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Subject: ~^~The Devil's Own~^~


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Shank
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Date Posted: 12:15:35 08/03/02 Sat
In reply to: Bree 's message, "He//s Be//e" on 12:05:46 08/03/02 Sat

He thoughts of how the room could be re-done to his liking were interupted by Bree. He sighs and follows her into the bahroom. He pulls a face. The bathroom was even worse than the room. He nods at his sister's suggestion that he goes first. When she closes the door, he strips down. He looks at his pants and shakes his head. He'd have to find some new cloths.

He turns on the tap to the tub, running warm water. Once it had filled, he stepped in and layed down. The warm water seeped into his cold skin, warming him some. He sighed in contentment, closing his eyes. After sitting there for a while, he opens them again and begins to scrub himself clean. The water slowly turns red as he washes the blood from his body, revealing bronzed skin. The phoenix on his back suddenly burns and he cries out in surprise. At the same moment, he can hear Bree do the same. He shakes his head sadly and steps out of the water.

He drains the tub and steps back into his tattered pants. He'd find new cloths later. He opens the door to find Bree on the bed, weeping softly into a pillow. He sighs and sits beside her, placing a calused hand upon her delicate shoulder, but saying nothing....

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