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Date Posted: 16:13:30 04/15/02 Mon
Author: || Jozef
Author Host/IP: spider-mtc-tf074.proxy.aol.com / 64.12.103.54
Subject: || Diverse
In reply to: Pelagia 's message, "Grecian innocence.....temptingly sweet" on 13:49:59 04/15/02 Mon


|| azure optics peer out from underneath their barrricade of silk-thin platinum locks. hands find refuge within baggy pockets as lanky yet filled in physique shifts to nod greetings to the two ladies in the vicinity. noting on the other's apparent accent; whatever coyness that was held before simmer a bit. Hello. I am Jozef. Jozef Greconvski. And you are? a palm emerges from the depths of a pocket- it's spidery lengths extended to engage in a handshake. these Americans seem fond of that type of greeting. his thoughts questioned if she was an American. eyes tease sockets in a decision to further sights. gaze sifts the girl through his mind; glancing over at the other who had hidden strategically in the shadows. his words were not fluent, but highly accented as if he were merely guessing at what to say. computerized one might comment. different he was indeed- you couldn't read his thoughts in his tone and movement. he kept them locked up in his eyes. they always said eyes were the window to ones soul. his face was forever occupied by an inborn expression of loyalty- fairly common among the youths of his race. it was rather intriguing; though he never smiled upon his own face. only that of others.


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