| Subject: ()Maybe I did | Did You Forget Your Manners?() |
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Date Posted: 13:49:07 07/26/03 Sat
In reply to:
Band
's message, "-quickened death-" on 21:32:15 07/25/03 Fri
(Okay, let me get this right…Hannah, when all that stuff happened to you, and you could no longer play CM- it was allowed for you to just slip off for a while. But now that I’ve had to take a break (In which, I did warn was coming) I just loose everything? Doesn’t seem very fair to me…but okay. I guess you’re the boss and all. And Enchanceé and Machete didn’t talk last night, got it? If they had talked it’d be on CM. As far as I’m concerned Cloé and Hannah talked. I was suggesting things and none of them have been agreed on.)
() Frowning she gave no words of apology. She wasn't to blame that she'd had to go away. Life was like that though, it always kicked ya down when you were feeling high. Oh well, what did it matter? He'd taken her home, her pups, her dreams, and her life, and he was telling them not to pity her. But that's the way it works, right? If your 'the leader' you get what you want no matter who you have to stab in the back to do it. What a shame. A unspent character wasted by the deeds of others. Perhaps she'd move on, or maybe she'd fall into the legends she'd once created. But what happened when those no longer where told? I suppose that's when she'd make the untold journey where all once loved charters drifted. In that state of fond memories that could no longer be reached by the land bridge of the mind. It was a shame, but then again. Things where shamed. ()
()With her head low, and her eyes downcast, she showed no notion that she'd heard Band's words. Timing had outdone her and made it seem as though she'd returned only to re-seek what belonged to her, when in reality she had just come home when she was capable of it. If her player hadn’t had a dieing Grandfather, or a depressed mother, or divorces to worry about, then maybe Enchanceé would have been there through thick in thin. But as it turned out, she was being held reasonable for something she couldn’t control. Maybe if her player hadn’t been worried about her own life for a little bit, about her future and what it was going to be like, maybe if she hadn’t been blinded by the urge to do well in everything else she did, those things that where important to her, maybe if she hadn’t wanted to strengthen bonds with old friends or maybe if she hadn’t wanted to learn a new trade or sport, then yeah! Everything would be fine. Enchanceé would still be sitting on top of her little throne with her friends surrounding her and the urge and power to make the terrain the best it could be. But alas, someone hadn’t bothered to think about the things behind the scenes, they’d just gotten what they wanted. But don’t pity Enchanceé. Pity me, for it’s my fault not hers. I’m sorry I couldn’t be on-line every day to do what was needed, but it was only a phase I wouldn’t be on for, and I warned you. I’m sorry I had to go out of town with my family, in fact, I’m sorry I have a family and my life that interferes with CM. If I could have, you know I’d been on to play and write. That’s pretty much my life. I love writing, but I just wanted to make sure if I couldn’t rely on my writing I’d have something to fall back on. Id really like another chance now that I’m home, I’d like to show you that while I am capable of doing the job, I just couldn’t because I didn’t have the connection to do it.()
() With her back turned upon her, her head held low and tears streaking her face, she looked over her shoulder, silently asking for one more chance.()
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