother's actions silently. A trace of worry is clear in his eyes: Those were the last of what little food they had. They would have to steal a few more things if they were to survive after this. Rigel is clearly willing to welcome Slate into their group, Mercutio is still not quite sure. Perhaps they should allow her temporary membership to their network, reserve judgement for a bit later. There was no harm in that. Every one of the older kids, including Mercutio himself, would probably kill her if she tried to betray them. Amar? Alex? I suggest we meet over there to discuss her fate. At the word "there" he gestures toward the corner. Rigel will watch her, make sure she doesn't try anything stupid. Wont'cha, bro? Rigel nods, drawing his switchblade from his pocket but keeping it closed. Shall we? Hercutio takes a few steps toward the corner, waiting for the others. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date 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