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Date Posted: 12:12:27 05/17/02 Fri
Author: Skyler
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 12.150.138.148
Subject: A pain I never knew existed (West)
In reply to: Skyler 's message, "Just a seconds worth of how my story's ending" on 09:52:33 05/16/02 Thu


Red silk clad fatale slips silently outta the umbrage corner that had suddenly become full of human occupants, digits wrapping around bourbon bottle digit sinking into empty shot glass, heeled shod pedates carry striking deity slowly thru the horde ignoring the looks she received. Smoldering emberlites peer thru the tenebrous in search of a new retreat to delve into...a slight frown tugs at corner of labria spying the intriguing mascu, pedates commence mobilization in his direction before faltering......Ah wait a minute, big no tresspassing sign posted on his forehead simper arises at the thought. Crania inclines in silent acknowledgement of his presence ‘fore red dress garbed form digresses in opposite direction having spied seclusion elsewhere. Form slips quietly into tenebrous corner delightfully devoid of other occupants, frowning gently that was the problem with wearing the brazen red, you couldn’t coalesce into the umbrage. Rogue fatale slips softly into stool once more, one silk enclad limb crosses dwelling pon the other, a soft sigh issued forth, setting bottle and glass on the smooth polished surface of the table, french manicured tip traces the rim ready to nurse her hurt ego. Digits elevate to tresses pulling down the coifure allowing ebonite tendrils to drop to shoulders in soft layers

[*smirk* i'm harrassing you again! *geeglz*

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