<font color=deeppink>I fight for the chance to lied to again</font> -- The Tortello Mansion

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Date Posted: 22:21:36 02/12/04 Thu
Author: Trista
Subject: I fight for the chance to lied to again

Gorgeous Italian femme had decided to visit Vento, but had ended up breaking down and crying before she had even reached the stables. Elfin one was ridiculously overdressed, in her knee length pale pink multilayered chiffon dress, but it wasn�t like she had anything to offer anyone other than her looks. She knew that no one liked her for her intelligence; in fact they thought she was a selfish, spoilt rich bitch. She was just an easy screw and it was killing her. She had no idea if any of the guys she had gone out with actually liked her or if they had heard that she was willing to put out. She moved into the kitchen, pulling blond locks into a neat ponytail. She rubbed her reddened eyes, sniffing inaudibly.

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/he was just now really getting back into time zone here. his brow lifted to her sniffling. he never have her his presents for her/ wha's that matter sweets? /he questioned coming down the stairs/ (NT) -- Lucias, 22:29:14 02/12/04 Thu
She glanced at him, and shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing's wrong. I just have a cold." Okay, so she was a crap liar. Petite blond femme tried to look busy by opening the fridge. (NT) -- Trista, 22:34:11 02/12/04 Thu
/he smirked and shook his crania/ yeah..sure. trist you can't pull that over my eyes /he said, making his way clearly into the kitchen/ (NT) -- Lucias, 22:38:36 02/12/04 Thu
She chewed on her lower lip, 'fore selecting a bottle of white wine. She quickly poured herself a glass, then sipped at it. "It's good to see you. I missed you." She completely ignored his comment. (NT) -- Trista, 22:42:56 02/12/04 Thu
/he rolled his eyes, hating when she avoided questions or comments. knowing somethign was really wrong/ yeah..i've been gone for a while. i have your presents stashed in my room /he said/ so, how was your time here? (NT) -- Mariah, 22:44:37 02/12/04 Thu
She shrugged again, 'fore adjusting the strap of her dress that had decided to slip down her shoulder. "Boring, as always. It only perked up when my birthday present from Adrien included some freedom." (NT) -- Trista, 22:48:38 02/12/04 Thu
/he smiled/ ah..freedom. something you've been wanting for a while /he came closer, crania lowering ot kiss her shoulder then wipe away the mark with his finger/ (NT) -- Lucias, 22:50:50 02/12/04 Thu
She recoiled at his touch, glass slipping from her hand and smashing on the ground. Tears formed in her eyes, and she bent down to clean it up. Instead, she cut herself rather deeply on some glass. She burst out in tears, from the pain and the fact that her dress was ruined as some blood had gotten onto it. She was an emotional wreck at the moment. (NT) -- Trista, 22:55:42 02/12/04 Thu
/he neverminded the glass; leaning down he held her against him/ Trista..what is wrong? /he questioned in a hushed tone/ (NT) -- Lucias, 23:00:50 02/12/04 Thu
She clung onto him, sobbing into his shoulder. "I have nothing to offer anyone." She mumbled, barely able to be heard. (NT) -- Trista, 23:05:18 02/12/04 Thu
/he rubbed her back/ what are you talking about? /brows knitted..confused/ (NT) -- Lucias, 23:07:49 02/12/04 Thu
She watched the blood drip from her hand onto her dress, the blood spiralling along her fingers. "Apparently, I'm beautiful yet an easy screw. I mean, do you know what that means? It means that I have no idea is any of the guys that I liked actually liked me. Maybe they had just heard that I was easy to get in bed, and thought to themselves that they would get some with me." She didn't care if she was making sense to him. It made sense in her mind, and that's all that she cared about. (NT) -- Trista, 23:13:50 02/12/04 Thu
/he bit his lip. why did she see herself as an easy screw?/ what has made you believe this Tris? (NT) -- Lucias, 23:21:39 02/12/04 Thu
She almost stopped breathing as he pressed the issue, she was feeling so guilty about her and Julius. She had told him that he wouldn't, but she had. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she looked incredibly pale. They quickly opened, and she grabbed either side of his face and pressed her lips to his. She couldn't care less about the blood that was now smeared on one side of his face. (NT) -- Trista, 23:27:48 02/12/04 Thu
(NT) -- 00:07:53 02/13/04 Fri

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