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Date Posted: 20:03:19 04/18/03 Fri
Author: Zamnor and Player
Subject: I'll post!! *Squeals*
In reply to: Roxy 's message, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present......" on 01:06:36 04/17/03 Thu

I had read your post earlier and meant to post, but unfortunately I didn't get around to it. Darlin', your post is WILD! It's AMAZING! It captures the spirit of the movie completely!

And... just for the heck of it I'll add... I loved that movie soooooooooooooooooo much!!!!!

Whew. Well then, let's scoot this bucker into the open.

The shinning lights of neither Chicago nor Broadway lit up this poor lad, but a special light of his own lit up everyone else. Like two spotlights centering upon the beauty of the stage, his optics, resplendent and keen, locked onto the young femme; her grand entrance was not lost upon him.

Soft steps carries the youth forward as he smiles, his gaze never leaving the filly's face as he performs a bow. When he returns his dial to its proper place above, he welcomes warmly as he thought a prince ought to.

"Greetings. My name's Zamnor, what's yours?"

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[> (Why thank ya! I appreciate that kinda stuff from people lol;' I dun hear it often :-P ) -- Roxy, 22:16:31 04/18/03 Fri [1]

Upon the wiry frame, a lanky shoulder pulsed to the internal beat, simper indisputably cast upon angled features. And in her own rendition, the filly began to execute her tango. Her nimble legs intertwined flawlessly underneath the eye of the other before her.

Spotlight�s on you, babe. Shine.

Ruby pelt danced beneath the celestial orb of light, flames rippling upon her silken attire. Her willowy appendages were not skittering beneath her in nervousness; just skittering. An unwound nature, she could face eyes to any, but not with any solemn demeanor.

Brilliantly glowing eyes raised with a gambling caution to the esteemed one before her. Her form tensed, a casual front splayed across her conduct. They performed a silent duet, upstaging any others that could surround them. Dainty hooves clopped eloquently upon the sturdy labyrinth beneath her, and she stood brazenly, a non-threatening emposure, but nevertheless unafraid.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Roxy and Zamnor performing the Showtime Rag.

A minion of questions spun throughout the eyes of the dubious youth. An unexpected and erratic toss of a tiny head, and there eyes were intertwined, scoping with a curious mischieve *I definitely made up that word*.

She watched the other, crazily influenced by an overactive imagination and an unrealistic determination. Beneath the glamour and the grace lay a feeble creature, lacking in anything wholesome. But lying, that was something she was good at. She mastered the skill with ease, just as one would a chast� or a poss�. And so, as she inwardly felt intimidated by the presence of the other, her outside whirled with eloquence.

Had she a long cigarette she'd be tipping it.

"Hey; Im Roxy. And what might I have the fine pleasure of calling you?"

Her eyes danced as the dice rolled, not without a slight submissiveness. She wasn�t imposing; wasn�t being rude. She was being Roxy; that hyperactive kid that never got enough of the show. Her ears flipped back in forth rythmetically, awaiting a response lazily.

No were to go, nothing to do.

I got no reason to hurry.

Spotlights on you, kid.

Spill it Zamnor.

((dont remind me that it sucks; but there's so many posts to do, so little time!))

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