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Date Posted: 18:33:51 05/09/02 Thu
Author: Julian Emberson
Subject: when the music stops, there is no fun.
In reply to: haley 's message, "just a tiny annotaton" on 18:18:04 05/09/02 Thu

"You might as well crucify me, Terris," He said coldly, hands clutching loosely at his dolce-painted hips. Fingers tapped as he watched the three of them, no awful response preparing to be released. As he regarded them as good people, he wouldn't say a word of harm. His face, though, dropped to an ungodly frown at his fun being ruined. "Hasn't everybody learned that by now, I just don't stop?" He sighed in detest, rolling his eyes and dropping his arms. He stalked to the door, a bitter smile gracing his lips, the upper pinning the bottom down. "But there. It's all done and bandaged. The next time either of you decide to be unbiased, please warn me. Because then, I can tell myself it's human nature before thinking nasty thoughts about either of you." And off Julian went, irony in the fleeting footsteps. Well, whatever. Fuck them. He shrugged aloofly and trodded over to his favorite place.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Re: ...I Refuse To Let You Stop My Music... -- Celeste Riceburg, 19:02:37 05/09/02 Thu

...Celeste looked at Julian. Julian mad. "Did I miss something?" she asked Sean. "What could she have possibly done to make Julian lose his cool? What's going on with him? He's just been...weird. First he yells at me, and now he goes ona mad fit of rage when I was under the impression that you and I-" she began looking at Sean, clear she had ignored Carmela, "Were his friends"...


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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> -- , 20:43:52 05/09/02 Thu

he provides the inkling that the brutal words of julian do not trouble him and he shrugs indolently at Celeste. “we stood up to him, i suppose…that’s what happens when you stand up to the rest of humanity…you always get shot down. g’bye, Celeste.” he saunters away, as though surviving in a delusion, his face still washed spotless of feeling and his eyes now only announcing a self-irritation. ah, yes…that was smart of you, Sean. made a scene…wonderful job. bravo…you really should have just left her to her own devices…she can handle. emotionally shrugging off the sentiment he recoils to the security of his dorm…not chiefly feeling social.


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