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Killing Spree · 03-04-2003, 04:04 PM

(ooc: [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] They might kick you out for reckless role-playing. Our poetry is pretty dangerous, y'know!

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Moralae

Moralae didn't seem to absorb your closing statements, a slack jaw and wide eyes defining her expression after the 'I see your game now' comment. She stammered incoherently for a moment, looking up at you as though you'd thrown up on her shirt. "I wanted to hold hands?". She inhaled sharply, then clenched her hands into mean little fists and repeated, "I WANTED TO HOLD HANDS?!"
She then went into raving mode.
"That's absolutely rediculous! Insane! Absurd! Preposterous! I don't need any stupid hand to hold! I need that like I need a... A rock! Why the HELL do I need a rock, huh?! Unless it's a small rock, and I'm going to skip it uselessly across that pond, why do I need a ROCK?! It's not edible, I can't wear it, I can't sell it, what does a rock do for me? It stubs my damn toe, that's what it does for me! I don't like stubbing my toe, it hurts! So keep your stupid rocks away from my feet, and we'll get along just peachy!"
Exhausting herself with this outburst, she looked forward and blinked silently for several seconds. She then looked up at you quizically, saying in an honestly confused tone of voice, "What was I talking about?..." She paused then said, "Oh yeah... I'm just a lonely little gal with a stubbed toe and nobody in the world who cares, so even if I did lure you into that..." She paused mid sentence, then narrowed her eyes and smirked. "Well then you could just bite me! Even a tough girl like me needs a little affection once in a while!"
She held a strong expression for about half a minute. Then her eyes began to dart from side to side and she bit her lower lip, giving a nervous look. She looked at you queasily and said, "You uh... Aren't going to follow up on that biting thing, are you? I mean uh... You are kinda pale and... Well, your teeth do look a wee bit sharp, and you are creeping around in the night, getting me alone and... And stuff..."

03-04-2003, 04:04 PM	#31
Killing Spree Mephistopheles Join Date: July 11, 2001 Location: The Ashes Age: 37 Posts: 1,427	(ooc: [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] They might kick you out for reckless role-playing. Our poetry is pretty dangerous, y'know! ) *Moralae* Moralae didn't seem to absorb your closing statements, a slack jaw and wide eyes defining her expression after the 'I see your game now' comment. She stammered incoherently for a moment, looking up at you as though you'd thrown up on her shirt. "I wanted to hold hands?". She inhaled sharply, then clenched her hands into mean little fists and repeated, "I WANTED TO HOLD HANDS?!" She then went into raving mode. "That's absolutely rediculous! Insane! Absurd! Preposterous! I don't need any stupid hand to hold! I need that like I need a... A rock! Why the HELL do I need a rock, huh?! Unless it's a small rock, and I'm going to skip it uselessly across that pond, why do I need a ROCK?! It's not edible, I can't wear it, I can't sell it, what does a rock do for me? It stubs my damn toe, that's what it does for me! I don't like stubbing my toe, it hurts! So keep your stupid rocks away from my feet, and we'll get along just peachy!" Exhausting herself with this outburst, she looked forward and blinked silently for several seconds. She then looked up at you quizically, saying in an honestly confused tone of voice, "What was I talking about?..." She paused then said, *"Oh yeah... I'm just a lonely little gal with a stubbed toe and nobody in the world who cares, so even if I did* lure you into that..." She paused mid sentence, then narrowed her eyes and smirked. "Well then you could just bite me! Even a tough girl like me needs a little affection once in a while!"** She held a strong expression for about half a minute. Then her eyes began to dart from side to side and she bit her lower lip, giving a nervous look. She looked at you queasily and said, "You uh... Aren't going to follow up on that biting thing, are you? I mean uh... You are kinda pale and... Well, your teeth do look a wee bit sharp, and you are creeping around in the night, getting me alone and... And stuff..."