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Post by Sydney on Oct 10, 2006 20:07:59 GMT -5
((HAHAHA! Sorry, Syd's not in a wangsty mood today. Maybe when I'm/she's even more bored~ XD Why don't you wangst about Rachel, Francie/Allison, Lauren? YOU know you want to...))
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Post by sark on Oct 10, 2006 20:17:38 GMT -5
Alright, I'll just give you nice girls one example, just so you'll know where I'm coming from.
Lauren. Sort of an ice-queen type. Cold, classy, and cracked. She was married when we were seeing each other, and I've always found the aspect of the forbidden quite appealing. We would enjoy ourselves while she was on the phone with her husband, then work to undermine the government. Good times. She's dead now. Husband got wise to us.
Actually, now that I think of her, she was a bit annoying.
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Post by Sydney on Oct 10, 2006 20:37:01 GMT -5
Syd walked into a random room...she was seriously bored. One can't read and kick people's butts all the time.
"Pfft. Annoying? Is that why you lost your cool at the CIA morgue?"
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Post by Gerik on Oct 10, 2006 20:57:11 GMT -5
CHRISTIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!1
*wails*
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Post by sark on Oct 10, 2006 21:31:44 GMT -5
Oh yeah. Heard about that. Bad luck, mate.
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Post by Alexander the Great on Oct 11, 2006 8:24:11 GMT -5
Good grief, man, get over it!
Mine isn't really a sorrowful story, but it is disturbing, and may be frightening to the ladies.
Love does not come easily to kings. Women throw themselves at your feet and you never know if it is you or your crown that they pull to their heart. Nearly all marriages are arranged, and if I had not been in love, I would have been content with a loveless political alliance.
But Hephasitition loved me since I was a boy, and I loved him. We played together as children, and fought in battle as young men. When I killed my first man at twelve, it was Hephasitition I celebrated with.
When my father died, and I became king, Hephasitition remained at my side...not to hope for any quick advancement, but because he loved me.
When I finally married Roxane, there were whispers among our men as to why, for she held no high political standing, no country I could align myself with. Some men even talked as though I had fallen in love with her. But my generals knew the truth, and they never spoke a word.
In truth, I married Roxane because she was convienent; she was upper rank and tribal, and I was weary of playing games.
I did my duty, but it was to Hephasitition I went to later that night, after Roxane was asleep.
Hephasitition is gone from me now, and Roxane a screeching harpy, and I am sick at heart, because he is not with me.
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Post by Darren on Oct 11, 2006 10:17:30 GMT -5
Women throw themselves at your feet and you never know if it is you or your crown that they pull to their heart. ((Have you seen Man in the Iron Mask? That sound suspiciously like a line yanked from the movie... ))
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Post by Alexander the Great on Oct 11, 2006 13:55:52 GMT -5
((Shhh! I throw those in to see who watches what! You'll spoil my secret!))
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Post by liz on Oct 11, 2006 13:58:04 GMT -5
My lost love is rather embarassing--it was more of a raging crush, really.
And he ran off and fornicated with my youngest sister instead of me. You can imagine my shock and hurt feelings.
Then there's this wretched Darcy man who will not stop staring at me. It is rather disconcerting and I daresay his interest scares away any other young man who would dare approach me.
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Post by Indiana on Oct 11, 2006 14:11:37 GMT -5
((-dies at the description of Wickam-))
I, I guess mine was not truely love, for he used me. I once thought myself smitten with the English rancher Andrew Lloyd Webber. He owned the ranch next to mine, so we would see each other when russeling cattle or in town at the saloon. At one point, I became so attatched to him that I revealed my troubles, even the fact that my ranch was failing. He then bribed the bank manager to call in my debts and bought my forclosed ranch. I fear I may never love again.
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Post by Alandra on Oct 11, 2006 14:13:09 GMT -5
((ALW = EVIL ))
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Post by Indiana on Oct 11, 2006 14:13:50 GMT -5
((He is such a gold-digger.))
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Post by tessa on Oct 11, 2006 14:16:47 GMT -5
I remember reading something about how my long-lost love from Spain came to the New World as a hired sword master to take down The Queen of Swords ((My alter ego, but you don't know that,)) and it ended in some kind of hot and heartbreaking duel between him (I think his name was Antonio) and the Queen. And they had to, like, destroy each other or something. ((Except I never saw this episode and am relying on memories of recaps.))
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Post by Alexander the Great on Oct 11, 2006 14:18:59 GMT -5
((Now I have GOT to see this show. It sounds cool. Is it like Xena? Except without the hot lesbians?))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 14:19:42 GMT -5
((So no one really knows this publicly, not even Meg, but I was married to Gerard Giry, the son of a baron. A short time after Meg was born in our first year of marriage, he began to go slowly and violently mad--beatings, screaming rages, the usual. Eventually I had him put into a care home and returned to the Opera to teach ballet while my husband remained under paid lock and key for fifteen years. Recently he was killed in a fire. And cue wangst.))
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