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  <title>Brianna "Bria" Ciccone</title>
  <subtitle>Brianna "Bria" Ciccone</subtitle>
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    <name>Brianna "Bria" Ciccone</name>
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  <updated>2009-10-12T02:29:10Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justlikedaddy:5358</id>
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    <title>justlikedaddy @ 2009-10-11T19:28:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-12T02:29:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-12T02:29:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Texas was nice, good t'be home.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justlikedaddy:5022</id>
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    <title>justlikedaddy @ 2009-06-05T12:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-05T19:47:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-05T19:47:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There's one more girl to add.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justlikedaddy:4753</id>
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    <title>justlikedaddy @ 2009-03-25T17:51:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-26T00:52:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-26T00:52:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel like a soccer ball.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justlikedaddy:4436</id>
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    <title>TMW: 6.3 - Pissed off.</title>
    <published>2009-03-20T19:01:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-20T19:01:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;ooc note: This takes place prior to her meeting Snake face to face for the first time and the start of their relationship. It is open for play.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the average day in the Ciccone household. Weekends always brought out the worst in fights between her brother and father. She gave a small sigh and sat up in her bed, throwing a pillow at the door as if it would silence the screaming going on. When it didn't, she put on her bathrobe and walked down the stairs slowly, finding her brother surrounded by her father's men made her blood immediately come to a boil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop it!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, her brother moving to her side and wrapping a arm around her as she looked at her father, those dark brown eyes narrowing into slits. "Leave Caleb alone Papa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bria, I suggest you remember your place," her father snapped at her and looked at Caleb. "If you leave this house to go pursue what you said, you will never be welcome in it again. Do I make myself clear young man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb's eyes stayed glued to his father, never taking his eyes off him as he held Bria closer to him. "Perfectly &lt;i&gt;Sir&lt;/i&gt;." He kissed his sisters cheek, resting his hand on her swollen belly before frowning. "I'll be back for you." He whispered into her ear and pulled away heading out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon him leaving Bria's anger over took her, which was normal for the family. It seemed to be very genetic. "How &lt;b&gt;dare&lt;/b&gt; you! How could you do that?" She walked over, glaring at him before raising her head proudly in defiance. "Are you going to do the same thing to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father rose his head as well, he was not going to be out shown by a smart mouthed little girl who got knocked up to piss him off. "You will learn your place Bria or I will put you in it." It wasn't a threat, it was a promise and Bria knew it. It wouldn't be the first time he hit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do know my place and it isn't here," she moved to go towards the stairs but was grabbed roughly at the wrist by her father. She yelped and tried to wring it free from his grasp but she just wasn't that strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing she knew there was his other hand, coming to firmly backhand her across the mouth before her hand went over her face to cover the area, a sharp stinging sensation overriding any other senses she had. Pain. It was something she was used to but he'd never once hit her while she was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will get rid of this bastard child," he pointed to her stomach and she looked at him with disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was said firmly as he raised his hand again, hitting her harder this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then we will take care of it ourselves," he muttered as he brought his hand back and formed a fist, Bria didn't think he would actually do it. However he did which led her to doubling over on the floor. You'd think that would stop him from doing it, but it didn't. He kept up the actions. Once he was done he motioned the men to take her up to her room, where she laid there several hours lost somewhere in between pain and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night anger took her over though and as much pain as she was in, she shoved things into a small bag and slipped down the stairs to the back door, leaving. All the men were with her father, they never expected her to actually try and leave, therefore she was unguarded. She didn't use her cell phone, knowing that her father could very well have it traced. Instead, she went to a pay phone and dialed her brother, letting him know what happened and that she was going to go stay with a friend for a while until she felt better. Just for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she called Evie and waited for her to come and get her. Take her some place safe. She knew Evie wouldn't let anything happen to her. No one wanted to go up against her father. That was like waiting for a murder mob to come and shoot you dead. All Bria knew that there was never any going back now, she was in this for long haul. She was going to have this baby and she was going to be a damn fine mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bria Ciccone&lt;br /&gt;Original Character&lt;br /&gt;741 words</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justlikedaddy:4173</id>
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    <title>It's six am. What are you doing?</title>
    <published>2009-03-04T05:38:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-04T05:38:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everything was quiet in the house, Snake was sleeping peacefully and Bria had snuck out and gone to the guest house to gather Evie. They had plans and she needed her to completely pull things off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Evie, EVIE!" she poked her best friend in her side with a disgruntled mutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie stirred and opened on eye, glancing over at her and then stumbled out of bed. Thirty minutes, four cups of super sugarized coffee and peach rings later, they were on the mad dash of trying not to giggle too loud in case Snake would wake up. They were wrapping the final present and setting it on the table. Bria grinned, slipping into the silky red slip dress while Evie curled Bria's hair up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later she was slipping up the stairs, the smell of warm peaches accompanied by a tip toeing wife as she slipped into the bed, settling the pancakes with the peaches on the nightstand and wrapping an arm around her husband. She smelled of the peach lotion and spray he'd gotten her almost a month ago. She leaned down to place a kiss against his lips, which was wearing peach lip gloss. Everything peach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey baby, wake up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snake gave a grunt before the smell of peaches hit him and he opened his eye with a wide grin. "Morning baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday Snake." She smiled a bit and moved a little bit so he could catch the very thin strap of the dress fall from her shoulder. "Evie's downstairs, she's going to take care of the children for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snake Plissken realized he might be in heaven.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justlikedaddy:3976</id>
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    <title>justlikedaddy @ 2009-01-02T17:29:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-03T01:30:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-03T01:30:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The holidays were pretty damn good.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justlikedaddy:3836</id>
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    <title>justlikedaddy @ 2008-10-15T16:00:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-15T23:02:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-15T23:02:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm in the mood for jambalaya.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justlikedaddy:3423</id>
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    <title>justlikedaddy @ 2008-09-16T15:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-16T22:47:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-16T22:47:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh god here we go again...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justlikedaddy:3144</id>
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    <title>{ct} 3. Talk about something that you have no tolerance for in a relationship.</title>
    <published>2008-06-19T01:09:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-19T01:09:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;Patient: Briana "Bria" Ciccone&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Original Character&lt;br /&gt;WC: 200&lt;br /&gt;Partner: Snake Plissken &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name__call_me_snake_' lj:user='_call_me_snake_' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/_call_me_snake_/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;_call_me_snake_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no tolerance for chating, or abuse. You raise your hand to me? You are liable to get shot in the groin. I had enough of that shit and I've grown from it and won't become another man's punching bag. I'm over and done with that. It happens I cause as much pain as I can and I walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating? Is a big negative. I will castrate the guy and I don't know cut something off the woman, if it's another guy? I castrate both. Once someone is with me, that's who they are with. They are &lt;i&gt;mine&lt;/i&gt; and I really hate to share. Ask nicely then maybe, of course where I am now? I have no room to really talk but that's a special case. Still other then the one woman? He tries it with anyone else? He'll have one pissed off latina on his hands and he'll be helping me pack up me and the babies. And he cane wave goodbye, I'm not one of those stupid women that will forgive a guy if they cheat. They do it once and get away with it? They will do it again. I'm not playing that game.</content>
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    <title>A bit of time alone (For Snake)</title>
    <published>2008-04-29T02:19:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-29T02:19:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She was sleeping better then she expected she would be then again she did have Snake to thank for that. They'd been here for a bit now and Bria decided it was time they got to be alone. So what does she do? She calls her brat brother to come and take the babies, of course he shows up with Juno. She expected it and then went looking for Snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Snake baby?"</content>
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    <title>backdated to april 1st - The time has come. (open to anyone? LOL)</title>
    <published>2008-04-03T00:44:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-03T00:44:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">She was cleaning and setting things ready for dinner though something was off today. Every now and then she'd feel a pain and it made her stop and have to catch her breath. The pains weren't bad so she thought nothing of it and continued on her day. It wasn't until she went to reach for a glass to get some milk that things went bad. There was a sudden gush that made her freeze in place, oh that was not a normal everyday thing. She glanced down and muttered a bit, she'd have to clean this up yet at the same time she knew what that meant as well. SHe called out for anyone in nthe house as she went for the phone and dialed Snake at work.</content>
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    <title>Well then.</title>
    <published>2008-03-05T23:58:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T23:58:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellarity.us/in-bed"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hellarity.us/in-bed/quiz/gd.php?cost=1,148" style="z-index:55;" alt="bedroom toys" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8px; position:relative; left: -105px; top:9px;"&gt;Powered By &lt;a href="http://theirtoys.com"&gt;Adult Toys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Heh.</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T07:51:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T07:51:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="width:410; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;		&lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Type of Underwear Fits You? (Girls only!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PH/PHE/pheerme/1137028867_ooV-String.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek-a-Boo V-StringCan you say dangerous? Well you better learn to say it, because that's exactly what you are! You like to take risks and walk on the wild side. You tend to be EXTREMELY sexual, and can get turned on quite easily. Now not only is this a gift, but it can also be a curse as well. Men will take advantage of this as you get older, so be sure to keep them on their toes!Try a peek-a-boo V-string the next time you shop. It's dangerous, sexy, and you will feel very risky if you wear it to school. ;P&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/pheerme/quizzes/What+Type+of+Underwear+Fits+You%3F+%28Girls+only%21%29"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/pheerme/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=2567620"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justlikedaddy:1964</id>
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    <title>justlikedaddy @ 2008-02-01T17:40:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-02T01:40:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-02T01:40:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Stop the kicking. Good friggin god.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justlikedaddy:1751</id>
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    <title>justlikedaddy @ 2008-01-16T21:07:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-17T05:08:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-17T05:08:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Some men just need to be friggin shot and killed.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:justlikedaddy:1341</id>
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    <title>justlikedaddy @ 2008-01-10T11:49:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-10T19:50:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-10T19:50:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Idiot called. Wants me "home" safe.</content>
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    <title>justlikedaddy @ 2007-12-29T21:37:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-30T05:38:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-30T05:38:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a kickboxer training in my womb. Frigging Wonderful.</content>
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    <title>justlikedaddy @ 2007-12-20T22:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-21T06:14:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-21T06:14:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The morning sickness is the worst.</content>
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    <title>justlikedaddy @ 2007-12-14T19:25:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-15T03:26:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-15T03:26:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not sure I can do this on my own.</content>
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    <title>justlikedaddy @ 2007-12-14T19:24:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-15T03:24:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-15T03:24:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Soon I'll be waddling all around.</content>
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