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Subject: and obviously not mine.


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Discord
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Date Posted: 21:04:43 11/21/04 Sun
In reply to: valda 's message, "religion is an occupation...." on 20:51:13 11/20/04 Sat
 Was that a smile that crept out of his lips upon seeing her shiver? Was it pity? Was it laughter? She was always one to forget things. He was quite snug inside his leather jacket and boots. His silver eyes watched her hungrily, wanting to go to her, wanting to touch her. But he restrained, remembering that she wasn't even supposed to be here. Once more his hands tightened in fists inside his pockts. A gentle shake of his head made his hair settle mostly away from his face, though strands strayed infront, hiding the few pale scars on his unshaven tan features. His light eyes once again roamed around, and he started when she moved forward again. With an oath he realized she was moving into the actual chapel. No where to hide in there. Dammit. No way would he wait for her return - knowing her, she'd get herself into trouble and there's wouldn't be a return. Too bad there wasn't a priest around. Nobody would touch her infront of a preist. Muttering another oath, he slipped in behind her, watching her back as he gently settled into the very last pew, slouching down and letting his lashes flutter almost shut as if he were sleeping. But dear God he wasn't. He was tense and ready, watching and waiting. Oh, always waiting...


ooc-gosh, he sounds like a rapist...
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and, of course, not mine eithervalda13:24:29 11/22/04 Mon

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