When the World Forbids It (Ana&De)
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				Title: <strong>When the World Forbids It (Ana&amp;De)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>De h u m a n i z e Me</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 06:11:51</strong>
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				Abigale paced in the sanctuary of her boudoir, running a brush through her hair. Today was an extraordinary day; an exceptionally extraordinary day indeed. For it was Monday, and on Mondays, she had the privilege of running errands at the market. A market she got especially dolled up to visit. Unfortunately for her, by doing this she attracted numerous pairs of eyes, yet none of them were the eyes of the person she intended to impress. With a sigh, she recollected her unrequited passion. Yes, passion was the correct word, for her feelings were not quite strong enough to be classified as love. She understood this, and never let herself fall into the ever-consuming state that people call love. Not unless she had a chance at getting something back. <br><br>She continued to brush her hair, primping and preening herself for that certain someone. Her long blonde hair fell in luscious curls over her shoulders, stopped about mid-breast. She wore a fantastic form-fitting navy blue dress, her hips bound by a corset, her cleavage practically spilling out over the top. Smoothing her dress absentmindedly, she looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but admit that she looked fantastic, with a hopeless smile, she couldn't help but pray that she'd capture the attention of the one she sought out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the World Forbids It (Ana&amp;De)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ana Luusi</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 08:03:50</strong>
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				Despite how much she hated working there, Ellena had to admit that working for the Deep Water pub has its perks. One of which was the fact that it had an outlet in her favorite market place. The pub had her manning the outlet on Mondays, which meant supplying refreshment to anyone ranging from the standard market goers to those who took advantage of the market's closer proximity to where they lived. The pub made her keep herself as appealing as possible as sort of advertisement for the pub while she was both working there and at the outlet. Much to her contempt, it worked. While some of the standard market goers were nice, those who sought out the outlet specifically for refreshment were deplorable to her. They were constantly intoxicated and did nothing but comment on her sizable endowment which she found very tiring. Recently, she'd started to grow tired of men. Even the ones who were nice to her, which only visited the outlet so that she could see them but once a week, were fleeting and only good acquaintances. <br><br>As she stood at the outlet, she saw many men who'd she regularly each Monday in this fashion. They'd pass by, order a small drink and strike up a conversation for a few moments and go on their way. Most of them were married, so there was little point in bouncing her red curly hair for them. Because it was still midday she had not yet had to tolerate the drunkards, and loathed each hour that passed as it would get closer to when they would come out. 
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