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Date Posted: 03:38:21 05/01/02 Wed
Author: Skyler
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 12.150.138.23
Subject: Feels like I'm falling
In reply to: West 's message, ": placid :" on 02:42:29 05/01/02 Wed


☼ Having regressed into mentality no longer paying attention to the pulsating horde, feminique sits tranquilly in ‘secluded’ realm that is quickly shattered by the rogue modulations that ingress into psyche, not that of sibling as was expected. Jumping in half fright, small posterior slips from precarious perch on edge of chair, “Shit!” Reactions quick, guitar is lifted away from feminique protecting the beloved instrument from collision with the floor, slender form plummeting to the topography with a loud “umph” as impact is made, small hands move under feminique cupping the offended member eyes scruntched, the almost inaudible wail,“Oh my ass.” Crania snaps upwards, glaring at brute that intruded into her isolation. Setting the guitar down after a quick inspection to assure herself the instrument suffered no damage, much less could be said for her rump, Slowly rising to her feet brushing posterior and limbs off, embers flare dangerously, before quickly diminishing."Well, you're not my twin, that's a first." Righting herself once more, smoldering jewels flicker with recognition, frown puckering labria before placid features hide all emotions, knowing no reason why he’d seek her presence out, vocalizations pick up, “And what brings the lordly West Mooreland seeking out the lowly Skyler Sutton?” Under better scrutiny, black tee hugs streamline chassis in a purely sinful way flowing smoothly over sensuous curves, leaving much to the imagination but giving a sinful idea of what lied beneath. Sable tresses falling disarrayed about crania, falling in waves of different lengths to shoulders. Smoldering amber oracles that threaten to steal one’s soul, veiled behind erratically kempt bangs, adding to the air of mystery. Vocalization dances forth once more, “Sorry about snapping, you caught me off guard and spaced out.” She states, eyeing him once more. ☼


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