|| screwed over, heartbroken, yet surprisingly ... strong || -- Eure Phantasie Body Modification

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Subject: || screwed over, heartbroken, yet surprisingly ... strong ||

Author:
Nissa

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Date Posted: 22:48:49 10/10/02 Thu

::bold blues flicker over the familiar store front, hestating before going inside. Leaning over the counter, she silently hushes furiously pounding pulse, fighting back the flee impulse as she unfolds fingers from their death grip. Settling slightly, she takes a long deep breath, beautiful yet ragged features relaxing the slightest. Shifting comfortably, she plasters on a smolderingly brilliant smile, as if nothing in the world were the matter:: Hallo Christian. ::waves two fingers at him while he approaches:: How're you? ::cocks her head, piercing hues focusing on his bulky frame::

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[> Subject: ~*~*~*~*~*~

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-Christian-
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Date Posted: 18:36:33 10/11/02 Fri

*Dusty pale eyes meet hers from across the room, holding the contact in a fleeting moment of silence* Hallo Nissa...I did not expect to see you here...*Clenches his jaw slightly, watching her* I am as good as can be expected...And you? *Shifts, folding his arms over his wide chest. He had gone back to pumping iron since the divorce and the results were obvious*

[> Subject: :.:
Author: Nissa [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 23:03:44 10/11/02 Fri ::hums Du Hast softly, fingers splaying across the counter:: Yes, well. One cannot be locked in one's room her entire life, can she? ::smiles faintly, tapping her nails:: I too am good. Fantastic actually. And you.. Good as can be expected? What does that mean? ::blinks, hazy blues tilting to the clock behind his head:: Have a lunch break coming up soon?

[> Subject: ~~~~~*~
Author: -Christian- [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 01:02:37 10/13/02 Sun It means just what I said...Remains still, expression neutral, determined not to let any emotion bleed through I can take a break whenever I choose...I have help now...Glances over his shoulder at the girl sitting in the backroom

[> [> Subject: || rendered helpless ||

Author:
Nissa
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Date Posted: 23:05:26 10/14/02 Mon

::curls tongue around its spike with careful ponderance, hips cocked as she leans back with slight cocky aire:: I love that strong I Hate You vibe you have. ::smirks slightly, leaning forward, nails tapping on the countertop:: Good, take a break and take a walk with me. I need to stay thin. ::holds the door open, eyes pinned on him expectantly:: Lets go, submissive.

[> [> Subject: ~~~~~*~
Author: -Christian- [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 20:14:15 10/15/02 Tue Pauses for a moment in thought, eyeing her How do I know you are not planning to kidnap me? Arches a brow, attempting a cocky expression before sliding out from behind the counter and through the door

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Author: Nissa [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 20:59:49 10/15/02 Tue ::follows him, shutting the door behind them and looping an arm through his:: Ja, you don't. ::grins slightly, attempting to keep stride:: I've started my own business. ::yawns widely, hazy blue gaze flickering to his:: It's dying already.