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Subject: never'll be much of an immortal then, hmm?


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Date Posted: 21:28:57 08/21/09 Fri
In reply to: Ashena 's message, "which I'm not" on 05:55:39 08/21/09 Fri









Tarot felt her face pinch up, her fangs making their yearly appearance. It wasn't often she felt this strongly about anything but- hell- right now was a good of time as any to feel perturbed. You're on your own, girlie. That kid's a maniac and probably just wants to get you alone so he can do bad things and then eat you. Oh, and your soul. With hot sauce and rice.

Tarot fidgeted with the rings on her fingers, the gold and gems soothing her with their standard patterns and uniform, soft feel. Bad vibe, bad aura or bad karma- whatever you wanted to call it, that kid had it. In neon lights. And the name of the cesspit of filth he probably hid in didn't fare any better. There was no way in hell she would get within a mile of the place.

Ask the wife. If you find the man, remind him I owe him a favor. Tarot started off down the subway tunnel, balancing precariously along the drop-off above the tracks. From deep inside her coat, the pendant stirred. She smacked it. You're not getting out, mister.








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Well I would like to be able to become immortal before i try hurting myselfAshena13:59:41 08/22/09 Sat

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