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Subject: `.Accent.´ Author: Catalina [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:39:55 01/04/02 Fri Most classes were not being held at the odd time of day- the time between dusk and night, the fragile moments between light and dark. The melancholy sun no longer stretches its rays into the windows of the building's rooms; an empty desolation without the solar sphere's grace and without the hustle and bustle of fellow students. A sigh surges up from the velvet throat of the slender young woman, her honey color'd skin glowing within the brassy illuminations of the ceiling's lighting. Catalina would not hide the feeling bubbling within her charismatic soul- the place creeps her out. So quiet. So lonely. Perhaps a friendly investigation of where her classes would be held (within a day or two) was not the best of ideas. Nervously, the Spanish beauty tucks a lock of sable satin behind her pierced ear- a habit formed as a small girl. She's a people-person, an optimist who loves to be in a crowd; around many people. Being completely alone, secluded in the hollow sounding hallway, did not suit her... at all. A deep breath is slowly inhaled, and then exhaled, the only noise within the lengthy corridor. "Okay, not the best of ideas..." Her feminine voice is clear within the intense hush, her foreign accent all the more clear. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ,;;`—»roaming Zee 09:25:45 01/05/02 Sat `.Accent.´ -- Catalina, 11:33:19 01/05/02 Sat ,,;;* ... -- Zanetta, 14:48:42 01/05/02 Sat `.Accent.´ -- Catalina, 15:45:20 01/05/02 Sat ,;;* reply -- Zee, 17:30:11 01/05/02 Sat `.Accent.´ -- Catalina, 18:15:24 01/05/02 Sat