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Date Posted: 14:55:46 03/15/02 Fri
Author: Addison
Subject: : belongings :

. . . i wanna be the minority . . .

: masculine steps out, leather jacket slung over broad features. glance cast back towards new living spaces as brief smile glitters o'er facials, noly to melt away into intense simper. as always. but inwardly, he was glad he'd have a better than decent place to stay in, better than the places he's stayed in in the past years of his meager life. ahhh back in the warefare of England. boy, was he glad to be away from it all, finally, for good. lifting cars roved useful at times and it taught him to be quick on his feet and with his hands, as to not get busted. but, he hadn't done it for all those years to learn things, he didn't want to learn those sort of things. he was, given, different from others. but his 'emotional expressions' had been pushed far aside long ago, only briefly flashed in glimpses between the intense nothingness that always seemed to cover his facials. thoughts brushed aside within a moment as masculine strides forth, black harley resting silent in th darkness. digits reach out, grabbing two bags that rest 'pon the bike, slinging them easily o'er muscled torso

. . . i don't need your authority . . down with the moral majority . . .

: turning, male takes to the stairs and bounds up easily, yes, always 'light on his feet'. places the bags in his room, very few personal beloingings as always. strides to the doorframe, pausing a moment to lean 'pon the doorframe, orbics cast towards the f'morra's room. he could never figure out women. that was a bad fault, despite the fact he had hardly been around them, yes. was she seriously? or what? raises a mild brow at his inner 'ramblings'. he was one confused guy :

. . . i wanna be the minority . . .

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Replies:

-x- c.o.l.g.a.t.e. -x- -- Angela, 15:48:10 03/15/02 Fri
- . . . venture . . . -- Addison, 15:59:30 03/15/02 Fri
  - -x- something that's of worth -x- -- Angela, 18:15:53 03/15/02 Fri
    - : good night : -- Addison, 03:38:59 03/16/02 Sat
      - -x- s.w.e.e.t.d.r.e.a.m.z. -x- -- Angela, 09:20:27 03/16/02 Sat
        : they.will.be : -- Addison, 13:32:15 03/16/02 Sat
        -x- s.l.e.e.p. -x- -- Angela, 14:41:49 03/16/02 Sat