She shook her head a little, her brow furrowed as the movement increased the pounding. "Head hurts.." She muttered softly before she shifted a little to sit up out of his arms, running a hand through her hair and looking down to her shirt, a warm blush coating her cheeks as she realized she had light bruises were hands had inspected her chest a little roughly. She didn't remember any of it, thank god, but the thought that it had happened at all sent a flush through her face. She wasn't that kind of girl. "We already talked about the not killing people thing." She stated honestly, almost absently, as if it was something you needed to remind everyone of now and then. Instead of looking at him, she went about straightening her pants and trying to salvage some of her shirt, pulling her hair back into a low pony tail. -- Warehouse District # 13

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Date Posted: 09:04:55 12/24/05 Sat
Author: Jailynn
Subject: She shook her head a little, her brow furrowed as the movement increased the pounding. "Head hurts.." She muttered softly before she shifted a little to sit up out of his arms, running a hand through her hair and looking down to her shirt, a warm blush coating her cheeks as she realized she had light bruises were hands had inspected her chest a little roughly. She didn't remember any of it, thank god, but the thought that it had happened at all sent a flush through her face. She wasn't that kind of girl. "We already talked about the not killing people thing." She stated honestly, almost absently, as if it was something you needed to remind everyone of now and then. Instead of looking at him, she went about straightening her pants and trying to salvage some of her shirt, pulling her hair back into a low pony tail.
In reply to: Jackson 's message, "Whenever, whereever, we're meant to be together." on 08:56:29 12/24/05 Sat

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