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Date Posted: 23:31:46 01/31/06 Tue
Author: Kyrian
Subject: (He would have been fine had she not turned her eyes on him. It was the betrayed expression in them that had him back up a step and bring his hand up through his hair - the typical move he made when he was upset about something. The truth of it was, he'd only been able to perform with the blonde by closing his eyes to see her face, remembering the last night they had spent together. Now that her eyes were looking into his again he thought he might die if he didn't have her again, but he knew somewhere deep down he had blown it.) Yeah, well, one of us has to. (He muttered, ignoring the hotels rules and digging into his pocket, then growling when he realized his cell phone, room key and cigarettes were all safely locked into his hotel room. He looked down the hall, and saw the shut door and rolled his eyes.. some payback.)
In reply to: Kyrian 's message, "
Blame it on what you've been through
Blame it on what you're into
Blame it on your religions
Blame it on politicians

Look what a mess we've made of love
Look what a mess we've made
We've got ourselves to blame
Look what a bomb we've made of love..

We are the fuse and ammunition..
" on 21:53:16 01/31/06 Tue


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  • She let out a soft breath, shaking her head at him for a second before she turned, apperantly the elevator was stuck. She groaned, running a hand through her hair before she turned to face him. "Yeah well.." She let out a soft breath, shaking her head a little before scoffed, her voice incredulous. "God, I don't even know what to say to you." She murmured, shifting to make sure she had the key. "Guess I am taking the stairs..." She wanted to walk away from him, she really did. She didn't know what to say with him, she had seen him inside another woman for the love of god and yet she felt like she was stuck there when really, all she should really be doing was slapping him and stomping off in an indignant cloud of woman scorned. (NT) -- Haylie, 23:37:35 01/31/06 Tue
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