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Date Posted: 20:21:27 12/16/01 Sun
Author: Terror
Subject: "She is NOT my (insert cuss word here) sister!" She cries, hysterically. Her eyes dart around, looking for something within reach to throw.
In reply to: Black 's message, ""Oh, spare me! And don't even bother getting into this one Apathan. I have no idea, what Possesses me, I am not worthy almighty,un-wavering Terror!" Narrowed pupils, now slitts, jaw flapping automaticly, temper already in a boil. " What possesses you to talk to your sister like that? Okay, you might be Lead Mare, okay you might be in a pissy mood at the moment, but still, you have no idea how snobby and stuck up you sound!" Tone slices bitterly into the lithosphere." on 20:05:49 12/16/01 Sun

"Just shut up! Shut up!" Her hand swipes at a loaded appetizer tray, flinging it in the direction of Deathly Black. The once-neat array of vegtables tumble to the tiled floor. "Learn some (insert cuss word here) respect before you dare say anything to me ever again!" She shrieks, grasping her own ebony hair. Her voice becomes shaky, as she begins to tremble again. Dear Lord, I'm losing it. "Go away."

(OOC: Sorry, but she sounds like she's too without my added suggestions.)

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Stands blankly. -- Black, 20:29:22 12/16/01 Sun
- She holds her hands up to her lips, the knuckles turning salmon with the tension upon them. Her breathing is shallow, raspy. Any long term thinking she attempts is blocked by a thick stone wall. She did not know what the heck she is doing, what she says, or what had been said and done. Her instincts, wild emotions contained her. "I don't know anymore. Just go away, Black." She says, her voice timid and shaky. "I can't do this." (NT) -- Terror, 20:38:26 12/16/01 Sun
  - She looks oddly at her mom. "Are-are you ok?" (NT) -- Mir, 18:27:05 12/17/01 Mon

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