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- Rook - 06-02-2011 [html] OOC | Hello. Hope it’s alright for Rook to be snooping about McNamara’s Landing at such an ungodly hour. Rook had been wandering for some time now. Well, “some time” wasn’t at all that accurate actually. It might have been a few months, a year or even two years, but either way, the young coyote meandered along his unmarked path on two feet as his clawed-hands kept a tattered canvas messenger bag close to his wiry body. It wasn’t long until he stumbled upon a thin river where memories of his family came to mind. His forehead wrinkled in distress and he shook his head to whisk them away, making his large ears wobble about atop his skull. He focused on the ground in front of him again and where he ought to be going. Dwelling on the nightmares he had had the night before was just going to slow him down anyway. After all, he had new goal to fulfill: find a place to settle down… Staying in the wilderness was starting to get old and a bit lonesome; he wanted to meet people, make friends and share laughter or whatever others did when they socialized now a days. Taking a deep breath, he continued to trace the river’s path until a peculiar sight caught his eye. Where the field ahead of him should have been lush and thriving in the mild summer temperatures it was desolate and barren. It also seemed to be the home of odd-looking… well… he wasn’t sure what it was, but it was definitely strange with its sharp angles and disassembled pieces. His sage green eyes went to the few boxes that were scattered around the spectacle and almost instantly he began to ponder what discarded treasure they held. He made to move forward but was instantly hit with a wall of scents – a pack, an actual group of individuals. His eyes widened hysterically and he whipped around as if to make sure no one had seen him accidentally trespass. Oops. The youth shakily clasped his hands together as he jumped back. He had passed a few pack territories in the past few weeks (and made sure to stay well away from them), but somehow, he felt this place was different, and it wasn't just because those various cargo containers seemed to call to him. The air seemed calmer here. He waited and listened just in case he hadn’t seen anyone nearby. It might have been too early in the morning for a leisurely stroll but, still, Rook instinctively abided by the warnings the musk conveyed. When wringing his hands didn’t calm him down, he stuffed them into the pockets of the only article of clothing he wore: a filthy pair of cargo shorts he had traded for in New Brunswick a week or so ago. Maybe if he stuck around long enough someone would come along and grant him access to those discarded boxes or at least entertain him with the possibility of becoming apart of the group that owned this place... .Rk-plain b {font-weight:bold; color:#669900; letter-spacing:1px; } .Rk-plain .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:10px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .Rk-plain p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Rk-plain {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#FFF; background-image:url(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UL7C ... -plain.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Barrett - 06-02-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} .barrett-ooc {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#B16621; text-align: justify; background-color:#000000; border:none; width:400px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;padding:5px 10px 5px 10px;} </style>[/html] - Rook - 06-02-2011 [html] OOC | x) By the time Rook had almost forgotten about the sight of the odd-looking metallic object in the middle of the field, a sharp bark met his ears. He spun back around, casting his eyes back to the field where the cargo containers laid scattered here and there on the ground. It took a moment for him to focus on the black shape advancing towards him but when he did he stumbled backwards in shock, landing on the ground with a mild thud. Someone had heard him. A whimper escaped his muzzle. His heart pounded against his ribs as he shuffled backwards on his elbows. The ragged messenger bag dragged along the ground beside him. “What’s the big idea?” he heard the youth question him. “U-uh, uh,” Rook stammered in reply, curling his legs closer to him. “Um…” Given the dark canine’s presumed impatient nature, he lifted a shaky paw to point towards the pieces disheveled aircraft. “I-I jus’… I was just… I was just looking.” He must have sounded stupid. His large ears lowered and he grimaced before raising his arms over his face and head. “I mean no harm,” he muttered. One of his eyes peeked out from behind one of his forearms but almost instantly he averted his gaze. “I s-s-saw the boxes at first,” he admitted. “But… I was really wondering about y-your p-pack. I’m searching for a place to stay, you see-ee.” .Rk-plain b {font-weight:bold; color:#669900; letter-spacing:1px; } .Rk-plain .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:10px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .Rk-plain p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Rk-plain {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#FFF; background-image:url(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UL7C ... -plain.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Barrett - 06-03-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} .barrett-ooc {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#B16621; text-align: justify; background-color:#000000; border:none; width:400px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;padding:5px 10px 5px 10px;} </style>[/html] - Rook - 06-03-2011 [html] The coyote’s jaw clenched together, even as the yearling offered to help him up. Truthfully, he thought he was going be given a “knuckle sandwich” or knocked out. Opening his eyes and slowly lowering his arms at the sound of the youth’s voice, which informed him about how he had made the crash site his home, Rook hesitantly took his hand and got up onto his feet again. “Oh,” he merely sounded. He continued to listen, soaking up his words like a sponge. He had come upon a place called “Crimson Dreams” and, if he wished, this newfound acquaintance could introduce him to the pack leader. Excellent. Well, okay, maybe not the trespassing part. He actually mistook the edge of the field to be the territory border. Oops, again… “Go for a walk,” he echoed, calming down a bit now. “Shhhure.” His rust-hued hands patted the satchel at his hip then looked around on the ground to make sure its contents hadn’t spilled out. Nope, all good. He then gave Barrett a rather nervous smile and nodded quietly before strolling along with the Crimson Dreams ‘representative.’ Barrett. “I-I’m Rook,” he offered. “Just a traveler of sorts, I guess. I was separated from my family, actually, so I’m looking for a new one. A fresh start never ‘urt anyone… I guess, right?” He glanced down to his feet and quietly placed his hands back in his short’s pockets. After sometime he looked back at Barrett, “So, erm… Sorry, I jus’ gotta ask, but what is that thing? That silver, crinkly… metallic… thing?“ Perhaps it was a good thing now that he was going to accustom himself to pack life, or, at the very least, a social life with a few friends and contacts. He had a lot of learning and catching up to do with the world. .Rk-plain b {font-weight:bold; color:#669900; letter-spacing:1px; } .Rk-plain .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:10px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .Rk-plain p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Rk-plain {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#FFF; background-image:url(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UL7C ... -plain.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Barrett - 06-03-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} .barrett-ooc {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#B16621; text-align: justify; background-color:#000000; border:none; width:400px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;padding:5px 10px 5px 10px;} </style>[/html] - Rook - 06-03-2011 [html] OOC | lol, honestly, I had a feeling Rook was gonna wind up much deeper in the territory… but, oh yes, agreed. I love me some scale barsss too. Erm, not sure how to edit the title/subtitle though. :x Rook nodded once more. “Yeah,” he quietly stated, the word both casual and pained in tone. “I think they’re alright. They packed up and moved on, so I did the same.” The small smile along his muzzle lifted up more as the wolf said that he might like the place. That was more than reassuring to hear. Rook then mentally noted the last name of the family, embedding it into the folds of his memory. Marino… If he ever came across someone with the name he’d be extra sure to remember them. He tilted his head at Barrett’s mention of him being a “floater,” but simply beamed back. It had never occurred to Rook that being in the company of a wolf was odd or outlandish; as long as his company proved to be kind or helpful souls, he deemed them to be “all right” in his book. So far, this Barrett was proving himself to be just that. He was also starting to make Rook realize how starved he was for companionship. For the first time in weeks, his black-tipped tail gave a feeble wag. Upon learning that the strange item Barrett had probably emerged from was a plane, Rook’s ear’s flickered forward before laying back against his skull. Playne. Plain. Plane. He’d have to remember that; perhaps there were others who knew what they did or why there were a ton of boxes around the one the duo were slowly leaving behind. If it carried all that cargo, how did it do it and land there in the first place? Tossing his thoughts aside as the dark canine stated that there were other planes, still intact, in a place called Halifax the coyote let out a rather thoughtful “Hmm.” He continued to keep his lips sealed after emitting the sound as the youth instructed him to wait. Barrett was calling his superior. When they had reached what looked like the edge of the territory, Rook’s muzzle wrinkled before smoothing out. He definitely knew why he had bypassed the invisible line that marked the territory edge. For one, he hadn’t been paying attention to his nose; instead, he had opted to follow the river and mainly use his eyes and ears. He looked to the wolf before stepping back a few yards, hoping he wasn’t inside the territory anymore. Silently, as he clasped his hands together once more, he mentally made a note to use all his other senses more often, saving himself from any future misunderstandings. .Rk-plain b {font-weight:bold; color:#669900; letter-spacing:1px; } .Rk-plain .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:10px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .Rk-plain p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Rk-plain {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#FFF; background-image:url(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UL7C ... -plain.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Savina Marino - 06-03-2011 [html] Word Count → 288 Savina was not a morning bird, and never had been. Admittedly she was keeping more regular hours than she had before she had become a leader, but when the howl reached her ears she had still been asleep. The Consul groggily opened her eyes and lifted her head as it took her longer than usual to process the meaning of the short, informative summons. It was Barrett—that much she could tell right away—and it was something about a newcomer and them coming towards the manor. Sleek jaws opened wide in a yawn before she lazily pushed herself up onto all fours and shook out her deep ebony pelt. Something was mumbled under her breath about others needing to keep reasonable hours as she exited the room she shared with her mate. The Marino matron exited into the crisp morning air and decided to shift into her two-legged form. For one it would help wake her up, and secondly it would give her more time until the rendezvous with Barrett and whomever it was the younger wolf had found and brought with him. Admittedly the transformation took barely any time at all, but Savina did feel a good deal more alert after it was completed. Wavy tresses were pushed back behind her triangular ears as she made her way west to meet up with the pair. By the time the two figures came into sight the Dreaming alpha was feeling much more like herself and a pleasant smile found its way onto her muzzle as they came close enough to talk without shouting. "Good morning Barrett," she said nodding to the Veles. "And who do we have here?" Emerald gaze now settled on the coyote with curiosity. .sm-venus {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/HFICe.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;} .sm-venus .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .sm-venus .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .sm-venus .divider {border-bottom:1px solid;} .sm-venus p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .sm-venus b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .sm-venus i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .sm-venus u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Barrett - 06-03-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} .barrett-ooc {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#B16621; text-align: justify; background-color:#000000; border:none; width:400px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;padding:5px 10px 5px 10px;} </style>[/html] - Rook - 06-03-2011 [html] OOC | Hi! Apologies for possibly being all over the place though. :x Rook slowly fidgeted with his hands as the seconds passed, but as soon as Savina came into sight, he pressed his palms together to keep them still. He then interlocked his fingers with one another, listening as she addressed Barrett then questioned who his companion was. His breath caught in his chest as he quickly averted his eyes, training his pupils on her pair of clawed, black feet. Not only was it rude to stare, but he also didn’t want to be outright disrespectful either by maintaining eye contact. Barrett introduced him and, as if on cue, Rook briefly lifted his eyes to the leader before him and smiled slightly. He gave her a mannerly nod, remaining quiet as not to interrupt their conversation; he would only speak unless he was directly spoken to. While his tail had started to curl about his ankles, his large ears began to quiver. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced to Barrett again. He would have to thank him later for an opportunity such as this, as well as the good word he had put in. At this point, the coyote had nothing to lose, really, so whatever Savina decided would be absolutely fine by him. No grudges or grievances, just gratitude and appreciation whether he was allowed to stay or not. It then occurred to him that she might ask him a number of questions pertaining to where he had come from or what he excelled at. Perhaps she might ask him to disclose the contents of his bag or ask why he, as a coyote, had come to their particular plot of land. The thought that he might be the only one of his kind in the pack had never crossed his mind until now, seeing as the Luperci before him were both wolves. He mentally braced himself, simply listening and hoping for the best as he lowered his arms, his right hand still lightly gripping his left. .Rk-plain b {font-weight:bold; color:#669900; letter-spacing:1px; } .Rk-plain .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:10px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .Rk-plain p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Rk-plain {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#FFF; background-image:url(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UL7C ... -plain.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Savina Marino - 06-03-2011 [html] Word Count → 320 She was glad to see that Barrett was settling in well; he already seemed quite at home here in the Dreaming pack again. The matriarch was doing her best to keep an eye on him without being overbearing or getting in his way. He was a grown wolf and could clearly take care of himself and his affairs, but she still had promised her friend to look after her son and it was a promise she fully intended to keep. Now was not the time for personal affairs however and Barrett quickly introduced the coyote and spoke of what he was here for. It was at times surprising when the smaller canines chose to seek homes outside of Inferni, but the clan was an intimidating place and this particular man did seem a bit on the nervous side. He showed her all the respect her position required though and she did not foresee any reasons that he would not be welcome to join their ranks. "It is a pleasure to meet you Rook. As I'm sure Barrett told you, I am Savina Marino, the leader here. If you're looking for a new family, then you have come to the right place." Family was held in the highest esteem by the Marino matron, and she extended that opinion to the whole of her pack and not just those who actually shared her blood. "I must ask what it is that you can offer us in return for a home though. Do you have any particular skills or areas that you exceed in?" Her accented tones were soft and calm as she spoke, wanting to assure Rook that there was no need for him to be afraid in her presence. Some alphas liked to play the intimidation card right off, but she only used it when she had to. Crimson Dreams was not a place of fear, but a place of peace. .sm-venus {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/HFICe.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;} .sm-venus .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .sm-venus .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .sm-venus .divider {border-bottom:1px solid;} .sm-venus p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .sm-venus b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .sm-venus i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .sm-venus u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Barrett - 06-03-2011 [html] <style> .barrett-traffic p {padding:0px 10px 5px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .barrett-traffic b {color:#FDE77D; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px;} .barrett-traffic {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#FEF2A6; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l53 ... affic1.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:10px 0px 190px 0px; border:none; width:420px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;} .barrett-ooc {font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#B16621; text-align: justify; background-color:#000000; border:none; width:400px; border-radius:20px; -moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; margin:0 auto;padding:5px 10px 5px 10px;} </style>[/html] - Rook - 06-03-2011 [html] “It is a pleasure to meet you Rook,” Savina stated. Rook slowly glanced up from the ground, meeting her eyes for a moment when she offered her full name and informed him that he had come to the right place. “Likewise,” he replied. He was quick to observe how both Barrett and Savina had picked up on his mentioning the word “family.” The curiosity and other related thoughts – like how large the pack was or whether or not she was the only leader around – were brushed away however when she asked him the one question he had been anticipating to hear. Rook’s brain cells scrambled to piece together the proper sentences. “Well, ma’am, I…” he began quietly, his ears swiveling forward before laying back down as he looked from Barrett to Savina. Think, think, think. “Plants,” he nearly blurted after a few seconds. He hurriedly cleared his throat, “Err… I mean, well, I have some knowledge with plants… trees… herbs? Their medical value, culinary use, or toxicity… My uncle was a self-proclaimed botanist. But, I’m more than ready to learn about anything though, m-miss.” For one reason or another, he wished he had double-checked the abandoned den site he once called home, just in case any of his family’s books or journals were left behind. “I-I can read a bit,” he added. “Lend me a guide or a-a book or show me how to do something twice and I’ll do whatever it takes to… to pull my own weight.” He wanted to mention that he was great at collecting and cataloguing items, but he figured it would have made him seem somewhat simple. He wanted to at least convey to the two pack members that he was not desperate but, rather, willing to do anything just to belong somewhere. “I can promise you won’t be disappointed.” .Rk-plain b {font-weight:bold; color:#669900; letter-spacing:1px; } .Rk-plain .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:10px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .Rk-plain p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .Rk-plain {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#FFF; background-image:url(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UL7C ... -plain.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000; padding: 10px 0px 100px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Savina Marino - 06-03-2011 [html] Word Count → 343 Rook appeared to be incredibly polite and well-mannered—which was already raising the Consul's opinion of him. Unfortunately since the events of the past winter the usually trusting Marino had become more suspicious and wary of outsiders but there was nothing about the coyote that made any red flags pop up in her head. In some ways he almost reminded her of her daughter Cambria, due to his apparent shyness. It was almost impossible to imagine him as any sort of threat which greatly reduced the woman's defenses; she felt no reason to be on edge. Unfortunately that did not seem to be the case with the poor newcomer as he stumbled over his thoughts and words as he replied to her question. Savina made no move to interrupt him, or to signal that he needed to be quick about his response, Rook was free to take his time and say whatever it was he wanted. His skills would surely be of a help to some of the members of the pack, her healer daughters and Anu particularly came to mind. What truly struck her was how desperate he seemed to want acceptance. The poor things must have been alone for a while now. She was glad that she could help put an end to his solitude. "Your knowledge of plants will certainly come in handy; two of my daughters are healers and certainly would be happy to hear of your own expertise in the matter of plants. Anything else you can contribute will be welcomed as well, but do not worry, we do not expect any of our members to move mountains," she said with a kind smile. "I trust your promise, I don't think you will disappoint. Welcome to Crimson Dreams Rook. You're welcome to set yourself up wherever suits you. Many of us live in the manor, but you don't have to do the same by any means." Savina loved the community and bustling nature of the large house, but she understood some people desired more privacy, such as Barrett. .sm-venus {margin:0px auto;width:450px;background-color:transparent;background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/HFICe.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:bottom;border:none;padding:0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:12px;line-height:16px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;} .sm-venus .ooc {font-style:italic;font-size:11px;line-height:15px;text-align:left;margin:2px;text-indent:0px;} .sm-venus .ooc b {font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;} .sm-venus .divider {border-bottom:1px solid;} .sm-venus p {text-indent:20px;margin:0px;padding:5px 10px;} .sm-venus b {font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:1px;} .sm-venus i {font-style:italic;letter-spacing:1px;} .sm-venus u {font-style:italic;text-decoration:none;font-variantmall-caps;border-bottom:1px dotted;letter-spacing:1px;} </style>[/html] - Savina Marino - 06-03-2011
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