Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 5:47:19 AM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 5:58:22 AM)
(( sorry I lost connection there for a second. I didn't see any posts or anything))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:01:09 AM)
(( Test ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:01:27 AM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:02:01 AM)
(( wb))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:02:08 AM)
(( I dunno what's goin on . . . ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:02:21 AM)
(( What happening?))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:03:33 AM)
(( The screen just doesn't update. Drivin me nuts. I'm not using the internet for anything else right now! ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:03:56 AM)
(( have you fully closed out your browser?))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:04:12 AM)
(( I should try that, huh ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:04:18 AM)
(( yep))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:04:55 AM)
(( oi . . .*grumble ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:05:20 AM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:07:07 AM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:07:20 AM)
(( Whew. I apologize for all this madness ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:08:39 AM)
(( its no problem test it out and seee if it works better for you now))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:09:26 AM)
(( As long as the page keeps updating like it should. I bet you're right, though. Just needed a fresh instance ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:13:38 AM)
*Benjamin's apartment complex was much as it had been before; water torn and population beaten. Thousands of lives must have passed through this building, making no mark at all. Not a single trace of life. Approaching his door, however, was the closest thing to individuality. Different from before was a welcome mat, a message written in japanese: Aisatsu wa toki no ujigami.*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:13:51 AM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:14:12 AM)
-_-
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:14:15 AM)
(( Duct tape!))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:14:34 AM)
(( Where IS my duct tape. ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:15:13 AM)
(( *grin* Now I can concentrate HA!))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:15:21 AM)
!!
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:16:17 AM)
(( Didja see my welcome post?
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:16:31 AM)
(( I sure did. I am typing up mine now :))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:19:27 AM)
*Elyse was the type of person that took control of most things to make them happen. When she awoke in her have, she let things lay for about 10 minutes. Sitting in her favorite chair in her parlor room hands crossed over her chest. When Ben did not call or arrive after that short amount of time she was done waiting. Sure she had not called him or ask him to come visit her. It didn’t matter. Pushes herself up from her chair she need only give Bradley a half way look and the correct hand gesture before she was being escorted to Ben’s door. Once there she stepped out of her lexus and pointed her ghoul away. Elyse had no interest in him being around lately much to his dismay. *
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:22:33 AM)
*Tiny size five pink heels stepped on the Japanese words having no idea what they meant. Elyse was a small fragile little thing that looked like she might snap if someone touched her delicate all too thin frame in the wrong way. Reaching out she with a glove covered hand she lightly knocked on the door, partially wondering if he had already gone out for a hunt, that would have been a pitty. Knowing Ben she thought he might rise before she even thought of wakeing in the night.*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:32:04 AM)
(( test -_- ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:32:26 AM)
(( click?) )
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:32:40 AM)
((still not scrolling?))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:35:22 AM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:35:57 AM)
(wb again :) ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:36:05 AM)
(( did you get the last two posts of mine?))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:36:20 AM)
(( well butt, no ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:36:40 AM)
*Elyse was the type of person that took control of most things to make them happen. When she awoke in her have, she let things lay for about 10 minutes. Sitting in her favorite chair in her parlor room hands crossed over her chest. When Ben did not call or arrive after that short amount of time she was done waiting. Sure she had not called him or ask him to come visit her. It didn’t matter. Pushes herself up from her chair she need only give Bradley a half way look and the correct hand gesture before she was being escorted to Ben’s door. Once there she stepped out of her lexus and pointed her ghoul away. Elyse had no interest in him being around lately much to his dismay. *
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:36:48 AM)
(( Ooo, thanky ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:37:18 AM)
*Tiny size five pink heels stepped on the Japanese words having no idea what they meant. Elyse was a small fragile little thing that looked like she might snap if someone touched her delicate all too thin frame in the wrong way. Reaching out she with a glove covered hand she lightly knocked on the door, partially wondering if he had already gone out for a hunt, that would have been a pitty. Knowing Ben she thought he might rise before she even thought of waking for the night*
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:37:36 AM)
(( Yeah I type in word for that reason and for spell checking...cus yeah...))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:37:50 AM)
(( Awesome choice ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:48:09 AM)
((*shocks*))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:48:10 AM)
*A man garbed in slacks and a polo shirt. Was he wearing a belt? This new look came complete with slicked back hair and a freshly shaved face. How strange. Perhaps he got a new job, or was preparing for an interview. Something, to be sure. Ben offered an award-winning smile at the recognition of his good friend, and beckoned her in silently. The interior of his dull apartment seemed dramatically different from before, as well. A whole new sofa and loveseat adorned the freshly cleaned carpet, along with a small, yet humble entertainment center. The amplifier and guitar, while still out, were strategically placed in the corner as more an artpiece than an eye-sore.*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:48:17 AM)
(( Tharr! ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:48:29 AM)
(( Thanks for teh shock ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:48:41 AM)
((You know it))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:54:40 AM)
(( . . . test . . . ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 6:54:43 AM)
(( ok ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 6:56:05 AM)
*At first when the vampire laid eyes on him, there was a moment of silence, slowly she took a step back looked at the door to make sure it was the correct apartment number. Sure that it was she stepped back and looked him over again. It seemed a little strange to her that he looked so differently. Of course it was still Ben but why had this change came out she wondered. Lightly her fingers patted him on the shoulder heading past him into the apartment, again it was changed. A small look of confusion crossed her features before turning to look at him* “Why all of the changes? Is someone hunting you? Who do I need to kill?” *She asked very plainly like it would be no issue for her to do so, as well as being a quick and direct solution to any problem*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 7:05:04 AM)
*The youth chuckled like a child on a playground. It was obvious he expected this sort of reaction, as he nodded deeply at the silent compliment. At least, that was the hope. Slowly walking up to Elyse, Ben spoke smoothly:* "It always seems like you keep your place so nice and neat. Not a spec of dust, or piece of furniture out of place. So, thinking about it, I decided it might be nice if I brought this place up from the dirt it looked like." *With a quick motion to his outfit, he continued:* "And no, this is just because I thought it, too, might be a . . . change of pace, we'll say."
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 7:14:52 AM)
Why Sire would throat me if it was any other way. Like myself he knows how he likes to see things done. But Benny…you really need not do things because that is the way I do them. Your…*She paused for a long moment distracted by the new look of the apartment as well as his appearance. He still looked just as innocent and harmless as ever, it was probably that smile that did the most damage. She had tried to re-create it but failed every time.* Sorry I lost my train of thought for a moment. Your outlook..though different than mine is interesting. If you are disorganized and in love with your youthfulness…then be that way. I would not stop you simply because I cannot fathom it currently. Perhaps in time I will
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 7:24:49 AM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 7:28:12 AM)
(( my chat closed so I missed any sort of post))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 7:35:26 AM)
*Offering Elyse a seat on his new sofa, then took the seat nearby. With a weighing-scale hand expression, Ben explained:* "The way I see it is like a gift. I can 'spend'--as you may call it--time not being me if it will make you feel more comfortable, or perhaps enjoy my company just a tad more. In the end, I'd say at least at the moment, it's worth it." *Grinning at his explanation, Ben shrugged in spite of himself.* "I suppose if you'd prefer a more logical response, the royalties for my band's merchandice finally came in, and the old couch really needed to go. I figured, it wouldn't take much more effort to fix up everything else."
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 7:39:28 AM)
*Offering Elyse a seat on his new sofa, he took a seat nearby. With a weighing-scale hand expression, Ben explained:* "The way I see it is like a gift. I can 'spend time'--as you may call it--not being me if it will make you feel more comfortable, or perhaps enjoy my company just a tad more. In the end, I'd say at least at the moment, it's worth it." *Still grinning, Ben shrugged in spite of himself:* "I suppose if you'd prefer a more logical response, the royalties for my band's merchandise finally came in, and the old cough really needed to go. I figured, it wouldn't take much more to fix up everything else."
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 7:40:34 AM)
(( didja get that twice? My connection sorta freaked for a second ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 7:40:41 AM)
(( sure did :) ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 7:41:03 AM)
(( lol. I had to rewrite it, because I only learn things the hard way. I'd read the second one. Better wording ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 7:47:09 AM)
(( *She didn’t really know what he meant by that. After all she was not going to change for anyone, well. That was because she was too busy trying to mold into the perfect childe that her sire wanted. Blood bonds would make a person do strange things, it could be that this was the effect of his. The change made him look even more perfect in her eyes as far as being doll like and all of that. Still unsettling none the less, it had to go. Some of it at least. With much resolve she leaned forward curling her finger towards him, even though she was the one to close the gap between them. Standing on the tips of her toes, reaching up she ran her fingers though his hair, making it a disorganized mess at first. But slowly sculpted it into something she was more use to seeing on him. Only when that was corrected did she take a seat on the couch, crossing one slender leg over the other. Her expression was blank, her action was not funny to her or even something she felt bad about. In her eyes she made something right a
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 7:47:19 AM)
(( damn limt))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 7:47:30 AM)
(( doh! ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 7:47:55 AM)
*In her eyes she made something right again* “I like your couch it is nice, also congratulations on your success. I will come to some of your concerts in the near future. ”
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:02:11 AM)
*At his hair correct, Ben offered a meek smile. Baby steps, right? He had infinitely less of an idea what she would prefer than he did, so a silent malkavian sat down peacefully. Running his fingers along the couch arm:* "Thanks. There are some benefits to being a band's front man. The higher percentage is definitely nice. And I would like that, you coming to see a performance. I suppose how much you'd like it would depend on your musical preference. What would that be, by the way?"
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:08:01 AM)
*The question he asked her caused her to tilt her head to the side slightly. She could not ever really remember thinking of that. It had not been a concern of hers. Sometimes she heard classical music while attending Toreador events with Mrs. Rich but it was nothing she could say that she liked. There were very few things she could honestly say she heartfelt liked. Like was a strong word for the emotional amputee. Looking back down to Ben she tried to think of some of the bad shirts she had seen him ware before. Rattling off a few of those names. Why did she lie like that? It was not normally something she would do.*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:14:28 AM)
(( Is she a bad enough liar that Ben would notice, do you think? ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:15:02 AM)
(( I can roll and we can do it that way :) ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:15:23 AM)
(( (( i'll give you a -1 diff on your roll ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:15:37 AM)
(( ? For the derangement? ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:16:05 AM)
(( 01/15/11 08:15:41 Elyse Benson rolls 5 dice vs. diff of 6 to man + sub : 5, 10, 9, 8, 8 : 4 successes ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:16:34 AM)
(( oi! ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:17:23 AM)
(( (( i never roll that good..something it up! that and well if he questions her about it he is gonna probbaly find out she is lying any way ^_~ ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:18:20 AM)
01/15/11 08:18:09 Benjamin Wey rolls 6 dice vs. diff of 5 to Perception + Empathy, Wait . . .: 1, 7, 2, 7, 3, 1 : Failed
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:18:38 AM)
(( No good. She likes A Perfect Circle? Sweet! ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:19:27 AM)
(( LMAO))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:35:27 AM)
*Ben nodded appreciatively at the shared musical taste. At least she wouldn't be pressured into seeing something she was distasteful of.* "Sounds like you'll enjoy it. Hopefully, that is. Our lead guitar does a great job drawing in the mood. The drummer's alright, but we can't really kick him and expect a better one to just show up and take on a barely-successful garage band, you know?" *As he asked it, he knew it was a unintentionally retorricle question, and chuckled at himself for asking, head shaking in slight shame. Attempting to move on from the hole he dug:* "I'm sorry, I could bore you all night with that nonsense. How has your gallary been coming along?"
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:36:08 AM)
((um sorry...i just have a video error and I hear a click. so what ever you typed I can't see... I will brb to fix it.))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:36:13 AM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:36:46 AM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:37:19 AM)
(( so windows 64-bit, java and nvidia video cards have this bug...and it is a real pain in the ass...)
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:38:08 AM)
(( Well that's butt. Maybe that's what my problem is, too . . . ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:38:37 AM)
(( did you get the 'Ben nodded appreciatively' comment?
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:38:44 AM)
(( nope))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:41:05 AM)
*Ben nodded appreciatively at the shared musical taste. At least she wouldn't be pressured into seeing something she was distasteful of.* 'Sounds like you'll enjoy it. Hopefull, anyway. Our lead guitar does a great job drawing in the mood. the drummer's alright, but we can't really kick him and expect a better one to just show up and take on a barely-successful garage band, you know?" *As he asked it, he knew it was an unintentionally retorricle question, and chuckled to himself for asking, head shaking in slight shame. Attempting to move on from the hole he was digging:* 'I'm sorry, I could bore you all night with that nonsense. How has your gallary been doing?"
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:41:26 AM)
(( now for a word document to type in from now on . . . ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:41:40 AM)
(( lol I am sorry I do appologize))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:42:06 AM)
(( Psh, It's my own silly fault for not doing it when I keep missing out on your posts too. ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:49:30 AM)
*Though she had no idea or even the faintest clue of how a band or even music worked. Someone drawing the mood for her? He might have a hard time doing something like that with this girl. But of course she knew it would only be polite to watch the others and try to fit in. It rarely ever worked though most often mortals just seemed to know something was off with her. Picking at loose thread on the hem of her skirt, wrapping it tightly around her finger before pulling it out with a snapping sound, folding it up she placed it in her pocket* “It is boring to you I am sure. I make dolls people like them and they buy them. I don’t really know too much about the day to day operations. So. What do you suppose we released?”
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:51:13 AM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:51:48 AM)
*Though she had no idea or even the faintest clue of how a band or even music worked. Someone drawing the mood for her? He might have a hard time doing something like that with this girl. But of course she knew it would only be polite to watch the others and try to fit in. It rarely ever worked though most often mortals just seemed to know something was off with her. Picking at loose thread on the hem of her skirt, wrapping it tightly around her finger before pulling it out with a snapping sound, folding it up she placed it in her pocket* “It is boring to you I am sure. I make dolls people like them and they buy them. I don’t really know too much about the day to day operations. So. What do you suppose we released?”
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:51:52 AM)
(( I'm getting really familiar with the room password . . . ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 8:52:02 AM)
(( I know the feeling))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 8:56:52 AM)
*Ben blinked a little at the sudden change in topic. It only made sense to bring up such a surprising event that had happened so recently. Wanting to talk about it allowed for more decisive action. Two minds.* "Wellll . . . Thinking about it as creatively and yet realistically as possible . . ." *He gazed to the ceiling for a few seconds, before turning to look directly at Elyse.* "A possible elder malkavian who had a brutish encounter with someone of another sect that decided to hole her up under the house for days as she suffered from thirst." *With a short pause, and an eye twitch he continued:* "That's about my best guess at the moment."
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 9:00:56 AM)
*Elyse rarely needed a distraction, it was often times easy to get lost in her own thoughts. This was one of them, leaning in closer in his direction, she squinted her eyes just so. Nodding her head in agreement with his thoughts on the matter.*I think you are correct. She has clearly been down there a while. You don’t suppose we should do back to the house, take a few long legged, virgin, Caucasian females and shove them down in the hole for her to feat on do you? It would be better than her running a muck or eating one of use. *She paused for a moment, a wicked grin tired it damndest to creep on to her features, and for a moment it appeared before vanishing in front of his eyes* “I wonder how Gilbert is doing”
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 9:01:49 AM)
(( feat = feast ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 9:16:00 AM)
((WTF, it won't let me paste?! ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 9:16:14 AM)
(( OpenOffice, you suck. ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 9:16:48 AM)
*Ben nodded as she expressed his similar views. Great minds, right? At the detail on potential food sources for food, he was taken aback slightly. Competition? No way . . .* “I think feeding it, or her would be a good idea as well, though I hardly think specifying the source is necessary. Random people should do fine.” With the notion of poor Gilbert, Ben sighed, and shrugged.* “Men of his . . . skill focus should really be aware of the dangerous involved in their . . . speciality. I'm sure he's fine.”
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 9:16:56 AM)
(( Thank you, AbiWord ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 9:24:03 AM)
I see…I am a bit of a picky eater myself. If it is an elder I would want to appease it by bringing the best. Though I suppose it could be males as well. I just can’t imagine giving an elder anything of low grade quality. I just know what I would prefer to feed on myself. *She lightly touched the area just above her chest in a dainty fashion, a magnesium slip back from her days as a mortal when she was taught all the proper and polite things to do. Those things did of course not apply to Gilbert*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 9:30:13 AM)
*Benjamin waved his hands dismissedly* "I hardly think if they'd been trapped down there that flavor means much more than a cockroach to the darkness; they'd see the opportunity and take it, no matter the lack of quality or depth." *ben thought about his analogy, and was obviously displeased with it. Where was this negativity coming from? Honesty?* "Either way, I should think she's quite ravenous, given her circumstance. Even if a little refined taste would be prefered, I much doubt her refusal of any gift at all."
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 9:36:40 AM)
*The type A controller of her was starting to take over. She didn’t want to piss off an Elder, not her elder, not when things were going so well. Her own thoughts differed from his, knowing she would be unpleased if someone fed her something she didn’t like in a moment of weakness. But she had another way* You need not worry about it. I will collect something for her. You can come with me if you like. *She said her eyes having moved from his a while ago, resting on his free arm closets to hers. It had been like she was almost staring it down till she picked his arm up by the wrist, rose it half way into the air then let it drop, doing the same action over and over at least three times, if he would let her that is*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 9:43:44 AM)
*By the second lift of his wrist, Benjamin held it aloft, hovering just a foot about the soft blue cushions. Expressionless, he looked at Elyse, patiently studying her perfect features and pastel blue-grey orbs so calculating. It was the topic neither had spoke of, but both had been pondering. In a soothing, quiet voice, Ben whispered:* “What are you thinking, Elyse?”
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 9:51:15 AM)
*Elyse as not use to those types of people who had any sort of empathy at all. She never knew what a person was feeling unless they came right out and told her. His question therefore caught her off guard. It was like she just realized what she had been doing just moments ago, and tired to cover her tracks, by placing her hands in her lap, but her eyes didn’t move from his. The doll like creature just considered using her Caine given powers, but recalling how displeased with it he was last time she retracted that thought. The question she had to ask herself was why did she even care? Why had she not thrown him down the hole instead of Gil. It must have been that harmless persona.* “Thinking? To many things to be of good use for words. Mostly mulling over things that are not logical, it is not comforting to know the world is not as black and white as it appears on the surface. I do not like that.”
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 10:02:54 AM)
*Without so much as a twitch, Ben responded to Elyse’s obvious discomfort.* “It would be relentlessly Boring of the world if it were in simple black and white. The connundrum you seem to be wrestling is whether or not to take what you want.” *A large smile broke across his face.* “I can say for sure that I’m glad for your decision not to simply take from a friend. That’s why I like you. You are a good friend.” *With that, Ben lightly lifted Elyse’s wrist to the same level as his. There they stood, two pale roads to immortality laid bare for the world to see.*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 10:10:16 AM)
(( Uh oh . . . ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 10:10:31 AM)
(( what uh oh!?))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 10:10:34 AM)
(( I just got, "the look" ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 10:10:45 AM)
(( You better go. You are in trouble!!!))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 10:10:55 AM)
(( but but but ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 10:11:08 AM)
(( I'll screen shot. We can pick up later))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 10:11:32 AM)
(( . . . finnnnnnnne. If I have to. I guess :) ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 10:11:48 AM)
(( *whisper* I get the look sometimes too. ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 10:12:40 AM)
(( lol, alright, well I shall see ye whenever I end up being free next. Interesting convo, to say the least ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 15, 2011 10:12:57 AM)
(( indeed! See you around))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 10:14:12 AM)
(( Have a good day ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 15, 2011 10:14:13 AM)
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