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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> .:: You Didn't Have To Ask ::. -- Angelique Kyra, 20:10:38 05/17/02 Fri

.:: Angelique smirked, "Well your first suggestion would leave the guys giving you shameless yet stupid praise, begging to know who, mass suicide amongst our girls, and on top of that...they'd all tease you anyway." she smiled, she could think things through very well, almost as if she could see the future. "But if you told them any such thing about you and I, not only would I laugh in your face, but I'm sure everyone else would too. Angelique is little miss stay-away-or-die-a-horrible-slow-tormenting-death-in-which-you-will-endure-much-pain. See what the stereotypes do around here? I haven't tried to kill have I, and here we are.." she looked around, "Alone." she said. "But I've not done it, but that is what this school is like, 'don't trust the hyphenated ones'" she laughed. "You might just say you were off talking to mommy and daddy dearest about having a Summer party, one they refused to let you have because all your friends are so bloody destructive when drunk..." she smirked ::.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> scream...it's the only way to keep me happy... -- sean terris, 22:39:42 05/18/02 Sat

A malicious leer warps his lips at the consideration of his parents refusing him something and he guffaws quietly. “Ah…but anyone that knows me at all knows that my parents are mindless druids who worship the ground I walk on. When I say jump, they ask how high.” He remarks, his voice not instructive of any arrogance, rather a chilly disgust for their servant-like stance. He smiles immaturely at her, waggling his eyebrows indicatively. “Aww…well, maybe I want to be laughed at. I’m not being mean to you…I don’t think that you’re scary.” He inserts as though it’s something to be satisfied of. “I’m not scared of anyone.” He says pensively, chortling in a babyish method, eyes glimmering with his boyish wit.

(lol, i'm in a strange mood...don't mind the subject or Sean's distorted nature. x.x he's not usually this strange.)

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .:: But don't you get it? No one can hear you ::. -- Angelique Kyra, 06:21:10 05/19/02 Sun

.:: Angelique gave Sean and interested look, he had his parents under his thumb. Impressive. Angelique had the sort of parents that saw light in everything she did. Revolting. As he told her that her suggestion would not work she raised her eyebrows, "You're screwed then." she smiled. "I'm glad you don't think I'm scary, but everyone has fear. Everyone wants fear. After all these years why do little muggle children still get on roll-a-coasters? Fear is instilled in everything, but it's good to have courage. Yet, courage is not the absence of fear...but the bravery to face it." Anelique informed, she could becoem rather philsophical at times. "And if you want to be laughed, at fine, it's not doing me any harm. I don't give a damn about my reputation." She smirked.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> are you saying nobody loves me? -- sean terris, 20:56:43 05/31/02 Fri

He scrutinizes her with immature enjoyment and leers at her. “Whoa…don’t get little miss physiologist on me now!” He utters in an insistent pitch, beaming. However, the smile lightens as he commences ridiculing dread. “Physiologists are strange.” He announces with a joyful smile, the panic dissolving almost as soon as it appeared. “My reputation is hardly at risk…just as long as I keep on playing Quidditch.” He asserts with a fairly excessively convinced smile. (sorry it took me sooo long to reply…sean was getting on my nerves…but I should be able to play him again. *hides face*)

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .:: I'm saying you've got to scream a little bit louder ::. -- Angelique Kyra, 10:25:46 06/02/02 Sun

.:: "I don't think they're all that strange, brilliant really. Of course some of us just have such mysterious minds we are not to be figured out. You, however..." she began pointedly, "are perfectly predictable." she finished giving him a wink. Running her fingers through her long brown hair, Angelique listened to the rest of the conversation and only shook her head, "It doesn't get boring, though?" she questioned suddenly interested. "Dealing with the same brainless dolls, messing around with the same immature goons? I suppose some of you are very smart, I just never got the whole 'inner circle' thing, doesn't make sense." she said, of course the only thing they all had in common was obvious, they were all extremely social. Extremely. Angelique most certainly wasn't, mainly because she never took the time to get close enough to anyone to actually want to talk to them. The only thing was she was still standing there with Sean, talking to him, and she wasn't annoyed about it. ::.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> but i'm screaming with all i've got... -- sean terris, 22:35:49 06/03/02 Mon

Energetic juvenile beams at her without explanation, “it does sometimes get a bit boring, because they’re all predictable.” At this he interrupts his declaration, appearing upset. “I am not predictable!” He announces with a snuffle that portrays his hurt feelings. “I feel so…unloved.” He proclaims, sulking in her route, his illustration rather boyish and enlightening a nearly naïve, childlike division of him. He grins impishly at her and extends his hands in the direction of her locks to jerk humorously on the bronze curls, presenting to her a wicked smile. “I’m a naughty boy.” He notifies her with a satisfied voice, as if this is something to be pleased about.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> .:: Then I'll scream with you ::. -- Celeste Riecburg, 04:56:50 06/04/02 Tue

.:: Angelique studied Sean's face for a moment, 'he'll deny it in 5,4, 3,2-ah a second sooner than expected, got to give him props for that.' she thought to herself. "Really?" she said with false interest, "a naughty boy..." she rolled her eyes. "I hate to break it to you Sean, but as far as everyone beyond your circle is concerned, your a jock." she said, the realist in her shining through. Of course her warming but sly smile creeped up again, "But jocks have good muscles, always prefered them myself." she said, her signature wink yet again.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> OOC: sry -- Courtney, 06:03:06 06/04/02 Tue

OOC: sorry me and my sister both use this computer and she plays Celeste and I accidently put her name on there instead of Angelique because I just click the text area and all the chara names drop down and I just selcet one and Kelsey was bothering me when I was doing it, so sorry.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> dont do that...i already have a headache. -- sean terris, 13:59:29 06/06/02 Thu

Simulates a glower at her remarks and then his expression descends underneath a frontage of a pout. “Meanie.” He announces, snuffling severely and scoffing his foot against the flooring meditatively. His appetite snarls impatiently and he grins repentantly at her. “I think that I should go and get some food.” He mentions, one hand relaxing on his smooth stomach. “I’m famished.” He proclaims and eliminates himself from the wall. “Course I’m a jock! What’d you expect me to be?” He inquires as he swiftly travels in the direction of the Gatherplace, the only fixation on his mind is receiving a sandwich or a cheeseburger…yum.

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