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Subject: can be stepped on and smashed.

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font color="darkred" face="verdana" size="1">tarot

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Date Posted: 08:28:51 08/15/09 Sat
In reply to: Ashena 's message, "Fragile Strength" on 08:57:29 08/14/09 Fri

[[no firefox; sorry for the spelling]]

Today was not to Tarot's liking. Today was the kind of day that deserved to be kicked in the balls, soaked in kenrose and then thrown into a furnace before being turned into ash and fed to small dogs. Preferably small, irritating dogs, just to add insult to injury. Without second thought, Tarot vaulted over the subway's railing and down the stairwell, seeking refuge in the labyrinthal twists and turns of the metro station's inner workings. The shade and stillness of the subteranean netherwold provided welcome relief from the day's opressive humidity. She let out a relieved sigh, slumping against one of the rounded, brick-layed walls. Her crimson hair rose and fell with the slight movements of her chest, essential to breath and life. This place was starting to get on her nerves.

The whole buisness with Zeth and company (oi, get a room) was really, in all honesty, sickening. Her brand of people were not, as a rule, ever, ever adorable. Ridiculous, yes. Prone to doing idiotic things, yes. But nothing cuddly. Cuddly wasn't in her dictionary. Well... it was. But in spanish and cross-referenced with stupid. Or, well, you know- things that got you killed a few years back. Tarot ran her thumb over the cool surfaces of the gold rings adorning her slim fingers, her racing mind calming enough to allow her to take in her surroundings. It was the same subway she had visited before, with the same advertisements and the same mildewed subway stench.

More populated, though. Tarot raised an eyebrow. She had company, it would appear. Sparkly company. Shiny.

Lost, pretty girl?

There were so many pretty things around here. It was going to turn her into a raving scoiopath (like her Uncle) one day. Hopefully after she was done enjoying it all, though. Beauty was a weakness.

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Subject	Author	Date
into a million little pieces	Ashena	19:50:36 08/17/09 Mon
superglue and a new pair of shoes can fix that -- tarot, 20:52:42 08/17/09 Mon Not always darling -- Ashena, 20:50:42 08/18/09 Tue I can still try -- tarot, 09:11:19 08/19/09 Wed Trying never hurts -- Ashena, 12:08:57 08/19/09 Wed unless you're trying to get hurt -- tarot, 13:58:01 08/19/09 Wed which I'm not -- Ashena, 05:55:39 08/21/09 Fri never'll be much of an immortal then, hmm? -- tarot, 21:28:57 08/21/09 Fri Well I would like to be able to become immortal before i try hurting myself -- Ashena, 13:59:41 08/22/09 Sat emotional heartbreak for the next hundred years, darling. -- tarot, 20:39:51 08/23/09 Sun