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Post by Janele on May 21, 2004 13:14:31 GMT -5
I giggle as he kisses me on the head. I smile. Sure. Going swimming sounds fun. I haven't been in years. I wonder if I even remember how? I shrugg and smile again.
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Post by Chastity on May 21, 2004 13:15:37 GMT -5
Peter and I do not talk as we sit on in the sleep car of the train. He sits like a statue on his chair as I look out the window at the scenery passing by. The trees and buildings pass by, ever moving out of view, while the clouds in the sky remain a constant, fixed in the heavens above us. It reminds me of how things are here, on Earth, how they are ever changing. The one true constant lies someplace higher up. We can only gaze at it from our place here in the inconstant world, seeing it as we see the clouds... far off and unattainable.
I decide to get some sleep as the train travels over the landscape on its way to Paris. I lay down on the cot and pull the thin blue blanket over top of me. I listen to the clickity-clack of the wheels as they move over the track, heading toward our destination. The noise is almost soothing in it's pattern, causing my mind to be folded into its sound as I am lulled to sleep.
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Post by David Lee on May 21, 2004 13:17:58 GMT -5
i smile and hand her the bottle, i transform and let her get on, i start running towards the south, glad she wasnt mad i kissed her. ".... so when was the last time you went swimming?". i slow down some, but we'd still get there inless then five minutes
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Post by Janele on May 21, 2004 13:21:53 GMT -5
I sneak some of the champaine. I look down at him while sitting on his back indian style. Couple years ago. But I don't think I remember how though. I was all caught up in training.... hightening my powers. I bite my bottom lip, but then take another drink of the champaine with a shrugg.
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Post by David Lee on May 21, 2004 13:24:10 GMT -5
i glance back at her seeing ehr drink the champain from the bottle. i look ahead again, a metal satchel appears on my side, "you can put the champain in there. if it is a trouble holding while riding on me.... dont want you to fall off"
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Post by Sephos on May 21, 2004 13:27:02 GMT -5
The funeral ended rather abruptly.
I help with the cleaning, stacking wood and other pieces of the small church into piles as Bassarov talks about building a new rebel base. He seems very fired up. Looks like an attack was just what he needed to take his mind off of his own problems and get them back on the plight of people against the government.
I wipe sweat off of my forehead, it is hard work heaving boards. The dust is swirling around, sticking to the sweat. I strip off my dark overshirt and throw it in a corner, my black tank top serving me much better in the warmth of working.
Man! I f'ucking need a cigarette.
I hope that nobody messes with me. I think that on nicotine withdrawl, I would not be a very fun person to have to deal with.
I miss Mischa. He would have had a cigarette.
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Post by Janele on May 21, 2004 13:27:27 GMT -5
I look at him and frown knowing that he wanted me to stop drinking the champaine. Oh all right. I will put the champaine up. I pout alittle. I lay down on his back looking at the ground.
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Post by David Lee on May 21, 2004 13:30:55 GMT -5
i smile. ".... you like that too much..., oh well you can have some when we stop...". a few minutes later i slow to a stop and let her got off, the satchel closed, i transform still having it on me. i grin as my hand appears to reach into it and it disappears. i open it and drink some then hold it out to janele. "... just some.. i dont want you to drown while we swim"... 'but i wouldnt mind giving you cpr...'. i shake my head slightly and look at her
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Post by Janele on May 21, 2004 13:34:55 GMT -5
I smile at him. I grab the champaine and drink the rest of it. I grin at him. No more left now. I took the rest. My grin grows wider. I look around at the scenery. The bushes and tress cascading over the lake. So.... beautiful.
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Post by David Lee on May 21, 2004 13:36:46 GMT -5
i shook my head... "... janele... your an alcoholic you know that". i smile and the look at the lake... "so are we going?"... i glance at her, not sure if this was a good idea
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Post by Janele on May 21, 2004 13:39:34 GMT -5
I look at him with a pout. I cross my arms over my chest. I am not. I look at him and then at the lake. Yeah. I walk to the edge of the lake, putting my toes in it to see its temperature.
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Post by David Lee on May 21, 2004 13:41:57 GMT -5
i look at her. "umm janele... i probably should have mentioned this earlier.... but we only have one pair of cloths with us.... and if we get them wet, we'd catch a cold...". i glance around alittle, thinking of how to say we had to swim without cloths if we were to go swimming
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Post by Janele on May 21, 2004 13:45:26 GMT -5
I turn my head to him. Oh. So when has that ever stopped me. I take off my clothes and walk in. I swim around and float in the center, only my head above the water.
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Post by David Lee on May 21, 2004 13:48:09 GMT -5
i look at her alittle shocked that she just got undresed that easily.... i took off my cloths and got in, it was alittle cold but i was getting used to it. i look at her, the water was crystal clear.... i look away blushing some. i lean back and then look at ehr agian, i grin. "...your supposed to get your head wet too". i smile i didnt get my head wet yet. i splash her with some water and grin
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Post by Janele on May 21, 2004 13:50:12 GMT -5
I gasp and look at him acting like I was mad. I splash some water on him then swim under water behind him. I come up and dunk his head down into teyh water. i grin triumphantly.
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