From - Thu Dec 11 10:37:23 1997 Return-Path: quinn@bga.com Received: from mail1.realtime.net (mail1.realtime.net [205.238.128.217]) by eniac.vv.com (8.8.3/8.7.1) with SMTP id OAA15329 for ; Wed, 10 Dec 1997 14:37:13 -0500 (EST) Received: (qmail 37956 invoked from network); 10 Dec 1997 19:38:37 -0000 Received: from zoom.realtime.net (HELO zoom.bga.com) (root@205.238.128.40) by mail1.realtime.net with SMTP; 10 Dec 1997 19:38:37 -0000 Received: from casper.bga.com (casper.realtime.com [205.238.128.161]) by zoom.bga.com (8.6.12/8.6.12) with SMTP id NAA08120 for ; Wed, 10 Dec 1997 13:38:18 -0600 Message-Id: <199712101938.NAA08120@zoom.bga.com> Date: Wed, 10 Dec 1997 13:38:12 -0400 From: "Quinn@GhostWheel" To: quinn@netsville.com Subject: GhostWheel Message(s) 238 - 240 from *storylines (#5236) X-Mail-Agent: GhostWheel (casper.bga.com 6969) X-UIDL: d6b9c0303b65ae0cacbb362df6309045 X-Mozilla-Status: 8001 Message 238 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Mon Nov 3 16:54:54 1997 EST From: Spiral (#20542) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: OOC note Well, the mech party will be tonight at 8pm est. I'll send further details closer to that time, and hopefully we can all have some fun with it. -Spiral. -------------------------- Message 239 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Nov 7 20:33:39 1997 EST From: Fabian (#14268) To: *Storylines (#5236) Someone send to Storylines or I'm going to have to go out an play Don Juan again.. Damnit. -------------------------- Message 240 from *storylines (#5236): Date: Fri Nov 7 21:33:56 1997 EST From: Darius_Lee (#10280) To: *Storylines (#5236) Subject: Your wish is my command Darius Lee sat on the edge of her bed shaking, her hands resting lightly on her stomach. SOundlessly, her lips repeated the word 'why' over and over again. Why were the shadows after her child, why did they always seem to know how to torment her. TO come to her as Kzin to fool her into believing that he had returned when he hadn't. SHe shruddered with cold as she wrapped a blanket around her as she wished desperately for Kzin's arms around her again. Exhausted, she stretched out on the bed, her eyes gazing out the window till her eyes drifted shut. At least the shadows couldn't get her here. At home she was safe. She never saw the shadows move.... --------------------------