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Subject: H.onor.*

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Roluef

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Date Posted: 12:31:55 01/19/04 Mon
In reply to: Satine 's message, "S.pirit" on 12:22:03 01/19/04 Mon

"L-luuu..."

~It was Stan that had spoken... shock in his voice but with a mix of pain. If there had ever been two real friends among the thieves, it had been Roluef and Stan. The two had been 'allies', in a sense, ever since Roluef had come to the 'throne'... and now... he was 'dead'. Everyone stood there stunned as the 'king' hit the ground... Roluef was dead and Will was running. After the initial shock, the whole lot of thieves took off after the fleeing victor, calling out his name, cursing him, shouting out, asking what in the hell was wrong with him. Everyone left... but Mark.~

*~*As soon as everyone was gone, the young man unlocked his arms from across his chest and sauntered slowly over to his 'dead' brother, dark brown eyes shimmering darkly as he looked down upon him. "Funny... how one can die with only a slight scratch to the wrist." Smirking evilly at his limp form, the boy then bends over to spit a few inches from Roluef's head before sauntering off once more, his sarcastic voice floating back to his brother... "Long live the king."*~*

~Once he was sure that they had all left, he arose to a sitting position, his whole body shaking from anger at what his brother had said... so! It had been the little blighter, eh? Now... to find Satine...~

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Subject	Author	Date
S.pirit	Satine	12:37:15 01/19/04 Mon
H.onor.* -- Roluef, 12:47:18 01/19/04 Mon S.pirit -- Satine, 12:52:48 01/19/04 Mon H.onor.* -- Roluef, 14:12:46 01/19/04 Mon S.pirit -- Satine, 14:20:54 01/19/04 Mon H.onor.* -- Roluef, 16:55:40 01/19/04 Mon S.pirit -- Satine, 17:06:54 01/19/04 Mon H.onor.* -- Roluef, 17:11:12 01/19/04 Mon S.pirit -- Satine, 17:17:51 01/19/04 Mon H.onor.* -- Roluef, 20:24:59 01/24/04 Sat H.onor.* -- Roluef, 20:26:33 01/24/04 Sat S.pirit -- Satine, 21:05:03 01/24/04 Sat H.onor.* -- Roluef, 21:14:31 01/24/04 Sat S.pirit -- Satine, 21:19:28 01/24/04 Sat H.onor.* -- Roluef, 21:34:33 01/24/04 Sat S.pirit -- Satine, 21:40:00 01/24/04 Sat H.onor.* -- Roluef, 21:49:10 01/24/04 Sat S.pirit -- Satine, 21:52:40 01/24/04 Sat H.onor.* -- Roluef, 14:45:54 01/27/04 Tue S.pirit -- Satine, 14:50:38 01/27/04 Tue H.onor.* -- Roluef, 14:56:14 01/27/04 Tue