<font color=990000>The honey hued skinned social butterfly glanced up from her magasine easily as he wandered in, tipping her pretty face as her large soft brown eyes flickered over him. She had never seen him before, and since she spent the majority of her time here, that was rather unusual. The youngest daughter of the much appraised Banks family was usually found here when her parents were away on business, and now she was getting older, that was becoming more and more the typical situation. Her lightened hair was set in ringlets, drawn up from her young face, faded designer jeans hugged her inticingly curvy fom, a simple cashmere sweater hugging her frame, dipped into a low V and edged from her shoulders delicately. She could not resist the temptation of a distraction from the loneliness and monotony of her socialite life, that right now, was far from social. "Hey there..."</font> -- RD Future: Caf� Brio

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Date Posted: Mon, Oct 25 2004, 4:15pm PDT
Author: Tara
Subject: The honey hued skinned social butterfly glanced up from her magasine easily as he wandered in, tipping her pretty face as her large soft brown eyes flickered over him. She had never seen him before, and since she spent the majority of her time here, that was rather unusual. The youngest daughter of the much appraised Banks family was usually found here when her parents were away on business, and now she was getting older, that was becoming more and more the typical situation. Her lightened hair was set in ringlets, drawn up from her young face, faded designer jeans hugged her inticingly curvy fom, a simple cashmere sweater hugging her frame, dipped into a low V and edged from her shoulders delicately. She could not resist the temptation of a distraction from the loneliness and monotony of her socialite life, that right now, was far from social. "Hey there..."
In reply to: Ethan McArthur 's message, "
Yes I've become a rock and roll clich�
Because I'm looking for revenge
" on Mon, Oct 25 2004, 3:58pm PDT

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For a boy who had been pampered and protected from the world his entire life, his gaze held a sharp edge - the first bit of evidence of the cool arrogance that had been figuratively beaten into him since his first day of school. His brows - subtley groomed - raised in silent inquisition at the girl's words, and he just stared at her for a long moment, then finally tipped his chin up a touch and answered shortly. He was anything but anti-social, but valued his time - not that he had anything better to be doing - and had unreasonnably high standards about who he spoke with, and where and what about - one had to earn his attention. "Hey." (NT) -- Ethan, Tue, Oct 26 2004, 2:21pm PDT

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