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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 4:16 pm
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 6:02 pm
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 6:15 pm
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 6:19 pm
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 6:20 pm
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 6:23 pm
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 6:51 pm
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*after what seems like an hour or two, she feels as if she has a tight restraint on her feelings and emotions, devoiding herself of any type of feelings entirely. Taking one last deep breath, she opens her eyes and looks herself in the mirror. She was both taken aback and pleased with the fact that she didn't recognize the person staring back at her. With a firm nod to the image in the mirror, she straightens up, shoulders back, head high and steps out of the restroom. Just as she emerges, a steward passes by her and she grabs him by the arm*
Single Barrel. Now. evil
*as she releases him and starts to walk towards a seat close to the back of the plane, she turns around and grounds out-*
And so help you God if you dare bring it watered down. mad As a matter of fact, just bring the bottle. stare
*taking a seat a couple rows behind Katana, she kicks her feet up in the seat opposite her and reclines her own, hoping to get a couple winks in but knowing it'll never happen. Before she can settle down good, the steward rushes to her seat with a bottle of Single Barrel. Snatching the bottle, she pops it open and takes a long swig, not bothering to tell the steward she was done with him. He got the message soon enough.
I'm coming Flame, so you better make sure your a** is still alive when I get there, or so help me I'll ride through the depths of Hell to drag your soul back just to kill you myself!*
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 7:01 pm
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Hearing Icy growl at the poor steward and hears, rather than sees her sit down behind her, she decides to go poke the lion. Getting up, she goes and deliberately sits down beside Icy. Propping her feet up on the same seat as she has hers, she looks over at her.
"OK, spit it out, I know you're dying to rip me a new one, so go ahead. BUT, before you do, just know that L is from my past, NOT my present, capice'?" She sips her coffee and waits patiently for the storm to erupt.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 7:11 pm
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 7:22 pm
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 7:35 pm
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 7:47 pm
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 7:51 pm
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 7:53 pm
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 7:54 pm
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