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Post by Silver Crystal on Aug 26, 2004 21:45:55 GMT -5
Silver rubs the back of her head.
Heh... okay. Do you want me to drive you home?.. or where ever you're staying.
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Post by LuLu on Aug 26, 2004 21:51:19 GMT -5
((It was 4 weeks?! I thought it was 2. Nele, see what marching does to you. But Nick said Seblember or whatever))
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Post by LuLu on Aug 26, 2004 21:54:12 GMT -5
I smile..."I think it was Beijing. If I remember correctly."...I grin.
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Post by Devan on Aug 26, 2004 21:56:35 GMT -5
"Wathever. So right now we are in Helsinki. Hmm..." Devan found a phone booth. "Ever used a phone booth for transportation before?" Devan walked up to the phone booth. He looked at Lulu.
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Post by Janele on Aug 26, 2004 22:04:04 GMT -5
-¥-OOC: No. Started 9th, tomorrow 27th. Around 3-ish weeks... -¥-
Janele walks into the kitchen. She stretches her arms, getting ready to cook.
She walks over to the cabnets and takes out all of her supplies and ingredients.
Janele carries them in her arms over to the rolling table and then lets out a heavy sigh. "I wonder if I could get some one to help me?" She says groaning.
She walks over to the other side of the room and grabs some pots. She sets them on the stove and turns on the heat.
Janele then goes back to the rolling table and begins to prapre the food, to cook it.
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Post by LuLu on Aug 26, 2004 22:08:53 GMT -5
"Umm...no. I have my wings...I fly." ((sound like GM?))
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Shion 'Tec' Uzuki
Senior Member
Spy/Computer Ace
"Riah, I don't remember ever putting that into your programming."
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Post by Shion 'Tec' Uzuki on Aug 26, 2004 22:16:26 GMT -5
"Err..." Shion sees Hera run away so she follows her. "What are we going to do now? Those attacks didn't even harm him. Maybe we should just leave it up to some stronger person. I'm good with computers, not fighting some gaint gear thingy."
Shion says putting a hand on her hip and looking at Hera.
((I hope this is right. ^^; ))
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Post by Devan on Aug 26, 2004 22:18:30 GMT -5
((Gm? Gaming? No.))
"Yeah I guess. I haven't flied for months anyways. I've always used these new and weird kinds of machines." One of the machines he was talking about was the phone booth. Not only was it a calling booth, but it was also a teleportation booth. Devan felt like he was taking care of a kid. "Let's just get this over with." Devan crossed his arms and floated off the ground. Devan didn't care about the people that were looking at him float.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Aug 26, 2004 22:18:34 GMT -5
Linnea feels his tongue on her lips as she giggles. She leans into him as he kisses her, she's never felt anything so good.
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Post by Riku on Aug 26, 2004 22:48:14 GMT -5
((*blinks*... where do you get teleportation from phone booth?....the teleporation booth is completely different then a phone booth))
i sigh, ... yea, alright... see you later.... i lean back and sigh again, i wasnt worried that much, i could tell if she was in danger through my necklace that i gave her. i reach up and feel the cold gem of the necklace she gave me. ...hmm, what do to while she is gone.... . i frown slightly ... and nothing comes to mind,... god, i need a life.... i sigh and sit up to think
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Post by Zinn on Aug 26, 2004 22:49:10 GMT -5
Zinn carries a large pile of books to a table. She finds herself thinking of the future. Not the far off, anarchist future she usually thinks about, but her own future. Zinn has her favourite authors in her pile, and a few others that she's always wanted to read.
Palahniuk, Vonnegut, Chinua Achebe, Asimov, and many others. She has a few short story collections, as well as some cook books. Zinn never really bothered learning to cook, but she figures that since she has the means now, she might as well. It's always nice to learn a new skill.
Being surrounded by books like this is heaven. She leaves the books on the table and goes over to a shelf labeled 'contemporary writers' before she begins to read. She notices a few of her books and essays. Of course, they are only texts printed off of the internet, copied and stapled together. Zinn wishes she could really get her books published. Of course, it's impossible, and a frivilous idea at that, but she fancies it all the same. Zinn picks up some poetry by the poet Sephos. She has always wanted to meet Sephos. Her poetry manages to be jagged, emotional, and eloquently political simultaniously. It's quite a feat. Perhaps she will ask Bassarov if he knows her. She seems like such an interesting person to have lunch with or something.
Zinn returns to her table and begins to read.
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Post by Matsumura on Aug 26, 2004 22:49:14 GMT -5
"Well, we can go back. But first off, there is someone I would like to meet. I have heard many things about Valodya Bassarov. I would like to meet him. I think he could help me out. I need some regular clothes and an ID. He is a powerful rebel and I think he could get this done for me. Would you please accompany me? I would very much appreciate your company. You give me strength," said Matsumura.
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Post by LuLu on Aug 26, 2004 22:53:01 GMT -5
I float off the ground and smile..."Think you can keep up?"...I laugh as I fly off.
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Post by Lazy Devan on Aug 26, 2004 22:53:51 GMT -5
( Hmm than my bad. I read redinfinity operatives using a phone booth for teleportation. Don't remember when that was but I still remember.. But wathever.)
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Post by Helene on Aug 26, 2004 22:56:15 GMT -5
Helene closes her eyes and lets Deetric's hand work on her stiff muscles.
-Hm... yes... mid-December is perfect. What day, exactly?-
She takes one of his hands and kisses it.
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