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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 756312" data-attributes="member: 9167"><a href="http://members.aol.com/Caitlyn Tran/caitlyn1.wma" target="_blank">Caitlyn’s Current Theme</a>Adrift to Crown Plaza HotelWednesday, December 11th, 2003The cold bit into her, a million frosty mosquitoes running their icy pricks along her skin despite the layers of warmth.  It was a long walk to the Crown Plaza hotel even with taking the subway part way.  The motorcycle had quickly become a non-option when Caitlyn realized jeans wouldn’t be too appropriate for the first lesson.High black leather boots rubbed against each other as she walked, adding to the warmth at least.  Dark wine colored cashmere skirt with a matching wrap top, elegant but still comfortable and her insulated leather overcoat.  Her mind had played briefly with the thought of wearing a suit or something, the formality of the family heightening that idea for the briefest of moments…well specifically the archaic formality of Nathaniel Montague in particular.Freezing wind blew color into her cheeks, nearly bring tears into her eyes, but still she trudged onward, letting her thoughts drift more and more.  From songs still waiting to be written to the family she now moved inexorably closer to with every step.Who were they?  What kind of secrets lurked behind their decorous manner…because there were always secrets.  That was the trick, the swift flick of the wrist that those like them held over others.  That was the secret to power…not money, nothing but blackmail…insidious strangulation of another human being until they had nothing left to bleed other than the blood of their souls.Her fingers clenched in her leather cashmere-lined gloves, arms wrapped around her body for more warmth that the overcoat and vibrant red scarf could not provide.  Closing her eyes for a brief moment, black lashes pressed lightly against porcelain cheekbones.  I can’t live like that again.Deeper into the cold darkness went the echoing of her footsteps inexorably toward the Crown Plaza hotel and its mysterious owner.</blockquote>

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