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Post by Grove on Jul 12, 2004 0:32:21 GMT -5
((Yes. It was very unfortunate that the political discussion was lost. I got to read some of it and it was quite good.))
Grove stands and walks up to Roane, a weak smile on his face.
"Well... All we can do is wait for the others to bring back Tovio. I got here too late to help out with that."
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Post by Void on Jul 12, 2004 0:34:09 GMT -5
I nod. "I understand perfectly, and would be happy to join your group."
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Post by Sephos on Jul 12, 2004 0:37:55 GMT -5
The song ends and I see that Mischa has gone back to the bar and is having another shot.
"You're not done dancing altogether are you? You had some pretty sweet moves." I laugh and give him a light punch in the shoulder.
Jack and Meg say something about the next song being their last. That's too bad. I love their music. I dig in Mischa's pocket again and pull out another cigarette.
"I'll have to owe you for these."
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Post by Spirit of Autumn on Jul 12, 2004 0:39:15 GMT -5
Since I don't have a mission and everyone is on standby for Louhi, I go to the green house at the Ministry of the Environment. I see they have done a wonderful job cultivating the periwinkle plants that I brought them. This cheers up my mood. Soon I can take them to the Ministry of Health where they will be turned into medicine.
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Post by Set on Jul 12, 2004 0:40:23 GMT -5
((Wonderful, I have no idea where anybody is, but I'll take a guess...))
I stand outside of Violet's house, lurking in the shadows and watching for movement.
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Post by Swan of Tounela on Jul 12, 2004 0:42:08 GMT -5
"Let's face it Alkonost, Vaara is gone. She would have been back by now. Let us leave this place and continue our search." I turn into a swan and fly out Vaara's bedroom window.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jul 12, 2004 0:46:06 GMT -5
I feel as though I've reached my limit on alcohol for the evening, and turn to Sephos.
"I'll put it on your tab. And no, I'm not done dancing, I just needed to whet my whistle. I wonder what song they're going to play next."
I down the shot, and leave the glass on the bar.
"And I'm not one for dancing, but we did do a little in the army. I'm a much better singer, and I'm not even that good at that."
It's been so long since I've been able to barhop with somebody, Valodya not drinking puts a big damper on our social life...
The White Stripes start up again.
"Oh man, I love this song!"
I grab Sephos by the wrist and drag her to the dance floor.
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Post by Genovia on Jul 12, 2004 0:46:36 GMT -5
I lay in bed still unable to move. D'amn I hate this weakness. Where is Otavius..who promised me strength...who promised a liberator to our race.....
"Any god out there, any one of you...hear my prayer I want to be great and strong so I can avenge my ancestors."
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Post by Lady Violet on Jul 12, 2004 0:49:50 GMT -5
"It is a pleasure to meet you Var. So, how did you meet Hikari, tell me a little about yourself." I am always friendly, but I must be careful. Even young children can be rebel spies. She seems innocent enough though.
I sit on my sofa and listen to what Varsha has to say.
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Post by Aofe on Jul 12, 2004 0:54:52 GMT -5
I leave Kaieka and Illidan without any answers. I turn invisible and vanish into the night mist. I wonder if there is another Green Party for me to join. I was a member of the Irish Green Party but they were disbanded. Most of us were arrested and some of us were killed.
It is a shame to be in a world like this. A world so full of suffering. But I know that somewhere there are others like me who want to change things.
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Post by Hikari on Jul 12, 2004 0:56:14 GMT -5
I grin as the two talk and excuse myself with a bow. I walk to the guest room and knock, since nobody answered i let myself in. I looked around but then tripped on something, or rather someone. I fell on my head on the floor with a small "owww".
I looked at Doreamon and rolled my eyes. I shake him until he wakes up. I smile brightly and bow.
"Hello Doreamon! Had a nice sleep" I say this with a big grin.
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Post by Sephos on Jul 12, 2004 0:57:00 GMT -5
"Whoo!" I yell as he pulls at my arm and drags me back to the dance floor. He isn't usually agressive like this. I am used to the passive, Bassarov-tag-a-long Mischa, so this is quite new.
"You're like a tiger!" I yell above the din of the music, "Must be the alcohol! I don't know if you can handle it."
I start to dance along to the music, whilst trying to smoke my cigarette. With all of the alcohol in my own system, I am finding it difficult to multitask. What results in the end is a smoking girl, quasi bobbing along with the beat.
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Post by Chaos on Jul 12, 2004 0:58:31 GMT -5
((Not as good as my other one but...it gets the message out))
Chaos continues his walk still in his disguise but what a disguise it is! (look at the signature for Chaos every day person disguise he is not so good at normal) He was bored. Sure the ATM was fun but he needed something else now. He had been in a sour mood all day. He looked ahead of him and smiled. He had the perfect idea for fun.
Since he had been abandoned and forgotten by his family and his girlfriend he had decided to erase his feelings. He had memories but it was as if they were someone elses. He had some feelings though...hate, anger and contempt. He felt all of this for Simona and the anarchists who forgot about him and anger to Misery who had abandoned him. After what he had tried to do. So he had not civilised feelings anymore. He had become what he was before...a long time before. When he had been part of Red Infinity.
He continued on and walked through the automatic doors of one of Capital cities great malls. It was the very same one that he and Dinari had fought in so long ago. He took the escalator to the second floor and entered a store called Brookstones. They sold all manner of automatic devices.
He watched as a woman sat in a massage chair he then laughes as three men had to help her get out of the chair as the device began to roughly toture her. When she was finally pulled free deep purple bruises already had begun to form. He then looked to a man who was soaking his feet in a foot spa. Moments later the man pulled his feet out with a scream of pain, his feet red and covered in 3rd degree burns.
Chaos was still bored. He went on up to the 5th floor and looked at all of the people who had decided to shop that particular day. He almost pitied them...almost.
All of a sudden the automatic doors snapped shut. One unfortunate man had been trying to pass through and got cut clean in half. Chaos smirked as the screams of the mans young daughter reached him...and with the aide of the security camera Chaos could see the child holding fast to the mans limp hand as half of him slid down the glass.
Attn shoppers. Thank you for being the capitalists sheep this evening. Thank you for coming to this place and using you hard earned money to fatten the pockets of the oppressors and the pigs. Thank you for taking money that you could help others with and using it to buy some piece of crap that makes other capitalists have more. Thank you for helping them create a world in which no one but those with power and money can win. ANd most importantly thank you for giving me a reason to end your sorry lives. If any of you should live tell your friends and kin just what capitalism did for you today. Thank you and enjoy your deaths!!
At that moment Chaos raised his arms and looked to everyone around him. Electricity sparked as his eyes glowed white. He knew exactly where to start. He began to manipulate the escalators making them moove at break neck speeds throwing people every which way.
But then...he took control of the elevator and caused it to race to the top floor of the building. just as it was about to hit the top floor he made it screetch to a halt. Only when he had heard sighs of relief and mild laughter did he cut the power to it completely and cause it to go crashing to the ground floor....
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Post by Melinda Wollstonecraft on Jul 12, 2004 0:58:48 GMT -5
I go to Cafe in Iceland and I see Garret thingysure. I walk over to Garret and sit down on lap to crush him, since I like crush.
"Garret, you here now, that super. Let's drive back to my mansion house and write songs, yes?" I smile and order a soy milk. I do not like milk from cow.
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Post by The White Stripes on Jul 12, 2004 0:59:24 GMT -5
we look over the crowd, and start to play. we didn't really have a set list, but meg always knows where i'm going when i start to play.
there's no home for you here girl, go away
there's no home for you here
i'd like to think that all of this constant interaction
is just the kind of make you drive yourself away
each simple gesture done by me is counteracted
and leaves me standing here with nothing else to say
completely baffled by a backward indication
that an inspired word will come across your tongue
hands moving upward to propel the situation
have simply halted
and now the conversation's done
there's no home for you here girl, go away
there's no home for you here
i'm only waiting for the proper time to tell you
that it's impossible to get along with you
it's hard to look you in the face when we are talking
so it helps to have a mirror in the room
i've not been really looking forward to the performance
but there's my cue and there's a question on your face
fortunately I have come across an answer
which is go away
and do not leave a trace
there's no home for you here girl, go away
there's no home for you here
waking up for breakfast
burning matches
talking quietly
breaking baubles
throwing garbage
drinking soda
looking happy
taking pictures
so completely stupid
just go away
there's no home for you here girl, go away
there's no home for you here
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