<font face=verdana color=silver size=2>[ yeah, yeah, yeah. i enjoy dropping the odd "f-bomb" every now and then. ]</font> -- Death Valley

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Date Posted: 21:59:54 05/31/03 Sat
Author: psyche and z [i have been reduced to a letter]
Subject: [ yeah, yeah, yeah. i enjoy dropping the odd "f-bomb" every now and then. ]
In reply to: psyche 's message, "[ icantfuckingbelieveiamdoingthis ]" on 19:41:00 05/28/03 Wed

[ yeah, i'm back...oh, and don't ask about that whole "f-bomb" business...i'm adopting a friend's bizarre phraseology (and it sucks) :D ]

She was pleased to see that things had changed. Her sister-dear appeared to have traded her intolerable and iexorable exuberence for something that bore a strong resemblance to....cynicism? Jealousy? Pure and simple deep-seated hatred that twisted her reason into an oxymoron? Or had her magnolia twin finally yielded to that insatiable hereditary desire to manipulate? Psyche couldn't place it.

Her thoughts fluttered and pulsed behind an obdurate front that seemed misplaced in such young eyes. She was too small, too inexperienced, too chaste for such a jaded psyche [no pun intended]. But hell, it was the hand she'd been given, and she was going to damn well make the most of it.

Her poker face now indelibly intact, Psyche decided to bluff. It was what she was best at.

"Yeah, I'm back. But probably not for good."

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[> [ HAHAHA F-BOMB! That paraphrase rocks!] -- Maleah, 22:37:54 05/31/03 Sat [1]

Yea, she's changed. But her dearest parents might not think for the best. "Good," She comments blandly, though her voice dripped with a syrupy kindness. A short laugh is choked from the voice box of the mutated sister, and one from the outside would think she was queer for laugh right then, but she didn't care.

Her sister's poker face was no opaque shield to her own twin sister's malevolent lavender eyes. The face was just a display to her, a display of hidden weakness in her sister. Tension snapped like a thin string, she lowered her head slightly to conceal her eyes with a more substancial cover, her misty-grey forelock. Something about being twins left her feeling inadequete whilst her sister was gone, and she hated that blankness that she felt covered a quarter of her mind, shrouding it. But now with the sister intact, her mind was moving a little faster, awakened from hibernation. "Ah well, your presence can be delt with," She commented brusquely, before tucking her thoughts away for later review.

[Jeez. my RPing has gotten longer...]

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