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Post by chem 1 on Mar 25, 2006 6:53:55 GMT -5
She will come back regardless of any petition. It just needs a bit of time.
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Post by Tok on Mar 25, 2006 13:14:12 GMT -5
Hey, they point is to show layla that she is appreciated and missed.
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Post by phaet on Mar 25, 2006 16:57:03 GMT -5
Obviously I've been out of every conceivable loop for about 3 months. Could anyone fill me in on the chain of events that ultimately led to the creation of this particular board?
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Post by Rit on Mar 25, 2006 17:53:45 GMT -5
there was a flaring up of tempers between two participants, one of whom was Layla. The other shall go unnamed, as that person is, i suppose, uncomfortable enough as it is, and there's no sense in dredging up the past.
basically, everyone wishes she'd come back.
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Post by Mr. Gordon on Mar 25, 2006 17:57:27 GMT -5
damn, im outof the loop
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Post by Rit on Mar 25, 2006 18:03:19 GMT -5
meh. you're better off not knowing about this particular loop.
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Post by Mr. Gordon on Mar 25, 2006 18:05:31 GMT -5
but i want to read the drama
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Post by Rit on Mar 25, 2006 18:10:55 GMT -5
i wouldn't recommend it....
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Post by Thad on Mar 25, 2006 20:01:24 GMT -5
Gordo if you really want to go through (we don't) go back a few days on the Hate thread...though as stated that not where it started that's just where it ended...
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Post by phaet on Mar 25, 2006 20:41:13 GMT -5
Egh, I see now. At least the final act, at any rate. How unfortunate.
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Post by Tok on Mar 26, 2006 6:32:09 GMT -5
let's not forget our ultimate goal:
LAYLA, COME BACK
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Post by thorny on Mar 28, 2006 11:39:27 GMT -5
*looks bashfully down @ toes* I wrote a story 4U La . ..
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Post by Tok on Mar 28, 2006 14:54:08 GMT -5
thorn, she can't read it on the layla rocks thread
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Post by Tok on Mar 28, 2006 14:56:52 GMT -5
Thorn's story for layla: The Rocking Of Layla. One fine day whilst all the world was asleep (except for the hummingbirds), our yearning lass known as "La" woke up on the far side of the world. There she had been dreaming of a curious animal with indigo scales, polished nails, and wide eyed face and a coiled tail that lived in a nearby eucalyptus tree. This animal had no name because it had so far avoided the scrutiny of human beings. Well that was about to change because our heroine La was stretching her arms over her head and yawning, and turned to look out the window and before the curious furred animal could disappear into its fox-hole behind the tree, in wide eyed surprise it got caught in a staring contest with the sleepy eyed La. Immediately our heroine recognized the animal as being totally unique and un-categorizable. She also somehow knew deep inside that so long as she remained staring at it, it would stay frozen on its branch high up in the eucalyptus tree. She feared if she even blinked, that it would disappear into thin air. Therefore she strained to keep her eyes wide open, never daring to look away from the curious beast in the tree even for a fraction of a second. Slowly La climbed out of bed and toward her window. Gradually with ease she lifted the window frame hoping it wouldn't squeak too loud and startle the staring beastie. The window slid up smooth and quiet like. La crawled out her window and stepped onto the cushy ground in her bare feet, her toes gripping some wild crabgrass. Silently she walked over to the beastie, cooing almost unconsciously a soothing lullaby. The beastie's wide eyes slitted slightly down narrower in comfort. La could swear she heard it purring to her. Eventually she befriended the beastie and they became inseperable. In order for this to work, however, it was necessary for La to escape with the bizarre critter, and live deep in the uncharted wilderness outside her home in the great wide land of Australia. It was just too risky for her to take a chance that people would insist on studying the friendly little creature. The last thing she wanted was scientists probing it and snapping photos. So she placed her hand in it's tiny little perfectly formed almost human miniature hand (with opposable thumbs), and they walked off into the sunrise, never to be heard from again.
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Post by phaet on Mar 29, 2006 13:22:18 GMT -5
I think the point was probably to entice her into signing back on to read the story.
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