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Date Posted: 19:28:34 06/05/02 Wed
Author: Pandora Fallon
Subject: Therefore, I disagree with you.
In reply to: Griffon Todd 's message, "^For Once, I Agree With You^" on 12:41:33 06/02/02 Sun

The hermetic bette noire had been so very absorbed in her bizzare mind that her acumen had abjectly failed to recognize the now blatant exsistence of another human being. A wraith surrounded by an impervious shroud of sadness and despair, quite sudden in its despondently aired apparition, sparked a sharp change in temperature towards a more gelid, wintry climate. It had been dolorously flicking through the aged, copper stained pages of a sepia colored, leather bound book Pandora had presumed to be an ancient encyclopedia or incantation book; a work of a random mid-century genius with sapient talent. Her own bleak melancholy increased with the bitterly mournful old harrowed chum's disheartening, grievously dreary advent. The wringed, amethyst colored eyes, however, were as cold and passionlessly insensitive to empathy as ever as they raised spiritlessly to regard the other individual present (Griffon). She comported herself with mien of discretely vague, facile blandness towards him, for she had become encompassed in a nearly comatose state; unresponsive to the appearance of old Friendbird himself before her if such a precluded event of histrionic proportions was to curiously occur. She enchafedly shifted her rather delicate frame, disconcerted by the discomfort and lack of plushness that her corner proffered. The plum toned oculus cooly and arcanely canvassed the tranquil boy with cynicism apparent on her entire, breakable and diminutively sized body. Distrustful of him but not having the option to do much else but verbally address him out of her bleak ennui, she ruffedly spoke, her usually knife-through-butter voice exhibiting a rare crack as she began. Obviously unabashed by her the lack of serendipity and the jaggedly scabrous grudge karma had bestowed upon her sanguinely by the faltering of her velvety voice, and also not seeming too motivated to care, she perservered.

"Father always says not to speak if you can't improve the silence. I'm fairly confident I can, however." An afflicted pause occured as she seemed to racked her overwhelmed and barely sane brain for what he was christened at birth, although the savvy knew quite well who he was. "You are Griffon, correct?" Rhetorically inquired, of course, because to everyone's ill knowledge, she was familiar with every person in the entire school because she was a reclusive observer; one who stalked amongst the shadows and was not keenly taken heed of, although she rather should have been. "Pandora Fallon. You may or may not be pleased to meet my acquaintance." She shrugged her shoddily feebly constructed shoulders offhandedly, indifferent in the matter as she seemed to be in most everything else. She moved languishly to extriacate an uneven, blatantly apparent lump from beneath her downey soft, light violety magenta Versace silk trunk adornment, unchastely sliding the garment up a bit to access what she had aspired to. A small expanse of healthily bronzed flesh was unveiled briefly as she removed a sandy beige critter from atop her slim stomach, and afterward she completed the action by swiftly and somewhat apprehensively tugging her expensive shirt back over the very even barely exposed skin. Yes, she was always that neurotic about things, especially in front of strangers for she was vulnerable in their presences. The dark honey colored epidermis that had shown was only a few inches at most and yet she had fallen all over herself, so to speak. However tan she evidently was, the raccoon demeanor of her face, what with the almost onyx circles beneath her eyes, she may have not been as salubrious as one would assume. The rat (it was obvious what the lump was by now) of a pearly, moonlight like hue, inespected the girl's dainty hand, perhaps to query if she possessed even the scantest of savory hors d' oeuvre for him to consume. He was crestfallen in this aspect but was, nonetheless, content and full of blithe felicity with being cradled in the frail crook of her arm. Amused in the very slightest at her endeared pet's whimsical and esurient behavior, the behavior that reminded her of her own kind's. Sinners were called rats, but it was an unjust stereotype. "Rats make fabulous pets," she informed him with an impudent, impeccable drawl, smirking in abjurement to lucidity as she contemplated the pastel khaki rodent. Humans would be rats, and she abstained from them, as she willed herself in her autodidact ways to do such. Carry on a conversation with her on the topic of her for however long or however short, the outcome would always be the same: they never got closer to truly knowing her and never truly would.

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^Do You Give In To Yourself So Often?^ -- Griffon Todd, 19:04:29 06/07/02 Fri
- .:: I've been crawling in the dark ::. -- Stormy Thurman, 06:44:11 06/10/02 Mon