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Date Posted: 16:06:55 06/04/03 Wed
Author: Zeth
Subject: .:.Dont Mess With Me.:.
In reply to: India + Deamon 's message, "Screams" on 11:16:50 06/04/03 Wed

.:.Pulling the gun from it�s holster, his rough pull of the female halted as he drew his hand away from her to grasp his Glock. If Rhosyn wasn�t quick on her feet she�d go sprawling to the floor. A waiting bullet was loaded for the cell phone addicted. �Trying to be a hero, kid? Well, I�ll make you a deal. You in place of this poor female. Sounds fair. If you want to be worth something, trade places with her.� He made a motion to the woman upon the floor. �Come on- save her life.�.:.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ::Fall Down Go Boom:: -- Rhosyn, 16:14:06 06/04/03 Wed

*distracted for a moment by the female, she cursed landing on the floor. Sprawled out on the floor, she grumbled something about rotten luck.* Please don't hurt me! *at first, she had thought it was a joke. Oops. Guess not.* I'll do anything... Just let me go.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .:.Here.:. -- Zeth, 16:42:03 06/04/03 Wed

.:.Sick and twisted laugh resonated from his chest, as he directed his gun to the pleading female. His eyes were still locked on the Dial Down The Center female. �You heard her. She needs your help and you can help by trading places with her.� .:.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> ::I Sold My Silence For A Song:: -- Rhosyn, 17:05:33 06/04/03 Wed

*figure shaking like a leaf, she whimpered* Please don't hurt me! Let me go, please! *tears staining her pale cheeks, she begged and pleaded for him to let her go* I won't tell anyone. I swear I won't.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .. pit | i | ful .. -- .. me | ow .., 19:22:07 06/04/03 Wed

Mewling, they take flight and crookedly find their way onto Rhosyn's shoulder, setting up a yowling, creaky chorus... painfully near her ear, too.

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.:.Sick and twisted laugh resonated from his chest, as he directed his gun to the pleading female. His eyes were still locked on the Dial Down The Center female. �You heard her. She needs your help and you can help by trading places with her.� .:.