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Post by goldenroses on Jan 31, 2009 7:12:31 GMT -5
"Greetings, You may cal me Dodger, though it is not my true name. Where I come from is a very far off place.. Yes, I am an immortal, French originally..but my travels have made me become more of a world-wide sort of man. I do hope we come across one another in some dark corner of the world..perhaps you may even like me..." His charming voice whispered from the dark depths of his hooded robe which was a deep black in color wrapped around him as if they were his own leathery wings.
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Post by Keira on Jan 31, 2009 10:11:52 GMT -5
"Here are many men as charming as yourself, mister Dodger" a female voice nearly whispered from the shadows."Who makes you think that you are so special?" she asked now standing behind him.
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Post by goldenroses on Jan 31, 2009 12:00:50 GMT -5
"My dearest lilltle rose, trust me.. there is no other like me... Even here..." From the deph of his robes his leather gloved hand reached out with a fresh looking red rose. He lifted it to his face, which was invisable to her and the world, then he turned on his heel to her, bowing. As he did so, a strand of golden blonde hair fell into veiw.
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Post by Keira on Jan 31, 2009 16:51:21 GMT -5
"Well then....if you think you are so special" she leaning into whisper into his ear." Then I challenge you.....if you will win my heart, what is almost impossible - i will declare you not only as special...but best of the best" she said it looking stright to his eyes with her grey jewels of her eyes.
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