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  <updated>2007-03-06T02:58:59Z</updated>
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    <title>background</title>
    <published>2007-03-06T02:58:59Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Betsy Braddock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When: April 14, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Where: Front office of the Scarlet Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Invited: none&lt;br /&gt;Status: closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="betsy"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two and half years ago, roughly, after the last time she was killed in NY, she decided that she was tired of dying and left the X Men forever. She was sitting at a restaurant out side of West Chester when she met Franklin D. Striker. They talked for what seemed liked hours. After which Mr. Striker then offered her a job at the Scarlet Butterfly as bodyguard and as personal assistant to the Manger of the club. He said someone with her talents, could be useful in the club. Betsy agreed and moved to Median. She currently also taught self defense and martial arts at the college part time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A year ago, The club got a new manger, Violet Bradbury. She was young, but Betsy, being the telepath she is, has seen the dark haired beauty’s haunted past. She knew that the girl who seemed to be as fragile as a reed was stronger then an oak tree. She now lived in the apartment building three blocks from the club, with the escorts and one floor below Violet’s.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, she was sitting down in the front office, preparing to interview the new potential escort. It was part of the job, but she loved what she did. Betsy had made a vow, even though Violet never had heard it, that nothing was going to hurt the blue eyed young woman with out going to though her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>My first journal entry</title>
    <published>2006-10-12T06:00:00Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Well, bar with me folks, it's my first entry. I hope no one's too harsh on me about it. Well, for those who don't know, I live in LA. I'm from Alaska, originally, Sitka to be specific. And yes, I'm aware that no ones ever heard of it.</content>
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