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Date Posted: 11:54:38 09/15/01 Sat
Author: ..Shaka/Shayne....Naamah..
Author Host/IP: proxy.sjc.netsetter.com / 216.34.56.12
Subject: ..Search..

..Swarthy virile slowly advances into domicile, oculs, male's idiosyncracy, sweep inhabetents with unreadable emotion. Rather small duffle is slung over broad sholder, the lumpy mass within parcil only thing mascu owns. Books and clothes...nothing more. Tan dermis gives mascu a look of glowing health. Ebon tendrils stand errect upon brujo's crown, and light stuble errupts from masu's firm, clefted chin. Muscular figure is clothed in a black silken shirt, top three buttons left undone, reveling sculpted top of pectoral. Strong legs are hidden behind loose fitting slacks, also black. Form is propelled up the stairs, oculs searching for a vancent room. When this is acheved, male exits blank room, his foot falls stoping at the head of the stairs. Voice is soft and lutting, prehaps comforting..

"Come...you need to find a room."

..Small femme enters behind mascu at slow, considering pace. Lithe, spry figure 'floats' across floor, bare feet making narry a sound. Long, jettison black tendrils cascade down from bruja's noble crown, duo of slim locks framing creature's pale pate. Swirling pools of crimson lock onto every 'target' within sight, 'reading' them as one does the morning paper. Talish figure, though seeming dawrfed by mascu's presence, is sleek and slim, a frame some might dubb 'perfect'. Of course, this is not the case, vixen believed, or else she would have had lived a better life...Female carries no packages that with-hold any posessions, that has fallen upon brother's sholders. Body is concealed, though not modistly, by black tank top and form-fitting jeans. At urge from sibling, fem climbs the staires, peering into any open doors or unused rooms. Female comes to an empty room, next to the vacent 'cave' male had chosen, and slowly progresses in. Female colects belongings, then moves her sparce holders of memory to her new home..

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^.the.museing.begins.^ -- ^.Naaid.^, 12:12:30 09/15/01 Sat