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Subject: Lips of An Angel


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Angelina Uris
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Date Posted: 04/ 1/10 3:03:18am
In reply to: James 's message, "..::Better As A Memory::.." on 03/31/10 3:06:51pm



She was cleaning, something she seemed to always do lately, and nothing else. The staff came and went and she was fast beginning to see the joint that she called home and livelihood as a swing door. Brunette bangs were blown out of her face as some elbow grease was put into removing the last of the watermarks from the counter she’d been scrubbing. Tossing the sponge in the sink and washing her hands Angelina wondered what had happened with everyone she knew. The old crew or even the new ones, even her regulars hadn’t been showing up lately.

She could see this thought train was going to get her no where but miserable and so with some effort she moved to tackle the next line of business, bills. Flicking on the desk lamp in her office Angelina grabbed the glass of water nearby and took a sip. Throat irritation erased she grabbed paper and pencil and began to tally up the dwindling profits and debts her business had inquired over the past couple months.

She’d been at the task for maybe an hour when a bark caught her attention, followed soon after by some growls. She knew because the tiny window within the room was open and she could hear the sounds as they echoed off the concrete jungle and into her tiny cubicle. ”What the hell…” Standing to go take a look Angelina moved towards the front of the club and pushed open the door only to see a horrible sight unfolding before her.

Some man, she was unsure if he was drunk or not, was holding a pipe and looking as if he intended to beat the snarling dog at his feet with it. Unknowing what had caused this incident, but uncaring, Angelina gave a yell as she moved forward at a hurried pace towards them. ”Hey! What the heck do you think you’re doing?” Hazel gaze glaring at the man who was most likely a foot taller than herself, as she tore into him verbally again. ”Dog or not, doesn’t mean you have the right to beat him.” She was up to them now, at an angle and making a lopsided triangle of the three. She wasn’t sure what to expect next.



~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~

Angelina Uris

An Angel In Waiting

Club Alien Owner

~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~

Waiting on an angel.

One to carry me home.

Hope you come to see me soon,

cause I don't want to go alone,

I don't want to go alone.




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