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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 18, 2004 23:30:19 GMT -5
Bassarov closes his eyes and bows his head.
"I know you want to be a friend to me, and to help me. If you want to help me Helene, then rejoin the rebels. That is where you are needed. I am here for them, and no, I am not tired of it. I am planning right now. I am not sure what our next move is, but rest assured, I am planning."
Bassarov looks up and faces her, he looks at her sternly and confidently.
"Return to the rebels, keep the movement alive."
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Post by Chastity on Jun 18, 2004 23:36:31 GMT -5
My hands drop from Peter's face as I look away from him. My eyes land upon a heart monitor and stay there, watching the light blink and beep as my pulse travels though wires and is displayed on a screen on the wall. How can it stay so steady?
"... I know... You would not be here if you didn't..."
My hands start to tremble as they lay in my lap. I interlace my fingers and place them under the blankets so as not to draw attention to them.
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Post by Swan of Tounela on Jun 18, 2004 23:41:07 GMT -5
"Well it could be sabotage, a lot of people have it in for the capitalists."
I shrug my thin pale arms and start washing off some sea birds with a bucket, sponge, and ivory soap.
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Post by Simona Weil on Jun 18, 2004 23:44:44 GMT -5
Antero brings us back to our apartment and everything feels pretty normal. It is good to have everyone together again. I get a strawberry kiwi shasta from the fridge and decide to call a meeting in our living room.
"So what's our next plan of attack?"
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Post by Katya on Jun 18, 2004 23:45:03 GMT -5
She is confused. She doesn't know what to think about it all. No one had seen her like that. And stayed around.
"Nigel...i can't believe...come. I would like to show you the opera house if i may. They know what i am there so i may clean myself and we can talk. I am a bit ashamed of my behavior Nigel. I need some kind of sophistication to regain myself..."
She smiles a bit. She felt so foolish.
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Post by Irvine Kinneas on Jun 18, 2004 23:45:06 GMT -5
I look at Simona, my gun on my lap.
Attack on who?
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jun 18, 2004 23:47:09 GMT -5
Peter glances at Chastity's trembling hands before she can cover them, feeling many emotions all mixed together. It's been too long, he doesn't know how to react to all this...
"Is it that suprising?" He askes after a moment, his voice slightly icy, "That I can still love? That after seven years of brainwashing and cold blooded murder that I still have a soul? It suprised me too. I made my peace with God long ago Chastity, but only now do I know what I have to do now."
He struggles to keep his face from looking angry. This is not the time for anger... he just can't seem to control all his feelings yet.
"I... I need to get another IV for you. I'll be right back." Peter stands and walks to the medical cabinet, mind racing.
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Post by Simona Weil on Jun 18, 2004 23:48:12 GMT -5
"I meant that figuratively, but the capitalists. Before we left for Beijing we were plotting against them. Did anything come of that?"
I turn to Cheap and Sasha for an answer.
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Post by Irvine Kinneas on Jun 18, 2004 23:50:44 GMT -5
Maybe we could take out their leader? I heard that Dinari was pretty injured. Maybe we could take his kid hostage or something.
I play with my gun's safety button.
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Post by Simona Weil on Jun 18, 2004 23:54:06 GMT -5
"Take his kid hostage, there's an idea. We could get some more money for ourselves in the process. We are completely broke since Antero spends our money on bombs. Great idea Irvine."
I sip my soda. I hate violence but hostage taking is different.
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Post by Alkonost on Jun 18, 2004 23:55:14 GMT -5
i look at swan. "... could be.... i just wish they did something else other the harm the enviroment along with it.... red infinty burnt down dinari's mansion... so it cant be them, nor would they want to since the ministry of enviroment is trying to protect it...."
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Post by Irvine Kinneas on Jun 18, 2004 23:58:33 GMT -5
Thank you, but please, * palindrome * Yawn a more Roman way.
I get up and I look through the fridge for some root beer.
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on Jun 18, 2004 23:58:54 GMT -5
"That's a good idea, Irvine. Dinari spends most of his time getting drunk and going after supermodels anyways, so it's not like this is going to be difficult."
I scratch my chin.
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Post by Swan of Tounela on Jun 19, 2004 0:00:55 GMT -5
"I can think of only one group that destructive...the anarchists...and they do have a vendetta against the capitalists. What should be done, Alkonost?"
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Post by Chastity on Jun 19, 2004 0:01:15 GMT -5
The heart beep blips on the screen, and my eyes follow its trail, turning only to watch Peter's back as it exits the room. The anger that I heard in his voice is soon forgotten as a wave of heat and light rushes through me, pushing me back onto the bed. I reach up my hand and press it to my chest, my eyes darting back to the monitor which leaps in an unruly zigzagging pattern.
The room in front of me, the monitor, the stark white walls, the curtain near the bed... it is all washed away in an instant as light fills my senses.
Through the light come figures, and soon I am watching a scene unfold before me. I see crowds of people standing in an open area, they are like the grass in a field. Suddenly, a woman with dark hair rises above them. Her eyes are the only characteristic of her face that are visible, but they are dark and full of hatred and all kinds of evil. She aims her hands at the people and they fall down in waves, collapsing onto one another... they are dead. Their bodies smolder and burn, some turn to ash and blow away. Men, women, children... all dead. Not one remains standing.
There is another flash of light, and I see the hospital room come into view once more. The heart monitor is back to normal. I am breathing heavily, covered in sweat... the burning has subsided for the most part. I close my eyes, feeling very worn out.
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- My Cat Silent Scope.
