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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on Apr 9, 2004 4:11:44 GMT -5
I see a white light, and in the white light, is a hand reaching out.
An angel..?
No, it's just Simona... A close second.
"Ahh, Simona... Sorry about that scene... agh.." I wince, still sore from the incident with Antero. She must have tended to my wounds.
I'm a little embarrased for her to see me like this, and I knew I was falling for her.
"I just... I..."
I take that back. Simona is an angel.
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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on Apr 9, 2004 4:12:23 GMT -5
"Dr. Simion is my mother," he says, opening his door, "And Trish used to come over all the time. Too bad she stopped coming, I like having her around."
Virgil's room is brightly colored, filled with reds of all shades. Silks, leather, cotton, and a dozen other materials make up everything but... everything is red.
Except the one flower above the fireplace (why he has a fire place god only knows) but it was yellow. A yellow rose.
"Bandages are back here. Sit down anywhere, I'll be back."
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Post by Raven on Apr 9, 2004 4:13:27 GMT -5
i float off the ground still . thank you genovia.... i glance around, then back at genovia hmm... you should get that cut checked... i would heal it, if i had healing powers... see ya. i sigh and fly into the air skimming the roof tops.
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Post by Simona Weil on Apr 9, 2004 4:15:40 GMT -5
"That was a fool move. It is not a good idea to cross Antero. But thanks for coming in. He can be a little rough with me at times." Simona smiles and sits next to him on his bed. Antero is out cold in the other room.
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Post by Antero Black on Apr 9, 2004 4:19:42 GMT -5
I dream dark dreams of a new black future. There are no rules and rulers. Destiny is an endless oblivion of freedom, no one stands above another. I dream of the black tomorrow I create a little every day.
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Post by Kaieka on Apr 9, 2004 4:20:40 GMT -5
I wait in his room, looking around at things as he disappears to retrieve the bandages. I approve of his color scheme. Red is my favorite color. Bassarov would also like it...
Bassarov. I have to get that man out of my head.
I suddenly feel very tired. I didnt' get any sleep last night, and what with the fighting and bloodloss...
I sit down on his bed. The cover is satin and it feels smooth and silky beneath me. I lay down. The pillows are down and soft, I feel like I am sinking right into a cloud.
I fall asleep in seconds.
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on Apr 9, 2004 4:20:45 GMT -5
"I know... I think that's why I like him so much... He's the evil that I wish I could suppress."
I look into her eyes. Every word she says is genuine.
"I'm glad you're alright Simona..."
I am suddenly filled with emotion. I don't know what has gotten into me. I wrap my arms around her, and squeeze tightly, as if fanning a flame in hopes that it'll get bigger.
I pull back, brush my hand across her cheek, gaze into her eyes and smile.
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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on Apr 9, 2004 4:23:00 GMT -5
Virgil comes back out with the bandages. "Kaieka? Where'd you..." he spots her, asleep.
"Hum, tired her out." He sits down on the bed beside her and starts bandaging her hand, trying to be careful to avoif hurting her. No reason to interrupt her sleep.
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Post by Simona Weil on Apr 9, 2004 4:27:22 GMT -5
"Sasha, maybe that is why I am attracted to him too. He is so opposite of me, yet I see an intensity in him that haunts me. But it hurts to love something so volitile."
Simona leans into Sasha, and strokes his long silky dark hair.
"Light longs for darkness. That is the paradox of my life. But in paradox we find truth."
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on Apr 9, 2004 4:33:52 GMT -5
Her words deepen the chasm between my lust for violence, and my passion for peace. The lust for violence slowly getting further and further away. She grabbed me by the shoulders, sprouted wings, and flew away with me. 'In paradox we find truth...', her words echoing in the canyon. This is the story of my life.
"Simona... What are you doing with someone so volitile? That old cliched saying of 'if you play with fire, you're going to get burned' applies here. Feathers are very flammable you know..." I joke cornily.
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Post by Misery on Apr 9, 2004 4:35:02 GMT -5
"Listen, this isn't right. You are one of those anarchists. Why can't you join Red Infinity again?"
I kiss Chaos.
"I have to go, you know, missions call. But we will talk again. Think about it."
I walk over to the Ministry of Terror.
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Post by Raven on Apr 9, 2004 4:37:11 GMT -5
i cross my legs and float indian style in the air. now what... i know peter has that girl.. so she is fine. the urusian is fine, even with the gash in her neck. and a bullet in her shoulder surely there is a girl that i could stay with all the time to protect.. then maybe i could finally choose a side in this war and not make everyone my enemy.... i stretch and look around. i wonder... no.. violet is strong enough. plus she has the dictator to protect her... i sigh and lay back staring at the sky
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Post by Simona Weil on Apr 9, 2004 4:40:37 GMT -5
"You couldn't understand. He needs me, like I need him. Day and night dance forever, they long for and are repelled by their differences. To love is to long and lack, to have and be full eternally. But we also desire from time to time sameness. You will understand. You can come to love him just as I do. You can love him through me." Simona kisses his forehead, she wants him to cherish this strange demon of destruction that is her man.
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Post by Antero Black on Apr 9, 2004 4:47:14 GMT -5
I get up, my head hurts. I hear Simona in the other room talking about me to Sasha. Yes, I am the dark massichistic messiah. The volitile prophet of the new age. She knows it, and she fears and follows it. And I follow her as well. Sasha, so confused, caught in the netherworld of light and dark, half man half woman, half violence half peace/
"You can live your lives in halves, but can not find balance in one person, Sasha."
He can not hear me. I listen from the other room. I feel no anger that she cares for him. Love is free.
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on Apr 9, 2004 4:56:07 GMT -5
My life has always been riddled with contradictions, and it's almost impossible to find a happy medium without having to compromise something huge. Simona sees things as though contradictions aren't counterposed, but necessary. I wish i could see things through her solemn, honest eyes. The same blood flows through Simona's veins. My blood also flows through Antero's veins, but Simona and Antero are different animals. Like star crossed lovers in a forbidden union.
"I don't know if I agree with you that contradictions are necessary. Two angels can be together just as well as a demon and an angel. The demon and the angel will constantly struggle between the sky and the earth, but the two angels can teach each other to soar higher than the other has gone before."
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