<font color=gray>"I'll be right back." He left her in the cellar, as he sprinted up to his room. He grabbed a blanket from his cupboard, and started back down towards the library. He paused, then went back to his room and grabbed some fruit. She prob'ly would get hungry soon.</font color> -- The Cellar Room

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Date Posted: 23:11:40 01/15/04 Thu
Author: Zeke
Subject: "I'll be right back." He left her in the cellar, as he sprinted up to his room. He grabbed a blanket from his cupboard, and started back down towards the library. He paused, then went back to his room and grabbed some fruit. She prob'ly would get hungry soon.
In reply to: Zeke 's message, "He threw up his hands in the air, and replied. "L'approvazione, bene. Ci� far�, ma dove va stare?" [et: Okay, fine. I will do that, but where is she going to stay?]" on 21:09:21 01/15/04 Thu

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<>The minute he disappeared she hopped off the table and scurried over to where the stairs were that lead to the outside entrance. Climbing up them quickly she wrenched at the door which would not open. She began to shake it, beating her fists on it and yelling help in both english and korean. She was frantic, wanting to get out of here before she went insane with fear, and being held in this small, windowless cellar.<> (NT) -- Sai-ling, 23:14:46 01/15/04 Thu