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Date Posted: 19:27:03 06/03/02 Mon
Author: Draven
Author Host/IP: c-24-118-200-27.mn.client2.attbi.com / 24.118.200.27
Subject: ||Freak||
In reply to: Alexandra 's message, "A ClockworkOrange" on 18:47:59 06/03/02 Mon

**Male hadn't been following Alex. In fact, he had no clue that he was nearby during the 'episode'. He had, in fact, been buying his drugs, though not exactly the kind one would expect. He was jumpy as he popped a Prozac into his mouth, trying to swallow it without the aid of a drink. That's when he spotted Alex, at least he thought it was her. She was turning a corner just as he did, so he hadn't gotten a clear view, not to mention the darkness. The woman was all dressed up, something he had never seen Alex do. Still, he hadn't known her that long. She had to be meeting someone for dinner or something. he could help the surge of jealousy, even though he had no right to be angry with her. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions, maybe it wasn't her at all. He dashed towards the other end of the alley, just about to reach the corner when he tripped over something large in his way. He fell, his hands flying out to try and break his fall, but still smashing his head into the concrete.** "Shit. . ." **He moaned, trying to get up. Once he had, he wished he hadn't. He'd tripped over a body, and now had blood on himself and his clothes. The man was still warm, and still bleeding. He had just been killed.** "Jesus. . ."

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Replies:

A ClockworkOrange -- Alex, 19:39:52 06/03/02 Mon
- ||Freak|| -- Draven, 20:37:02 06/03/02 Mon
  - A ClockworkOrange -- Alex, 03:47:05 06/04/02 Tue
    - ||Freak|| -- Draven, 05:14:47 06/04/02 Tue
      - A ClockworkOrange -- Alex, 12:09:47 06/04/02 Tue
        ||Freak|| -- Draven, 13:26:38 06/04/02 Tue
        A ClockworkOrange -- Alex, 13:39:36 06/04/02 Tue
        ||Freak|| -- Draven, 13:50:12 06/04/02 Tue
        A ClockworkOrange -- Alex, 15:24:33 06/04/02 Tue
        ||Freak|| -- Draven, 15:37:35 06/04/02 Tue
        A ClockworkOrange -- Alex, 15:48:44 06/04/02 Tue
        ||Freak|| -- Draven, 15:52:58 06/04/02 Tue
        A ClockworkOrange -- Alex, 16:04:53 06/04/02 Tue
        ||Freak|| -- Draven, 20:42:18 06/04/02 Tue
        A ClockworkOrange -- Alex, 03:44:43 06/05/02 Wed
        ||Freak|| -- Draven, 05:34:14 06/05/02 Wed