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 Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 12:45 am
Perpetual Reason Christy~Hemme Perpetual Reason Christy~Hemme Perpetual Reason Christy~Hemme Perpetual Reason Christy~Hemme *She smiles* Sure..OK... *she leans in close to him* :: Hardy closes his eyes and leans in:: *she feels her heart skip as she wraps her arms around him, her fingers brush the back of his neck* :: Hardy wraps his arms around her waist his breathe deepening:: *she closes her eys and catches her breath as thier lips meet* :: He kisses her sweetly a bit shocked by the feel of it:: *she runs her fingers through his hair, parting her lips a bit* :: Hardy kisses her again wrapping his lips around her bottom lip:: *she feels butterflies dance beneath her skin as she softly whimpers*
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 12:45 am
:: Hardy lets go and steps back leaving her with that:: Goodnight :: He turns and walks off towards the garage where he exits::
(( Thanks that was the kewlest rp ive ever had ill see ya tomorrow))
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 12:47 am
Perpetual Reason :: Hardy lets go and steps back leaving her with that:: Goodnight :: He turns and walks off towards the garage where he exits:: (( Thanks that was the kewlest rp ive ever had ill see ya tomorrow)) *She touches her lips as he goes, blushing, she sinks down in the Chair* Night.... ((aww thanks! I had fun too, cya then))
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 7:26 am
*Walks into the hallways, having just talked to the GMs, still frustrated. He turns a corner and sees Christy Hemme, the manager of sting, the very man whose head he's after. He grins to himself, and advances on her threateningly.*
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 7:27 am
Sweet_Chin_Music *Walks into the hallways, having just talked to the GMs, still frustrated. He turns a corner and sees Christy Hemme, the manager of sting, the very man whose head he's after. He grins to himself, and advances on her threateningly.* *She looks up* Hi Edge..
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 7:47 am
Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music *Walks into the hallways, having just talked to the GMs, still frustrated. He turns a corner and sees Christy Hemme, the manager of sting, the very man whose head he's after. He grins to himself, and advances on her threateningly.* *She looks up* Hi Edge.. *Without pausing for a second, Edge grabs Christy by the very base of her hair and yanks her to her feet, grip tightening. e places his face near hers, breathing heavily on her face.* Hey, Christy. You wanna deliver a little message to your "client" Sting for me?
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 8:03 am
Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music *Walks into the hallways, having just talked to the GMs, still frustrated. He turns a corner and sees Christy Hemme, the manager of sting, the very man whose head he's after. He grins to himself, and advances on her threateningly.* *She looks up* Hi Edge.. *Without pausing for a second, Edge grabs Christy by the very base of her hair and yanks her to her feet, grip tightening. e places his face near hers, breathing heavily on her face.* Hey, Christy. You wanna deliver a little message to your "client" Sting for me? *She whimpers and grabs at the hand pulling her hair* Well....Edge....get the story straight...*She struggles against his chest with her free hand* I...don't manage Sting...so let me go. *she glares at him*
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 8:14 am
Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music *Walks into the hallways, having just talked to the GMs, still frustrated. He turns a corner and sees Christy Hemme, the manager of sting, the very man whose head he's after. He grins to himself, and advances on her threateningly.* *She looks up* Hi Edge.. *Without pausing for a second, Edge grabs Christy by the very base of her hair and yanks her to her feet, grip tightening. e places his face near hers, breathing heavily on her face.* Hey, Christy. You wanna deliver a little message to your "client" Sting for me? *She whimpers and grabs at the hand pulling her hair* Well....Edge....get the story straight...*She struggles against his chest with her free hand* I...don't manage Sting...so let me go. *she glares at him* *Gives your hair and head a sharp jerk, Grripping the roots of your hair even tighter than before, placing his free hand under your chin.* I don't care what he is to you, you TELL him. At the next pay per view, whether a match is set or not, he is dead.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 8:16 am
Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music *Walks into the hallways, having just talked to the GMs, still frustrated. He turns a corner and sees Christy Hemme, the manager of sting, the very man whose head he's after. He grins to himself, and advances on her threateningly.* *She looks up* Hi Edge.. *Without pausing for a second, Edge grabs Christy by the very base of her hair and yanks her to her feet, grip tightening. e places his face near hers, breathing heavily on her face.* Hey, Christy. You wanna deliver a little message to your "client" Sting for me? *She whimpers and grabs at the hand pulling her hair* Well....Edge....get the story straight...*She struggles against his chest with her free hand* I...don't manage Sting...so let me go. *she glares at him* *Gives your hair and head a sharp jerk, Grripping the roots of your hair even tighter than before, placing his free hand under your chin.* I don't care what he is to you, you TELL him. At the next pay per view, whether a match is set or not, he is dead. aagh! *She brings a swift knee up to his groin* Tell him yourself...
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 8:23 am
Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music *Walks into the hallways, having just talked to the GMs, still frustrated. He turns a corner and sees Christy Hemme, the manager of sting, the very man whose head he's after. He grins to himself, and advances on her threateningly.* *She looks up* Hi Edge.. *Without pausing for a second, Edge grabs Christy by the very base of her hair and yanks her to her feet, grip tightening. e places his face near hers, breathing heavily on her face.* Hey, Christy. You wanna deliver a little message to your "client" Sting for me? *She whimpers and grabs at the hand pulling her hair* Well....Edge....get the story straight...*She struggles against his chest with her free hand* I...don't manage Sting...so let me go. *she glares at him* *Gives your hair and head a sharp jerk, Grripping the roots of your hair even tighter than before, placing his free hand under your chin.* I don't care what he is to you, you TELL him. At the next pay per view, whether a match is set or not, he is dead. aagh! *She brings a swift knee up to his groin* Tell him yourself... *His sunglasses fall off of his face as he lets go of you, holding his groin in excrutiating pain. He uses his other hand to grab a table for support. He glares up at you, a mix of pain, humiliation and burning retribution.* You... Stu... Stupid b***h...
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 8:28 am
Quote: *His sunglasses fall off of his face as he lets go of you, holding his groin in excrutiating pain. He uses his other hand to grab a table for support. He glares up at you, a mix of pain, humiliation and burning retribution.* You... Stu... Stupid b***h... *Mocks concern* Oh...did that hurt...poor little Edge...want me to go get Kira to kiss it and make it better...no...wait...*She laughs as she picks up his glasses and puts them on.* That brute will just rip it off...*She laughs and skips down the hall rubbing the back of her head*
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 8:33 am
*Glares up furiously, and in a moment of pure adrenaline, he ignores the pain, and charges down the hallway, throwing his best spear successfully into the center of Christy's back.*
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 8:40 am
Sweet_Chin_Music *Glares up furiously, and in a moment of pure adrenaline, he ignores the pain, and charges down the hallway, throwing his best spear into the center of Christy's back.* *She slams into the food cart and crashes onto the floor in a heap before she knows what hits her. Groaning in pain she feels his arms around her midsection and she's disoriented.* Wha...*she lays there, unmoving on her side, her shock of crimson hair spreads around her, covering her face*
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 8:50 am
Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music *Glares up furiously, and in a moment of pure adrenaline, he ignores the pain, and charges down the hallway, throwing his best spear into the center of Christy's back.* *She slams into the food cart and crashes onto the floor in a heap before she knows what hits her. Groaning in pain she feels his arms around her midsection and she's disoriented.* Wha...*she lays there, unmoving on her side, her shock of crimson hair spreads around her, covering her face* *Gets up and bends down over her, grabbing his shades off of her face. He screams down at her, and reaches his hand down again, but it's grabbed by a someone in a blue uniform as his arms are dragged behind his back, and his hands are cuffed. He looks down at Christy as an EMT takes notice of her, and calls off for medical help. Edge's anger turns into egomaniacal laughter as he is pulled away, looking into the nearest video camera and saying* "You see that, Sting? That's you. That's going to be you, you son of a b***h! *He gets dragged off camera, still yelling.*
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2005 9:20 am
Sweet_Chin_Music Christy~Hemme Sweet_Chin_Music *Glares up furiously, and in a moment of pure adrenaline, he ignores the pain, and charges down the hallway, throwing his best spear into the center of Christy's back.* *She slams into the food cart and crashes onto the floor in a heap before she knows what hits her. Groaning in pain she feels his arms around her midsection and she's disoriented.* Wha...*she lays there, unmoving on her side, her shock of crimson hair spreads around her, covering her face* *Gets up and bends down over her, grabbing his shades off of her face. He screams down at her, and reaches his hand down again, but it's grabbed by a someone in a blue uniform as his arms are dragged behind his back, and his hands are cuffed. He looks down at Christy as an EMT takes notice of her, and calls off for medical help. Edge's anger turns into egomaniacal laughter as he is pulled away, looking into the nearest video camera and saying* "You see that, Sting? That's you. That's going to be you, you son of a b***h! *He gets dragged off camera, still yelling.* *She laid there lifeless as the EMT waits for help*
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