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Subject: when they go rotten.

Author: tarot

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:17:59 07/19/09 Sun In reply to: Zeth 's message, ".:.how can bananas be scary?.:." on 16:28:23 07/19/09 Sun Tarot shivered unwillingly, drawing her coat closer around her shoulders. Suddenly, her crimson hair seemed brighter, her skin having faded to a shocking paper-white. That was an awkward question to answer without giving him a rundown of her history. I, um, was going to visit a relative of mine. She fidgeted with her jewelery. Gawd, this was embarassing. My elder brother caught wind of me and found out I was going to Dublin... andIdon'twanttogetintroublebecausedaddysstillmad atme. Her words blurred together, barely understandable. He was still angry and dealing with Daddy when he was angry was never a good thing. If he was worrying enough, he'd be nice. By my race's standards, at fifty-two I'm still considered a child. She wrinkled her nose, hiding a yawn behind her palm. I guess, compared to Daddy, I'm about... six. She felt her face flushing with the words. That was always embarrassing. She stretched her legs out before her. His questions wasn't a difficult one, but she did feel a little... wary. But if he knew, he wouldn't ever make a pass at her life. Daddy's a fairy lord. He mediates, between the, uh, dark and light courts. Mum was human when she had me, but I was born as a fairy so I guess I'm kind of half-half, but not really. That was a horrible explanation; too long winded. But, hopefully, it would serve. Then, a couple years back I was dating a vampire who, um, tried to kill me. It didn't work. And that was what Daddy was mad about. That and the fact she'd run away in the first place. He'd be so pissed to know she was here, with another vampire. You're a vampire. She murmured. That much is obvious. Tarot sighed, heavily. She missed her friends from London. stock credit tarot.deuce [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject	Author	Date
where the hobo lies	hobo sam	19:19:27 07/20/09 Mon
.:.But when they start to decay they're perfect for banana bread!.:. -- Zeth, 12:33:21 07/21/09 Tue do you share, though? -- tarot, 12:50:09 07/21/09 Tue .:.I actually had a banana for breakfast and now my tummy hurts .:. -- Zeth, 05:03:34 07/22/09 Wed I never was fond of them, myself -- tarot, 12:32:19 07/22/09 Wed .:.Yeah, well. Peanut butter makes them better.:. -- Zeth, 17:20:41 07/22/09 Wed that's disgusting -- tarot, 18:05:48 07/22/09 Wed bananas for the hobo? -- hobo sam, 23:08:30 07/22/09 Wed Uh. Sure? -- Zeth, 04:37:50 07/23/09 Thu yay! *noms banana* -- hobo sam, 11:32:02 07/23/09 Thu