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Date Posted: 21:04:23 10/07/07 Sun
Author: Reese
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Braden 's message, "inside" on 00:39:52 10/06/07 Sat

(She watched him with a mixture of annoyance and boredom in her hazel eyes, her lips slightly pursed and her feet at shoulder width. She tipped her head slightly, and a few of her auburn curls slipped free of the clip that bound them and slid down to curl at her chin. She brought a hand out and hastily tucked them back, waiting patiently for him to finish his tirade. Experience with Braden told her that he would burn himself out, and all she had to do was wait for him to get his anger out.. but that didn't mean she was at all impressed with him at that moment. He had a way of treating her like one of his troops, as though she were to click her heels and salute in order to make him happy.. well, if that was what he wanted from her he was going to have to get over it real quick. She blinked a couple of times hwen he was done, her expression drying out a bit.) Are you done? (She asked, her voice level as she gazed at him. One brow was slightly raised as she eyed him, letting it be widely know that she was not going to do all doe eyed and suck up whenever he started his Colonol Nichols shit.) Of course I remember. (She said, mimicking his tone when he had said the same word before.) I was there, and I won't go there anymore. Now, if you're done yelling at me, can we go get some food? This place is a barren wasteland and I am starving. (She had a feeling he was pretty hungry himself, the man ate like an elephant and didn't gain an ounce. There wasn't much other than cereal and candy bars in the place as it was, and she was sort of itching for a tinkie or three. She eyed him, wondering if he was going to let go of his mood or jump on her again, though the thought of him jumping on her conjured other mental images as well.. not all of them displeasing.)

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inside -- Braden, 21:51:29 10/07/07 Sun
- Inside -- Reese, 22:15:01 10/07/07 Sun
  - inside -- Braden, 22:34:40 10/07/07 Sun
    - Inside -- Reese, 22:48:38 10/07/07 Sun
      - inside -- Braden, 21:20:43 10/11/07 Thu
        Inside -- Reese, 21:47:58 10/11/07 Thu
        inside -- Braden, 22:05:10 10/11/07 Thu
        Inside -- Reese, 22:16:55 10/11/07 Thu
        inside -- Braden, 22:19:10 10/13/07 Sat
        Inside -- Reese, 22:51:51 10/13/07 Sat
        inside -- Braden, 23:21:33 10/13/07 Sat
        Inside -- Reese, 23:33:30 10/13/07 Sat