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Date Posted: 11:56:17 03/09/06 Thu
Author: Kyrian
Subject: (He let out a soft and slow breath against her neck, feeling immensely embarassed about his situation and not really knowing what to do about it. How could you explain something to someone when you didn't understand it youself? It was just torturing him to be so close to her right then, so he stepped back with a soft sigh and turned, pacing away from her a few steps and running a hand back through his hair.) We need to get in touch with our superiors and get the evidence from Shay's apartment. (He said, his voice muffled by his hand before he shoved both of them into the pockets of the dark grey slacks he was wearing.) We need to find her before Remy gets home.. I don't want to even imagine what he'll be like.
In reply to: Kyrian 's message, "
Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you
"
on 22:38:58 03/08/06 Wed


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  • "Right..." She murmured softly, obvious confusion and hurt written on her face as she turned to run a brush through her hair once more before she slipped her gun into her waist band, her ID, a credit card and some cash into pocket and then she was good to go. "Well lets go then." She was getting aggravated, not about to throw her heart out on the line there when he was giving her nothing in return. An attitude that he was well acquainted with - the ice queen attitude - was making her shoulders straighten and her head tip up, her walk purposeful as she picked up her cell phone and clipped to her pocket before heading out the door, not bothering to wait for him as she headed towards the lobby to see who else was there. (NT) -- Haylie, 19:55:14 03/09/06 Thu

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