<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=15401.msg613937#msg613937">Quote from: Ritsuka on May 20, 2008, 05:07:57 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shannon was only half listening to what Tracey was saying, her green eyes kept drifting over to Alan, there was just something different about him that drew her to him. 'Get a hold of yourself Shannon, he's probly just another jerk.' She thought to herself with a soft sigh, some of her pink hair falling in front of her pale face, as she turned bak to look at Tracey before getting up and walking slowly over to her potter's wheel and sitting down with some black clay. "What to make." She mumbled softly as she slowly stepped on the wheel to make it turn. "I'll make a pot or something." She slipped off her gloves and the hoodie that she was wearing to leave her in gray jeans, that had a hole in the knees, a pair of black all stars, a fishnet shirt, and a tank top under it. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>