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Post by QKat on Nov 18, 2005 16:06:29 GMT -5
He nods. "Though it's rare I tell anyone..." He shrugs. "One of the few things I've managed to keep secret from my father, so I'm rather gaurded about it..."
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Post by Pathos on Nov 24, 2005 11:37:40 GMT -5
|"Oh? Well, then I shan't ask any more about. Can't get myself in trouble if I don't know what the hell I'm doing." He smiled, tilting his head back and laughing, small, shivery exhalations of sound, vaguely high-pitched from the absinthe. "Tell me about yourself, then. Your father. Your wife. And I'll tell you about mine."|
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Post by QKat on Nov 26, 2005 2:00:18 GMT -5
He blinks... "Tell you about myself? There's so much to say..." rather unsure where to begin... "I suppose the earliest thing of any real consequence were the experiences I had with my mother... she was so kind and gentle, complete oposite of my father, he found her on the street, she was an easy victum... never knew she'd be the reason I wouldn't follow him..." ramble... I dunno. "She was the only kind or gentle thing in my life... it was only natural that I tried to get her back when he took her away..."
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Post by Pathos on Nov 26, 2005 17:35:01 GMT -5
|He nodded slightly. Judging by the lack of wobbling, his body was either adjusting to the presence of the absinthe, or he hadn't drunk as much as he'd thought. "That's it. And now, I tell you about me. When I was about a year old, just after I was weaned, my Father killed my mother because he only needed her for her money. And me, of course." Because all Albert Brightstone had needed, above all else, had been an heir. "Never knew her, though I'm told that she was a nice enough person."|
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Post by QKat on Nov 27, 2005 1:41:57 GMT -5
He nods. "Not much different from Zaira..." his little sister, voldie waited for zaira to be weaned before killing off Katrina... though Jesse probably wouldn't now that. *shrug*
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