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Zeth
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Date Posted: 19:46:08 03/21/05 Mon
In reply to:
Dean
's message, "that works too" on 04:45:37 03/21/05 Mon
(Mission accomplished. SCORE FOR THE LOOOOOFUL! And yeah- Zeth says that’s not a bad idea…but in all honesty, he kind of likes the little bugger ^_^)
(Sabra’s gonna pay out the wazoo too because this nuclear weap. cost a whole lot of money)
.:. He wasn’t the type to stand there and let someone else defend his name and good looks. He was going to take part in this arse beating just as readily as anyone else would have. With Max out of the danger zone, he swore after her retreating form that they would meet again soon to discuss the words that had almost split off her words before the attack. (Max: go post at the pier in reply to me, kay? And Sabra- you are not invited :-P) He knew Deangelo lingered outside the window and he didn’t mind his presence, but a general warning was issued to the male and only the male. “She’s threatening to kill all witnesses. But you could definitely go into a battle of wits against her- she’s totally unarmed”. Indeed- her first mistake was showing that she was determined. That always set up the opposition to fight. Now- there are several things that Zeth had learned over the years of dealing with jealous, petty fools like Sabra. If she was being paid- that was one issue. If she was out for it herself- that was entirely another. So, if you want to know an answer the best thing to do is to ask. “So, Sabra-” The words left his lips in such a conversational manner it was sure to send giggles (or snorts, maybe?) through the male that was serving as the audience for this show. “Are you after me for your personal vendetta? Or do you just want me in bed like all the other ladies?” a witty comment in the face of danger (however, unattractive it was) it was apparent he had not inkling of the danger at hand. But who ever really did have it? .:.
.:. He watched as Max strolled down the street. He’d saved her from tonight’s danger, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be up with it later. If he could help it, she wouldn’t. But until then he’s serve as her personal body guard. It’d give them a chance to figure out the complexity of their situation. But as for Bri. Another mind wave was sent to the male, a promise of his safety well tucked in to the words. “Deangelo- help me.” It was soft at first, his admittance for assistance. “Take Bri- this isn’t her battle nor will she fight it” All he had to do was come take the injured female from his arms and escort her anywhere other than the fire escape. He’d be protected by Zeth as he worked, guaranteed.:.
.:. The female’s action to pin Zeth to the wall weren’t successful. He was just as strong as she was- if not more so mentally. “Darling, you really should stop before you end up hurting yourself.” It was spoken to Sabra as he bought Deangelo time to get Bri out of the way. “But really, before I kill you and never do find out- why do you want me dead, darling?”.:. (kitty stepping on keyboard: u8y7iiiiiiui7988888888888. okay, now that he’s had his input… byebye!)
(no proof)
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