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 Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 6:17 pm
[Delicious plot twists, friends! I should love to respond but I must wait. Many commendments, though!]
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 6:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 6:28 pm
[You are very welcome, dear sir.]
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 2:06 pm
Ryukai grinned, his teeth rapidly becoming pointed and his skin turning pale. "So... Vlad..." His eyes were blood red. "Jack has told me a lot about you. I wonder if you're really as powerful as Jack said."
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 3:45 pm
[Dum, dum, dum... I don't mean to trouble you, but if Julia would give any answer or action, that would be most appreciated.]
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 3:53 pm
[i cannot post until Julia answers Rosalind]
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 4:01 pm
"so i'll let you have your father, but let me help you get there. please...."
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 4:38 pm
((Bellabie, I did. Look at page 52.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 4:57 pm
(oh, mobius.....where art thou?????))
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 5:24 pm
((Uh... Probably not in Romeo and Juliet. 21st century, lady. Get with the times.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 5:26 pm
(( stare i didn't mean it that way............and so what if its the 21st centery????!!!!!!! got a problem with how i talk????))
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 5:50 pm
((*Really wierd voice* Uh, spash out...))
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 6:08 pm
((lol, same to you more of it mrgreen ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 3:26 pm
["But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!"]
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 3:35 pm
(( i always love that sonnet, now who's talkin' old????????, lol!!!!!!!!))
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