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Subject: .. Midnight ..

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Dorjan

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Date Posted: 21:21:33 09/18/06 Mon
In reply to: Phoenix 's message, "*Devil's Reject*" on 22:11:47 09/16/06 Sat

(( lol! It's perfectly alright, I'm bogged by things at the moment anyways. But it's still great to come back and be like 'I wanna RP' and viola! there's a post. XP *shouldn't be up this late... does things to the mind* ))

Dorjan's smirk spread across his face, deepening into the corners of his mouth and stretching his lips back to further reveal his fangs. Oh, what fun this was going to continue to be. He continued to press in on Pheonix's space if the other didn't continue to dodge and duck around his forward motions. The vampire chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "It's not something that the average vampire even knows. Let's just simply say that I'm probably older than anyone you've ever met before." His toothy smile was brilliant in the moonlight, and to one who could be enamored by the morbidity of the situation (or perhaps the dark, gothic, romanticism), would find him to be, perhaps, the epitome of the gothic hero. Only without the hero part.

He reached a pale hand out toward Pheonix, making a move to grasp him by the chin to keep his eyes on him this time. If the other moved, then he would simply let the hand drop and continue pressing forward. "It's so easy to confuse those with simple minds." If he wasn't talking down to the man, then he couldn't be praising him.

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