Minx The Sphinx's Boudoir

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( sorry to hear about your friends, pain and your own. Sadly though its not only marines who get cheated on.....honesty just is not everyones way of being)
 
( sorry to hear about your friends, pain and your own. Sadly though its not only marines who get cheated on.....honesty just is not everyones way of being)
Its not to bad Rayne when someone is doing it when your not 8,000 miles away in a war zone. When your home,you can deal with her face to face but when you get a letter in the Mail that says she can't do this anymore because your not there for her enough and that your not good enough anyway then suddenly when you should be worried about the enemy,you are to concerned with your own doubts and fears....that or what happened with me was I got reckless,I didn't care anymore,felt like there was no point in living: I took to many risks and its a miracle that I am still alive after half the stunts I pulled.

Anyway....grim subject.... Just a little insight into me though,lol
 
(some people are just tactless and heartless)

< goes back to her hot day dreams about cowboys >
 
<Goes back to his day dreams of crazy Aussie women o_O>

jk jk

I did have a dream about what would happen between Brin and Duvessa, gave me good ideas Minxy :p
 
If this is a dream,than I hope I am in a coma still and don't ever wake up :D

but then again,of course its a dream because you don't meet sexy,kind hearted but a little crazy women in real life :(
 
<smiles> funny I meat them all the time........but then we already discussed certain personality traits of yours that could cause people to repel from you.

< starts to write on her book again, thinking he will just not ever learn >
 
Yeah, you might meet them in Aussie but you forget that I am from America. :(

Suddenly gets a really sad look on his face

As they say, some people are just meant to die cold,sad and alone.....
 
<glances up and smiles and whispers to herself before returning to her book > you have used your fake sadness trick to many times, I am also not manipulated or moved by fake emotion.
 
Maybe it IS time I jump off the roof,people I consider friends can't even tell when I am being serious....

Grumbles something then begins writing his book,the title on the spine says: The Death of TSB, An Aussie Woman Conspiracy. Scribes a quick message: They said Delila killed Samson, I think I finally understand :(
 
< as she dreams of cowboys romancing her and kissing her into next week she drifts off to sleep with a satisfied smile and her body eventually fades out of the room >


(good night )
 
Maybe it IS time I jump off the roof,people I consider friends can't even tell when I am being serious....

Grumbles something then begins writing his book,the title on the spine says: The Death of TSB, An Aussie Woman Conspiracy. Scribes a quick message: They said Delila killed Samson, I think I finally understand :(

<before she leave she hears his rant and just rolls her eye > "seriously don't jump.........not in here any way the stains will just be horrid to get off the floor."

<goes back to sleep muttering about dam drama queens....no wonder he cant get his end in>

(leaving now BYE)
 
< as she dreams of cowboys romancing her and kissing her into next week she drifts off to sleep with a satisfied smile and her body eventually fades out of the room >


(good night )

Night Rayne, see you tomorrow!

Plus I was just half way joking :p

<sighs and realizes hes suddenly really alone in the boudoir>
 
Sighs and stands up very slowly. The boudoir that is usually so full of life is suddenly empty except for the resident Marine that almost never sleeps. Walking over to the bed,he quickly makes the sheets on it in a very professional and military manner. Once the Boudoir was clean and in pristene condition for tomorrw, He slowly walked over to the chair he had bought to replace the one he had broke or in better terms,it was Fae's chair. Looking at it with an expressionless look,he left another single rose on the seat of the chair. Leaving the flogger he had failed miserably at using the other day there as well,he decided to leave a note for her but he knew that she probably wouldn't get it anyway but no one could say he didn't try. The note said: Maybe tomorrow Angel. Making sure everything looked neat he finally headed for the door of the Boudoir. Certain individuals always wondered why he was stubborn about his feelings with Fae but they were ignorant,or at least he thought so. It was obvious,she was the other half of his Ying Yang: He was the white, a knight in shining armor but had a twisted,dark and kinky side under all that armor and somehow Fae just seemed to have found that chink in his armor. As for her,she was the black: a little twisted,dark and the ultimate tease but deep down she had a part of white in her: the kind heart. Anyway, no one would understand,hell, He barely did and with a slight smile,he walked out of his new home and back to the real world.
 
<Goes back to his day dreams of crazy Aussie women o_O>

jk jk

I did have a dream about what would happen between Brin and Duvessa, gave me good ideas Minxy :p

A message from the phone of minx:

Oh? What idea was that dear blade?
Try not to trip over yourself answering me this time :p
 
Replies as a disembodied ghostly voice thats a soft as a whipser

Tons of Idea's minxy....I'll just let you sit and think what Brin might have planned,he is after all,so unpredictable

And don't worry about me tripping,I am after all just a ghostly voice since I did already leave the boudoir,don't trash it after it just cleaned up before I left :p
 
A message from the phone of minx:

Alas my dear blade i cannot stay to trash my room hehe as sleep calls to me but you will live dangerously attempting to tease this minx! After all, i'm probably the craziest Aussie female of all...definitely the naughtiest and most experienced in this room...but i don't like to brag...much!

Goodnight sweet knight for i wipe the floor with you tomorrow! :p xx
 
Disembodied voice reappears

I don't want to sound Cliche quoting james bond but I love to live dangerously,whats the point of living if you can't feel alive, Dear Minxy :D

Goodnight my crazy lady, I mopped the floor before I left,so it shouldn't smell to bad when you wipe me all over it :p
 
*runs in quickly dressed in her usual tan leather chaps over hip hugging jeans..wearing a loose button up bolero shirt,cowboy hat perched on her windblown hair..

HI EVERYONE!!!!!! I will be back online posting tomorrow afternoon last of the monsters leaving tonight....Time to get my sanity back but how I love the little buggers dearly:D
 
The velvet curtains that cover the door to the Boudoir part before him as he moves to enter. Its still early,way early for some but for the resident of the Boudoir,its working hours so despite the fact its a little past 6:30,hes already been working for an hour.As he enters,he removes his cover from his head and tucks it under his arm and then removes is flak jacket style oakleys from over his eyes and tucks them away. Hes in his full green Marpat camoflague uniform, the digital patterned green and brown trousers and blouse that make up the uniform plus the olive drab green undershirt. Looking around at the room,he makes sure its still immaculate but he knew it was probably going to get trashed in no time flat. Cross over to his reclining chair,he sat down in the empty room with a sigh and waited.
 
< appearing on the bed where she faded out last night Rayne appears and like a little kitten stretches and yawns, glancing around the room she notices the Marine>

"Good morning Blade" <with that she stands up and goes behind a curtain still talking to blade as if she is just in another room > "so how are you this beautiful day?"
 
<I re-enter the budoir, dressed slightly unusually for how I'm normally atired, either in jeans or pjamas or even wearing my tactical gear. This time I'm dressed to kill. I'm dressed in a tailored black suit, mirror finished black cowboy boots, a crimson dress shirt and a white tie with gold tiepin complete the ensemble. Over this is a long black duster, and my black kangaroo leather hat that's close in style to a fedora. Compared to my other times of relaxation, I'm oddly stiff as I enter...and I'm clean shaven, well groomed and my short dirty blonde hair is gelled back.>

Yes, sorry, came straigth from a meeting that I had to get dressed up for a rather important meeting...as much as I want to dress in a polo shirt, sport coat and jeans, for some reason the higher up you get with the government the more exacting the appearance of the people you meet with.

<I shurug and shake my head as I remove my hat and slip off my duster. I sit down in one of the recliners, shifting my weight and removing my P226 and two clips, slipping them inside my jacket with a blush.>

Sorry. Hey there TSB, hey Rayne, sorry about racing out last night Rayne and leaving you hanging. And hey, babygurl! Great to see you back in here!
 
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