Date Posted:15:59:30 03/15/02 Fri Author: Addison Subject: . . . venture . . . In reply to:
Angela
's message, "-x- c.o.l.g.a.t.e. -x-" on 15:48:10 03/15/02 Fri
. . . i wanna be the minority . . .
: masculine moves in silence, stepping momentarily back into what would now be his room. digits grasp the leather coat, tugging it from shoulders and tossing it onto the bed. swings the door slightly closed as he changes into old pajama pants and a metallica t-shirt, both dark green in hue. runs an idle palm through tussled, as suaul, brown locks, making the mess somewhat bigger, but no worse :
. . . i don't need your authority . . down with moral majority . . .
: hearing no sounds thus far from the adjoining bedrooms and hallways, male ponders briefly about the other housemates, as he was sure there were some. Luke and Jordan were mentioned in Angela's welcoming. light yawn escapes as appendages stretch, single bag tugged out from 'neath jacket. he opens it and glances inside- clothes. easily tosses them into the drawers. grasps the other one, filled with 'personal' belongings, things of actual value. strides soundlessly, heading past the bedrooms to the 'living/family' room. sets himself on a nearby window ledge, gaze drifting breifly out the window afore he unzips the pack, glancing around at it's contents, intending to unpack the thnigs he rarely ever did :
