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Date Posted: 06/20/09 12:27:24pm
In reply to: Ashena 's message, "But Are You Dangerous" on 06/20/09 10:36:00am

~*~ ..:Second Sonata of Memory Lane:.. ~*~

He wasn't always wanted. Now, for instance, Ashena would have hate to have seen him. Then again...Ashena always hated seeing him. He was the bane of her existence. The dominance of her stubborn nature. Unlike blondie, however, this one wasn't kind. It was in his nature to deceive and the man was sooo in touch with his nature.

The man licked his lips greedily after another sip from his beer. He sat, hunched over, on a bar stool not far off, setting down the half empty bottle of liquor. He could do this all day, after all, he always seemed to be sitting here. What, with the dispersion and disappearance of his gang. Only a couple remained but the wanted were absent. They'll be back, he told himself in a silent murmur. ,as you know...they always come back.

The man stuck his hands in the pockets of a large, gray sweater he had borrowed from a friend. The hood was up and the baggy excess of material hid his face and his form, making him hard to identify. Only Ashena could guess. To the rest of this joint he was a missing person...and no one could care less.

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Subject Author Date

.:. Really? where?! .:. Zeth 06/20/09 3:17:06pm

And I Know Where He Hides -- Ashena, 06/20/09 6:24:23pm

And I Know Where He Hides (This one) -- Ashena, 06/20/09 6:31:45pm

.:.Where? in my closet???.:. -- Zeth, 06/20/09 9:06:15pm

Or in My Heart? -- Ashena, 06/20/09 9:34:30pm

$I wouldn't do that if I were you$ -- Alicia Baslazari, 06/21/09 12:50:47am
..:Second Sonata of Memory Lane:.. -- Rues - - Just your Local English Cowboy, 06/21/09 1:14:41am

.:. Drink to the face, bro.:. -- Zeth, 06/21/09 6:42:25pm

Is This The End? -- Ashena, 06/21/09 7:31:32pm

..:Martini's and Unwanted Lullabies:.. -- Rues, 06/23/09 11:10:07am

:..ick cowboys and their music.:. -- Zeth, 06/23/09 3:59:21pm

Re: :..ick cowboys and their music.:. -- Ashena, 06/23/09 4:26:52pm

An Angel In Waiting -- Angelina Uris, 06/23/09 9:50:40pm
..: The Beautiful Difference Between You and Me :.. -- Rues, 06/23/09 10:42:42pm

.:. That I'm more attractive? Why Rues! Thank you! .:. -- Zeth, 06/26/09 7:43:58am

And The Fight Begins -- Ashena, 06/26/09 8:45:13pm

(ooc) -- zeth, 06/26/09 9:50:02pm

OOC -- Rues, 06/27/09 1:10:41am