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Post by Arielle on Jul 4, 2006 14:42:50 GMT -5
*Arielle looked up* I- I'm sorry. *Her voice is barely a whisper* Can we be- friends?
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Post by Francis on Jul 4, 2006 14:49:50 GMT -5
*Francis gets on the horses back and turns to face Arielle.*
"You shall be able to count on me as one of your friends, if that pleases you, but if you would want to rid yourself of my presence, it's fine by me".
*Francis said these words abnormaly calm and galoped of on the white mare. His freakishly orange face turned paler as he raced into the streats of Paris.*
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Post by Arielle on Jul 4, 2006 14:53:25 GMT -5
*Arielle slid slowly down to the floor, her face buried in her hands once more* He hates me now... I feel awful!
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Post by Raoul on Jul 4, 2006 15:49:50 GMT -5
((Mwhahahahaa. So where do you want to meet to get you ass kicked?))
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Post by Arielle on Jul 4, 2006 15:52:18 GMT -5
((Bahdumdumdum...))
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Post by Alandra on Jul 5, 2006 3:39:01 GMT -5
((You can pick the time and place, and francis will be there, XD))
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Post by Raoul on Jul 5, 2006 3:48:07 GMT -5
((kk. I'll find somewhere with steps... oooh Entrance hall.))
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