She didn;t hear him call for her- the bathroom door was closed and she was far to preoccupied with what she was holding in her hand, counting down silently in her head, even though she had her running stop watch with her which was set for the 3 minutes she had to wait. There was a lot riding of the colour on this little stick... her future- the love of a man she'd just allowed herself to fall for, her career... it was all so much. -- Tyra's Apartment

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Date Posted: 03:26:58 10/18/06 Wed
Author: Tyra
Subject: She didn;t hear him call for her- the bathroom door was closed and she was far to preoccupied with what she was holding in her hand, counting down silently in her head, even though she had her running stop watch with her which was set for the 3 minutes she had to wait. There was a lot riding of the colour on this little stick... her future- the love of a man she'd just allowed herself to fall for, her career... it was all so much.
In reply to: Tyra 's message, "Will you defeat them? Your deamons and all the none believers, the plans that they have made." on 03:08:11 10/18/06 Wed

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His legs felt heavy as he moved along th hallway, he guessed all the alcohol hed consumed last night at moved to his legs by the morning and added up to a few litres"Tyra?" He'd heard movement in the bathroom so he moved in that direction, his hand moving to open the door, his voice raspy and his head stuffy, he could think of nothing he wanted to do more than go back to bed, but he had to check on her first. "Ty are you okay?" (NT) -- Milo, 03:30:54 10/18/06 Wed