| Subject: We wear the mask |
Author:
Zara
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Date Posted: 00:27:49 05/10/02 Fri
In reply to:
Lance
's message, "Uh-Yeah..." on 21:52:52 05/09/02 Thu
Zara gently smled and wiped her hands on a hip apron she had tied at her waist. Moving to take up a bottle of champaine, she poured two small glasses and took one over to Lance. "Here. After your wild ride, I figured a bit of wine would help to calm you, eh?" The female smiled, and gently sat besides him, crossing her legs effortlessly.
Raising the glass to her lips, Zara sipped gently and looked at the ..younger man. "Wether you want thanks or not is not up to you, but myself. You've done me a great good, Lance. And I've always made a point ro keep my points equal with everyone I know." Her Yellow eyes shimmered gently, and her slender neck tilted back and she clsoed her eyes. The sweet smell of cooking food softly filled the air, and her stomach growled a bit.
Zara giggled gently and trailed her fingers down against her taunt stomach. "MM...haven't eaten any type of actual food in a month. My stomach is getting so tired of freeze dried rations." She gently looked up and back out to the nmight sky, smiling. "I've been here...almost a good year now...and still I haven't recovered from what those Syndicate bastards did to me...."
Zara didn't click on what she said, and idolly rubed the scar on her left arm, her eyes twindged in a mix of hurt anf anger, beside the prominante mask that grins and lies.
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