by .:Transferring:. » Tue Mar 22, 2011 12:03 pm
Annie sighed. "Do you think I care, sir?" she asked boredly, not afraid. "You must have gone to a very good blacksmith to get that sword," she commented, then stood up. "Very well, sir. You are tired, and I shall leave. But just know, you do not scare me, sir. I have met far worse." Annie whirled around, and left, leaping up the stone stairs to the dungeon, and back into the castle.
Max followed, pinning her to the ground. "Apologize, and you'll never have to hear from me again. Don't apologize, and well..." his dark eyes gleamed.
Katniss moaned. "Max! Stop it, let her go! She did nothing wrong!"
Max ignored Katniss.
Surfer ChicaOut of the water, I am nothing.
Surfing is for life.
It's like the mafia, once you're in,
you're in.
It's all about where your mind's at.
When I surf, I tend to think the
world ain't such a bad place after all.