Re: <font color=silver font size=1 font face=verdana>well, you're the grand wild, have you noticed?</font></font> -- Sports Complex

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Date Posted: 12:05:44 06/10/02 Mon
Author: Julian Emberson
Subject: Re: well, you're the grand wild, have you noticed?
In reply to: Scott Hartam 's message, "It's A Mistake You Don't Want To Make" on 06:14:44 06/10/02 Mon

Julian chuckled quietly to himself, lifting the rapier up to Celeste�s hair with deft speed, flicking it over her shoulder, about to respond until the other had well made his presence known. Olive blinked with sloth to the other; he was unable to place a name though it should have been so easy. The flat of the blade rested safely upon Celeste�s shoulder, no grip lost.

�It�s only hard when I make it hard,� He smirked, turning his attention back to Celeste. �It used to take a lot out of me, but now it�s nothing new. I love doing it. No big fucking deal unless you�ve got someone worthy to play.� He was about to burst into gales upon gales of laughter at the things he said.

�Well, doll, I better be going,� He couldn�t help the snickers escape. �I gotta rendezvous with Riddle and I can�t miss it.� His hand went over his mouth for a moment, coughing, knowing it wasn't really like that -that he was just meeting about his damned play that he was writing. He was going to be late, too. He walked over to his duffel and zipped it up, sliding the black handle over his bared shoulder. His fingers pushed his hair back, all aired out and soft. �Later,� He cheerily said to the other, leaving without uttering a name (cause, well, he didn�t know).

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[> [> [> [> [> [> Who invited you? -- Celeste Reicburg, 10:49:53 06/11/02 Tue

The moment was soon crushed by the obvious presence of her ex standing there, throwing around what must of been his best friend, the soccer ball. Rolling her eyes at him, totally ignoring his existence, mainly because she didn't want anything more to do with him, she turned back to Julian.

She felt her hair flip over her shoulder, and the cold of the blade through the thin cloth of her shirt. Julian was making his departure, she wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that Scott had just interrupted her moment. HER MOMENT. God knows she was enjoying being alone with Julian, but, well it seemed that was up. Three was a crowd, apparently Julian was about to make it two again, and found something very funny.

Putting a hand on her hair, then to her face, making sure he wasn't laughing at her, she watched him retreat, "Bye!" she called after him, waving.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Bitter, aren't we? -- Scott Hartam, 10:53:58 06/11/02 Tue

Raising one eyebrow as Julian participated in wat scott considered shameless but insincere flirting with his ex, he got a little bit jealous, and was very happy to see him leave. So happy he A. did not bother to say bye and B. didn't give a name.

As he stared into Celeste's eyes, the glow that had been there as she looked at Julian with admiration was gone. He remembered how she use to look at him that way, but he had to mess it up. He had to go off and play games behind her back. He did this to himself.

Now it was time to change things, however slight it might be. "Are you going to cry now that lover boy is gone?" he asked, kicking the soccer ball against the wall.

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