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Post by Mistress R on Jan 29, 2005 14:44:44 GMT -5
Watches Meggan walk off and smiles that she will see her again.
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Post by Test on Jan 29, 2005 14:47:00 GMT -5
Meggan continues to walk out of the park until she has disappeared into the darkness.
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Post by Nich on Feb 3, 2005 10:40:39 GMT -5
Nich pulls up on his bike and parks it.he gets off and takes a walk in the park.He walks to the middle of the park and sits on a bench.
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Post by Nich on Feb 7, 2005 11:40:55 GMT -5
He sits there for a long while.Loooking around for his next unexpecting prey or foe....He thinks to him self."it has been awhile since I've been in a good brawl.might have to go start one...
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Post by alanmacknight on Feb 14, 2005 18:54:46 GMT -5
Alans silver Z3 pulls up and parks in the parks parking lot. He gets out of his car and waits.
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Post by Aziona Xanthus on Feb 14, 2005 19:26:36 GMT -5
It wasn’t long after Alan arrived that Aziona pulled blacked out Ashton Martin.. and of course as always it was pimped out to the nines. Pulling up into few parking spots away from Alan Aziona stepped out. Stepping out of the vehicle Aziona looped her thumbs into her low-slung jeans, fingertips toying with the edge of her fur coat
“ Auh good eve mon cher’” Aziona called out softly.
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Post by alanmacknight on Feb 15, 2005 4:52:58 GMT -5
Alan steps out of his Z3 roadster and approaches Madam Aziona, seemingly much more relaxed and far less stiff. "Good evening to you Madam Aziona. It is a fine night for a walk. Shall we?" Alan holds out his arm awaiting her.
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Post by Aziona Xanthus on Feb 15, 2005 7:04:44 GMT -5
A soft smile curled along Aziona lips.. smiles such as this rare for her these days. Taking his arm she curled hers around his, her fingers moving to rest on his upper arm.
“ Yes perhaps it is, the moon is full, and the stars are shinning brilliantly. “ Aziona said softly.
“ Its seems you are in better sprits this eve no? Amazing what a little fresh air can do for the soul eh?”<br>
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Post by alanmacknight on Feb 15, 2005 7:54:30 GMT -5
Alan and Madam Aziona began to walk one of the many trails through the flower beds where the flowers slumbered at night. There fragrance blending very softly with the cool night air. "Indeed. The air is crisp and cleansing. And the lighting is beautiful." "THis is environ is very relaxing."
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Post by Aziona Xanthus on Feb 15, 2005 8:01:57 GMT -5
Aziona silently walked beside Alan allowing him to lead the way, her head tilting to the side as she gazed at the flowerbeds.
“ Just natures way of sing u a soft lull bye.. the moon cascading among the wet petals like poetry…”
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Post by alanmacknight on Feb 15, 2005 8:06:11 GMT -5
Alan walks silently and slowly for sometime merely enjoying the peace of the moment and the scent of the beautiful woman that had so graciously blessed him with her presence. "The fragrance you wear is enchanting. What is it called?"
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Post by Aziona Xanthus on Feb 15, 2005 8:12:01 GMT -5
Aziona strolled at Alan’s side, her eyes downcast on the path before them. For once her problems didn’t concern her, nor did they crop into her thoughts. Listening to his words Aziona titled her head to the side, a had lifting to brush a stray curl from her face.
“ Thank you Mousier’ its called Obsession..”<br>
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Post by alanmacknight on Feb 15, 2005 8:16:32 GMT -5
Alan raises an eyebrow and smirks. "Ah. Aptly named, I am sure. So, who's obsession are you? A beauty such as your seldom if ever is alone in the world. Who's heart do you hold?" His voice was naturally deep and the words spoken with feeling.
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Post by Aziona Xanthus on Feb 15, 2005 8:56:51 GMT -5
Subjects like these Aziona rarely like to speak of.. hearts of another where not her strong points.
“ To many to name… very far and few in-between understand what those feelings truly are. Some idly stand by and admire from afar.. some make themselves known.. For those who’s hearts I do hold I do not wish to.
“ For most it is just lust… or what I can or could do for them..”<br>
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Post by alanmacknight on Feb 15, 2005 9:09:57 GMT -5
Alan looks closely to her face as she speaks trying to read her feelings. "Those are the most dangerous kinds of hearts to hold. And there is nothing worse than feeling used, with real consideration or concern for your feelings. Not to mention a persons willingness to backstab you when they deam you of no longer use."
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