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Date Posted: 16:24:52 06/08/03 Sun
Author: Big Brother
Subject: Big Brother abandoning his own strict ideas
In reply to: Roxy 's message, ".boredom post, but long and mayhaps interesting--give it a click." on 00:30:46 06/01/03 Sun

Old enough. Well, that was definitly good enough for him. Metaphorical, you ask? A hand slips down the fishnet-clad leg of the ruby sequined beauty in front of him, dispatching the garter to a far off corner. He comes in for the kill...

[La la la.. they do their thing... *doesn't watch*]

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[> ideas can be challenged... -- Roxy, 16:42:17 06/08/03 Sun [1]

With that quick and overpoweringly seductive *AAAAAH!* glance, the female turned, slipping behind the curtains which were posed as a near by arbor, and slipped off the shoes, rubbing a sweating brow as the determination seeped through enticed skin. Feet bleeding, soaked and stained; the audience hadnt left yet. No yelling or rejoicing to do, even though its all over. You have to wait for them all to clear; wait for the cast to rejoice at the hectic party, and leave you alone in the dressing room with that special duet stars to get in one last practice.

Heh.

So thats what she'll do.

Out of the limelight, hidden safely behind the curtains and doors of the labyrinth which is backstage, muzzle drawn before the other to signify silence with stygian orbs.

You dont want them to see our shadows, do ya?

The last admirer finally filing out, her charred eyes took a fleeting moment to peer at the deserted room which once was her stage. For all the time, all the heartache and the hours and the pain, it was all over; and she'd only wished she could do it again.

But there were more important matters at hand; and somehow she had a feeling THOSE moments in the limelight would be just as exciting.

The last ride sputtered out of the parking lot, the lights clicked off.

In the requiem of shade, sequined clothes flew ferociously as his tie was loosened with a jolt. Razzle Dazzle em', she'd done her task, fluttered about the male and blinding with the sequins.

And, exeunt.

And I DONT think you'd want a curtain call.

(Turns around and taps foot, looking at watch.)

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