Floater.... (Mar 4, 2011 4:28:21 PM)
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Floater.... (Mar 4, 2011 4:28:43 PM)
(This user is now known as Circe of the Nine Fingers)

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 4:31:19 PM)
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Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 4:32:18 PM)
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Bastian Campbell (Mar 4, 2011 4:32:25 PM)
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Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 4:32:36 PM)
*guides the little group along the canal to the rear of the grand old house, still wearing Frankie's soaking wet coat. She'd paused briefly along the way to deposit the cup in a recycle bin near the canal's mouth*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:32:43 PM)
* You come upon this house http://beehivehairdresser.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/run-down-victorian-in-bay-ridge1.jpg from the back yard area near the canal on a blackened metal patio set the sluagh sits with a full tea service and just enough cups plus one for the visitors as if she expected you. Spiders hang here and there around the delapidated garden with dead rosebushes over a trellace.*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:33:16 PM)
*there were also little spider shaped sugar cookies on the tray*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 4:33:50 PM)
*Running with a cat like grace to keep up with the swimming siren, unafraid to hop up on handrails on benches or fences if it gets him past obsitcles or foot traffic faster.*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:35:50 PM)
*She started preparing the tea for each of them and also putting a cookie on each saucer along with a blackened spoon. She took great care at it and prepared another cup for someone no one else could see.*

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 4:36:20 PM)
*she surfaces perhaps a few houses down from the Victorian and pauses on the other side of the low wall bounding the canal, rising to peer over it* Dame hag? Circe? *calling softly, smiling when she sees the woman is expecting them* Your company's arrived, more or less.

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:37:01 PM)
*She nodded as the cup floated over within Savi's reach the "hag" set a tea cup at each of the other chares.

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:37:07 PM)
(CHAIRS JEEBUS)

Bastian Campbell (Mar 4, 2011 4:38:09 PM)
*Bastian managed a steady pace. He was still a bit stoked from his workout earlier and apparantly in fins shape. As he approached the property, seeing the teas service, he whistled quietly, appreciatively.*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 4:38:34 PM)
*without fear he makes two short hops from a bench to the top of the guard rail on the canal and then lept over to catch the fence on the other side, clinging to the fence, the soles of his shoes coming no closer than a milimeter from the water* Lady Circe, permision to enter your abode and share an afterrnon's repast?

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 4:39:03 PM)
*collects the floating saucer of tea and cookie, tasting the cookie and watching the highwire Nocker sail by, without his jacket*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:39:11 PM)
*She nodded to the gent asking permission*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:39:34 PM)
You are most welcome and expected I had tea ready...a lady doesn't entertain with out it.

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:40:08 PM)
I set out the Orange blossom...for you all I do hope you like it.

Bastian Campbell (Mar 4, 2011 4:40:10 PM)
*Pausing just before the patio, he bowed low.* M'lady.

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:40:38 PM)
*She curtsied slightly from her chair and motioned to one of the empty chairs she was close enough to the water that Savi could hear her corpse whisper*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 4:41:01 PM)
*Up and over the fencing, he straightens his vest* Apologees for my lack of complete dress, madam, but there was one who was in greater need of the jacket than I. *letting his walking stick slide to the ground he aproaches with a dapper swagger and sits directly across from Circe*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:41:24 PM)
*To her right is a partway pulled out empty chair*

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 4:41:27 PM)
It's indescribable, dame Hag.. thank you for your kindness. *smiling warmly to the sluagh and setting the saucer and its contents down on the concrete ledge below the low wall, she is quite satisfied with being in earshot at least. Pulling herself up to be seated on the ledge beside it before carefully lifting it to her lap*

Bastian Campbell (Mar 4, 2011 4:42:00 PM)
*he spotted the empty chair, and figured it was so for a reason. He took the other chair.*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:42:33 PM)
*TO Savi* I only apologize I could not have more proper sitting place for you young one...What may I do for you band of adventurers this fine afternoon I don't think you came to share tea with the dead or dying.

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 4:43:36 PM)
*and the wearer of the jacket sits with her back to the low wall keeping her from the rest of the company, eating a cookie and sipping orange blossom tea with cream* We have come from the dead to ask of the dying..you told a story that looks much like the man we heard.

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 4:43:56 PM)
One must take the time to apreciate the finer things in life, Dame, else why do we struggle so against injustice? *he lifts his teacup to her in salute and sips, pinky out*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:45:32 PM)
*She nods* Ahh...that is an old tale indeed...an urban legend one might say...*She sipped her tea also with pinky out.* Many years ago something took guests of the big easy and left them well less then whence they came...It would strike them with an axe remove the tasties choice morsels from the insides and then dump the bodies in the waters...This went on for a while then mysteriously stopped about a decade ago.

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:47:18 PM)
*A victrola was wound in the sitting room off the patio and slowly a rendition of Moonlight Sonata played to go along with the ambiance.* Some say it was a redcap others say a half mad noble...but still others said it was something far darker.

Bastian Campbell (Mar 4, 2011 4:48:45 PM)
*He listened, holding his tea to warm his hands*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 4:48:57 PM)
*Frankie closes his eyes and perks his long ears, listening to the music and the story, sipping the tea down slowly, savoring it's blend*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:49:44 PM)
*She sipped her tea* It seems its awoken with the horn...the horns woken up many dark stories child...and will continue to do so...A clarion call for the darkness as it were. That boy does not realize the repercussions of his actions.

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 4:49:59 PM)
*resting out of sight against the low wall..she's in much the same position as Frankie, closing her eyes to somehow better catch the strains of Beethoven from her seat*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:50:53 PM)
*The Vitrola shifts to Piano Adagio 5 Aria*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 4:51:01 PM)
A clarion call of darkness? *A smile spreading* Best nurking news I've heard in a while.

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:51:30 PM)
I expect soon enough the inhabitants of this fair city will have more on their hands then they bargained for...

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:52:27 PM)
But I digress...*she sips her tea* The creature had a habit of taking his victims from merry makers in the quarter..and lately myself and Hershel have heard dark things in the night in the back ally's.

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:53:26 PM)
(i can spell i swear)

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 4:53:45 PM)
Then there is patrolling to be done. *frankie seems very pleased with this turn of events* An ever vigilant eye and an ear to the ground for signs of trouble.

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 4:53:52 PM)
*quietly, in a break in conversation* This one ..was ravaged before his death, and left stained blacker than dark..

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:54:37 PM)
*She seemed to nod* Yes that sounds about right...the creature has a voracious apatite not only for glamour but flesh...that is why some say it might be a very twisted redcap...but time wise...this creature would be quite old indeed.

Bastian Campbell (Mar 4, 2011 4:55:12 PM)
If one wanted to stop this... entity... where would they begin?

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 4:55:22 PM)
Apalling. *still smiling* A worthying tingu adversary.

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:57:02 PM)
*She takes a deep breath it sounds wet and wheezy* Well I would start with finding it first...that was always the hardest thing...No one could find it its as if it were a shadow of a shade...Then perhaps find its weakness...Some say light is what defeats these creatures best...Others say just massive amount of damage. Or perhaps find out its beginings and see if there is a reason it came to be...perhaps that will unlock a way to defeat it. *She sipped her tea again her milk white eyes gazing at something not there.*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 4:58:00 PM)
*Frankie pulls out a note book and turns to a new page and begins taking notes in a Nocker shorthand of what Circe is saying, then sets his pen down to eat the cookie she provided him*

Bastian Campbell (Mar 4, 2011 4:58:36 PM)
*He sighed* Well, at least my stay in twon won't be dull before Fat Tuesday...

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 4:59:23 PM)
*Her eyes regaurded Bastian* It seems you'll be staying longer then you initially intended...this dark place needs heros to defend it from the things that have awoken.

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:00:13 PM)
*pulls the wet coat about her again, grateful for it as she listens*

Bastian Campbell (Mar 4, 2011 5:00:27 PM)
*He smiled pleasantly* I think calling me a hero would be a bit of an exaggeration. I'm a simple man.

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 5:00:37 PM)
Yes but humble.

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:00:52 PM)
*As Circe tlaks to Bastian, he peeks over at Savi, checking on her for a moment before returning his attention to those infront of him*

Bastian Campbell (Mar 4, 2011 5:01:16 PM)
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Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:01:25 PM)
*blinks and looks up at Frankie with a wry smile* I will be happy to leave the hero-ing..to others, I think.

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 5:02:09 PM)
The killings started in 1911...but that isn't where this creature began...it was a bit later... that our kind took notice of it in the mid 1920's. It seems it started with a real person...but peoples fears gave this thing shape.

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:02:40 PM)
It is a rare calling in this day and age, but we seem to manage *returning the smile, still joptting notes of Circe's conversation in his notebook in shorthand*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 5:03:56 PM)
I believe the mortal authorities had a perpetrator in mind...but this creature...must have come from this darkness inside that mans soul.

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:05:44 PM)
So, we research this perpetrator, find out what inky blackness had pervaded his soul tot he point at wich his nightmares called forth a nigh unstoppable killing machine, figure out it's true weakness and bring the hammer down on it in science hero style. Sounds like a great way to spend some time.

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 5:06:56 PM)
*She tilted her head* I have a library you both are welcome to peruse upstairs so long as you promise to return things to as they are...I believe I can even accomidate the young miss.

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:08:34 PM)
*looking to Savi* If I step out of line or leave you stranded, my throat is yours to tear out with your teeth if you like. Will you accept my assitance in going to dig up some dirt on our mystery masher, Madam?

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:10:05 PM)
... *a slow blink up at Frankie at his offer* I.. I don't know how t read very well.. *softly, her cheeks coloring at the admission*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:11:44 PM)
Any is better than none, Madam. You have no need to feel embarased, hard to find a good book under water. so many inks are so soluable. *He hold his hand out to her to offer her assistance, if she will accept it* Besides, I do my best thinking when I have someone to bable at like a ronking mad man.

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 5:12:23 PM)
I have an old fashioned copper tub you can move to the library and fill if she chooses to join you...*She sips her tea*

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:13:45 PM)
I don't need to be soaking wet, really..just can't walk.. *the blue pools lightening to a reflected sky color before she closes her eyes tightly and reaches her arms up to Frankie to hold onto him as he lifts her*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 5:14:07 PM)
I thought perhaps the water would ease your mind child...

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 5:14:12 PM)
*Said as if she knew...*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:15:39 PM)
*He pulls her carefully out of the canal, holding her in his arms carefully. One arm around the middle of her back, the other at teh rough aproximation of where a knee would be if she had legs* Come now, Savi. I will run you a nice hot bath to ease the chill from you and you can listen to me pontificate on the nature of the beastie we face. It will be a jolly good time.

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:16:19 PM)
*holds onto him tightly as the shaking resumes, burying her face in his shoulder*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:16:59 PM)
*He moves his head giving her room to bury her face or tear his throat out if she chooses*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 5:17:30 PM)
*Circe rose slowly and went to get the tub anyway the ghost aided in helping her fill the tub with warm water in the library...if anything she was a kind host. She then perused through her library setting down several books on a table for the nocker to look through. Her library is pretty extensive having 6 decades to collect.*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 5:18:23 PM)
*Also in the library is a wedding photo of Circe and her husband both in victorian garb looking quite happy together and very young*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:19:21 PM)
*Once the tub is full of warm water, he settles savi down into it as if she were made of delicate crystal spun from moonlight* Now, while my neck is over a basin capable of holding what I would blled out so we don't muss our hosts apolstery, do you feel the need to rend my flesh, or shall i get to work?

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:22:37 PM)
*she manages to quirk a little querolous smile at his question, the shaking subsiding to shivering once she's in water again. It's a long moment before she can convince her arms to let go though, the end of her iridescent tail hanging out over the side of the tub.* Can I change my mind later? *trying..Trying for levity, forcing a bit more oomph into her smile*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 5:23:35 PM)
*Circe lights an oil lamp in the library for him to read as it starts to get darker and she brings them both finger sandwiches and tea and leaves them to their research.*

Circe of the Nine Fingers (Mar 4, 2011 5:23:48 PM)
(This user is now known as Spider on the wall.)

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:24:12 PM)
Of course. *he returns the smile* Get the information from me, then kill me. A wise choice. *he stays in her grasp as long as she needs him to, then moves to the books Circe pulled from teh stacks for him and begins perusing.*

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:25:43 PM)
*takes a shaky breath and sinks low in the water, closing her eyes. She keeps her ears out though, to catch every delusional syllable*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:26:52 PM)
*as he reads* Interesting, it seems like I could be good bait for this. The original murders were all related to the Mob. That's promising.

Spider on the wall. (Mar 4, 2011 5:29:24 PM)
(there is tasty food and tea)

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:30:20 PM)
*opening her eyes to reach for a new cup of tea..her jitters have left food as a bad idea* The Axeman?

Spider on the wall. (Mar 4, 2011 5:30:28 PM)
*While the nocker is researching the bigger of the spiders comes to sit near Savi*

Spider on the wall. (Mar 4, 2011 5:30:41 PM)
(This user is now known as Harlow)

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:30:50 PM)
*blinks at the arachnid* Care for a cuppa?

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:31:06 PM)
((How big..exactly? lol))

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:31:18 PM)
Eh no thanks lady...*He had a cigar he had his front legs knitting * (bout the size of a dodge ball)

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:31:30 PM)
*It takes almost two full hours to him to peruse all the books and ramble about how Jazz seems to offer protection from the creature, and theorizes that when the original killer branched out from just killing mobsters that could have given birth to the nightmare chimera.* yes, The Axeman. You start randomling killign babies in their mothers arms but leaving the mother, you can generate some serious dark glamour.

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:31:47 PM)
*His other set of legs was measureing Savi as his front legs worked*

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:32:44 PM)
*In the time it takes Frankie to do his research the spider made a nice lacy willowy item for Savi to wear*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:33:11 PM)
Hrm... The baby was the only victim the monsterous version didn't remove something from. The mother was never the same afterwords. It could have been a raphsody.

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:33:47 PM)
*still has Frankie's jacket about her shoulders, she's quite happy to be in the warm water, despite her protest over the trouble taken at her expense* I thought he went after immigrants? *she smiles at the spiders craft* You're quite good at that..and quicker than anything I've heard of..

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:34:26 PM)
*He shrugs* Its a hobby...*He offers out the garment* Sides this might keep ya a bit warmer in tha winter.

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:34:46 PM)
That and its strong as steel...*the spider grins*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:34:54 PM)
The real one went after immigrants, primarily of Itallian descent. The creature, however, seems far less... discerning in his tastes, but I am hoping this protection from Jazz could be of use to us.

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:35:42 PM)
*she tips her head* Thank you.. *smiling warmly and leaning forward to kiss the spider's cheek lightly* You're far too kindhearted. *accepting the offered tunic*

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:36:16 PM)
http://www.retrojunk.com/img/art-images/normal_000_1100_jpg.jpg

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:36:18 PM)
(thats harlow)

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:36:51 PM)
There seems to be a serrious absence of kindness in your life, Savi. I pokkon shame, if you ask me.

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:36:53 PM)
*He puts helps her put it on if she likes its relatively light and warm*

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:38:15 PM)
((I'm getting a "I <3 Retrojunk" logo))

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:38:26 PM)
((ever seen cool world?)

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:39:14 PM)
Thank you. Who might you be, then? *trades it for the jacket, holding the suit jacket clear of the water and carefully pressing the excess out, back into the tub as she works to dry it patiently*

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:39:54 PM)
((I haven't. lol But I can probaby search coolword spider..))

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:40:04 PM)
(yeah thats Harlow)

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:42:38 PM)
*frankie Makes more notes in his little note book, jotting down references to Circe's impeccable library. Once he has coppied over everything he needed, he set to the task of returnign the books to their places in the stacks*

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:43:45 PM)
*touches the fuzzy spider curiously..wondering if he's sleeping now that his task is done*

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:44:11 PM)
(Sorry was drowned in pm's)

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:44:17 PM)
Harlow is what the mistress called me.

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:46:28 PM)
Then thank you, Harlow. I always fish spiders out when they accidentally visit my territory..I like anything that gets rid of flies and mosquitos. *confiding with a grin*

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:46:54 PM)
*He took up the dishes in his many hands and nodded* The mistress is napping once more she apologizes but she's getting up there..

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:47:37 PM)
*Putting the last book back on the shelf, Frankie stops out of direct line of sight, watchign Savi and Harlow interact for a moment, his silver grey eyes seem a bit deeper in shade, less lusterous than earlier*

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:48:26 PM)
I'm gonna clean up the dishes you two are welcome to let yourselves out when your done...Oh she said you might want to visit the long ear.

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:49:02 PM)
*stepping otu from lurking* Long ear? Rabit pooka, Sidhe or nocker?

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:49:24 PM)
Captain fancy pants...*He chuckles and exits*

Harlow (Mar 4, 2011 5:49:48 PM)
(This user is now known as Mitternacht.)

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:49:49 PM)
*Smiling, the luster slowly returnign to his eyes* That doesn't naroow it down.

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:50:20 PM)
*she laughs at that* Thank you again Harlow.. *having carefully pressed the water from his suit* It's getting cooler, you might need this.. I know where he means.

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:50:33 PM)
((It's ..obviously..still damp. lol))

Mitternacht. (Mar 4, 2011 5:50:36 PM)
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Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:51:11 PM)
((and I'm apparently wearing this now! : http://www.prettythoughtsofahotchick.com/509con/J.%20Valdi%20Floral%20lace%20cover-up%20tunic%20$57.jpg ))

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:51:54 PM)
*Frankie takes teh coat and slips it on, not minding the dampness* If you still had need of it I would have left it with you. I suppose I get to live at least long enough to return you to the cannals? *moving to sit beside the old copper tub*

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:53:22 PM)
I have no doubt this is true..and yes? Please? *reaching for him again, much like the child she claimed she was when last she stood on land. If that child somehow had an unreasoning phobia of being out of the water*

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:54:42 PM)
*as tightly as she holds to his neck and shoulders, she's careful not to choke him. It's not hard to imagine that first accidental disaster teaching her a Fast lesson. And really..he could have simply walked rather than lifted her..and her own trembling clutch on him would have ensured she went with*

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:55:54 PM)
*He collects her with great care, respectfull of her phobia, having one fo his own. He sings softly to her an old swing tune as he carries her back to the nearest canal, settling her into it not caring how wet he may become himself to make sure she is situated safely.* (( Come on, the SCIENCE HERO! has to cary the fair maiden. ))

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 5:58:09 PM)
*she releases her grip as soon as she's over the water, managing a graceful dive and coming up with a grateful sigh. She plants her palms on the concrete ledge and boosts herself up briefly to kiss his cheek in thanks as well* My own personal hero. If you'd like.. I'll see you back at the dock? There is a ship there called the Everbright, she'll be the only one with a Soul. Seems the hag wishes you to see Octavian Vanderaa, or his first mate.

Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 5:59:39 PM)
*he blushes a deep scarlet at the kiss, no matter how brief or chaste* i uh.. Everbright... dock... Kreklekin... ah... *clearing his through* I suppose I will see you there, then?

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 6:00:51 PM)
((I love that this is all in caps. lol)) Only..if your eyes are open. *a blush touching her cheeks at his chaste reaction, she vanishes again in the water to dart through the canal at blinding speed, the current pulling her back toward the sea*

Saviitas (Mar 4, 2011 6:00:55 PM)
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Frankie LaMonte (Mar 4, 2011 6:01:17 PM)
(This user has moved to The Everbright) (IP = 68.53.135.79)