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Post by Sephos on Apr 13, 2004 0:11:01 GMT -5
Da'mn, Bassarov really does need help around here. There is a man making people dance with him, among other crazy happenings with the rebels. They just don't get it. This is a war. There is no time for going to movies and dancing, something needs to be done. I reach back and touch the handle of my pistol as my mind wanders.
"Bassarov, things are fu'cking crazy around here. I will do all that I can to help you out. We need to instill in this chaotic group a little discipline and actual ideology or nothing will be acomplished. We cannot hope to defeat the enemy if we are all tugging in different directions."
I put out my cigarette, which was almost burned up to my fingers. This group needs a lot of work.
"I am not much of a people person, I am used to being solo most of the time, but whatever you need me to do, I will do. I believe that we stand for the same things, comrade."
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Post by Chastity on Apr 13, 2004 0:17:40 GMT -5
I wake up in a strange room. It is white and sterile. I am hooked up to a monitor. There is no one in the room, but I can see nurses passing in the hallway. I feel disoriented. What happened? I remember shooting, and seeing people dying, and suddenly I was out in the street... and now I am here, in some sort of medical facility.
But where exactly is here, and how did I get here? I sit up in the bed, causing a pain as I pulled against my wires. Where is Peter?! They were trying to kill him. Is he... I close my eyes and pray for him, asking that he would be saved from harm.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 13, 2004 0:17:54 GMT -5
"This is what I want you to do Sephos. I think that we just need to talk to them, and tell them how we feel about things. Tell them about our political beliefs, then we should take to the streets, and do the same."
Bassarov watches the news from the TV hanging in the corner.
"In the meantime Sephos, I am writing a political newsletter, why don't you contribute a poem or two?"
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Post by Sephos on Apr 13, 2004 0:22:53 GMT -5
"Sure Bassarov. I will just sit for awhile with my little notebook and come up with something for your newsletter."
It might be a little harder to share political ideals with this raggletag group. They don't seem very focused, to say the least. But, it needs to be done.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 13, 2004 0:26:11 GMT -5
"Thanks Sephos, things get so crazy. I just need to take a walk or something, to get rid of all the stress. Care to join me?"
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Post by Sephos on Apr 13, 2004 0:33:21 GMT -5
"And escape the crazies? Sure, I'm game."
We walk outside of the building, away from the throng of ill assorted people. I feel much more at ease without all of the commotion. I pull out a cigarette and light it up.
"You know, Bassarov, with all the responsibilities you have, it's a wonder that you don't smoke. It really helps calm the nerves."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 13, 2004 0:36:11 GMT -5
"Ha, well...I have to live long enough to see the end of Red Infinity. Cancer is not revolution friendly. But I am pretty lame, so..yeah."
Bassarov and Sephos walk to the park, through groves of paper birches.
"I need a vacation. I went to Argentina with Kaieka once. That was a great time."
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Post by Sephos on Apr 13, 2004 0:39:36 GMT -5
"Yes, the infamous Kaieka, tell me a little about her. What happened between the two of you?"
The park is beautiful and peaceful, it is nice to be able to actually hear my own thoughts.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Apr 13, 2004 0:44:31 GMT -5
Peter arrives in Bejing in what he is sure is record time. The main offices are across town but he can't go there just yet. First there is stocking up to do.
He moves to a safe house under the basement of a noodle shop and prepares for what is likely a suicide mission, but then, all his jobs were.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 13, 2004 0:44:54 GMT -5
"After our trip to Argentina she was struck with amnesia. Then Mischa, my lost love wandered back into my life. That terminated the relationship. I really enjoyed my time with her, but we were two very different people. The relationship was doomed before it started. But it was fun. There was a lot of intensity. Something I don't have right now. I miss her though. She was the closest friend I had in a long time...and we went through a lot together." Bassarov explains.
The sky is grayish, it promises rain.
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Post by Brady on Apr 13, 2004 0:55:41 GMT -5
I stare at the ceiling, wondering if I am awake or asleep, either way it doesn't matter. Standing up I notice my computer is acting funny. I walk over to it and sit down in the chair. The computer shows a picture of a weird looking person. I get flung back into the wall, and as soon as I hit the wall, I wake up.
Getting up I walk to my sink and wash my face. I take a shower, now that I notice I have one.
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Post by Sephos on Apr 13, 2004 0:55:47 GMT -5
"It is too bad that a man had to get in the way of your friendship."
I take a long drag on my cigarette.
"But what will be, will be. Ah, the smell of iminent rain. It affects the senses."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 13, 2004 1:00:38 GMT -5
"I set time back to be with Kaeika, but I think I made things worse. LIF is more powerful than ever and is becoming a second threat to us. It is hard. I seem to make a lot of mistakes."
It sprinkles a little.
"I like the rain. It is cleansing."
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Post by Brady on Apr 13, 2004 1:02:31 GMT -5
I get out of the shower and grab a towel. I wipe myself down and change into my clothes.
I walk down to the first floor of the church and walk outside.
Brrr. I'm freezing. Probably because I just came out of the shower. I look around.
I need something to do. Hmmm. I glance to see if anyone is watching, then I play rock-paper-sissors with myself.
Rock, paper, sissors.
My right hand picks paper, and my left picks rock.
Yay!!! I win!! Awww... I lose..
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Apr 13, 2004 1:06:07 GMT -5
--Annabell--
Annabell woke up. It was dark outside. *I must've slept a loong time...*
Annabell jumped off of her bed, which woke up her pets. The salad dragon named Lettuce and the pudding glob Chocolate also jumped off of the bed.
Annabell looked around the room, which looked more like a hospital room. The little girl then noticed that Kisa's day clothes were strewn across the floor. Annabell shook her head in dissapproval.
She forgot to put them in the laundry...again...
Annabell picked up the clothes and walked around, trying to find the laundry room with her pets following.
Once she found it, Annabell dropped the clothes into the washing machine.
She then walked outside. She spotted an elf who looked strangly familiar.
Hey! Mr. Elf! The game you're playing looks fun!!
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