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Subject: .:. Mad Man.:.


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Zeth
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Date Posted: 00:25:03 07/06/05 Wed
In reply to: Alicia Baslazari 's message, "$Just Jiggle the Handle$" on 23:41:28 07/05/05 Tue

.:. Cursing in his head went off like warning alarms as her hand was placed against his already raw cheek. First Lavinia. Then Alicia? Then Bri? Holy India Cow. Two vases and a jewelry box lost, his pride, his ego, and his manhood threatened, and the last straw finally breaking the smelly camel’s back, Zeth lashed out. Alicia had never seen the raged look in his eyes. He reserved it for murders and victims. But she was about to be his victim. Noting, without really seeing it, the fallen jewelry box and its precise cargo littering the ground, he scoped up a string of pearls and a pendant. The pendant was tossed towards Alicia’s bloused torso and the pearls beads were ripped apart and scattered forward. Briallan was given the finger and her broken vase was kicked around and stomped on. Zeth had taken enough. He turned, without so much of a word to Bri’s lingering spirit and strolled out the bedroom door. “Then I guess we’re not meant to be together, Alicia.” And that, my friends, was his exit. Storming down the hall and entering the empty living room, he made a mess of tossing down stacked papers and knocking over glass objects as he went. Crashing, shattering, sobbing, screaming, cursing, crying as his hand met with a sharp object and blood trickled out, and yelling all took place before one last phrase was yelled down the halls. “You two can keep this bloody apartment. I’m never coming back, you hear me? Never. This is it. I’m done with you both.” That was a BAD idea Max. very bad idea. “And one more thing- I don't believe in pixies.” The really tragic thing here was that the closet pixy to Zeth, adorned in gold and blue, had been hanging questioningly over Alicia’s head. Now? She fell down dead at Alicia’s feet. Luckily for Zeth it wasn’t Ivy. Lucky for Ivy it wasn’t Ivy. But that didn’t leave Ivy any less pissed at Zeth. Great. Now there’s three of them pissed at me. .:.

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