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Post by Xable McQueen on Mar 18, 2010 15:37:04 GMT -5
She stayed back against the wall. "I'll do whatever you want." she repeated.
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Mar 18, 2010 15:43:20 GMT -5
"You know, you're not as much fun when you're not trying to hump my leg." He teased, trying to draw out the normal, playful, Xable.
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Post by Xable McQueen on Mar 18, 2010 15:49:42 GMT -5
She spat at him again, aggressively. "son of a bitch."
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Mar 18, 2010 15:55:12 GMT -5
"Yes, that is most accurate. You could also call me a bastard too and be correct."
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Post by Xable McQueen on Mar 18, 2010 16:04:12 GMT -5
"You know nothing about me." She snapped at him, as her anger rose. "you have no idea how to handle me, and you have no way of controlling me, psodo prince- now f**k**g release me so I can go back to my job."
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Mar 18, 2010 16:08:38 GMT -5
Tyr slipped his jacket back on and walked out. He had no need to listen to her tantrums and knew that eventually, she'd settle. On the other hand she may raise such hell that he'd have to deal her.
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Post by Xable McQueen on Mar 18, 2010 16:16:52 GMT -5
Oh it was going to be the latter. She was going to make this whole experience hell for him. Her anger raged, but she didn't dare go after him. She had better plans. Xable sat in the corner, shut down her body (as such) and focused on the soulless around her. Slowly she spred her desease amongst them, changing the make up- inspiring rage and hatred throughout them.
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Mar 18, 2010 16:20:35 GMT -5
Tyr felt it, of course he did. So Xable went with the second opposed to the first and he went back to his room, stood up and shook her. "You stop that." He snarled, "Stop it, so help me."
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