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Post by Cassinda "The Dove" on Sept 1, 2004 20:33:22 GMT -5
((I AM SORRY DANTE... BLAME 10TH GRADE FOR MY ABSENCE))
Cass sighs and enjoys the feeling being wrapped into a good persons arms. It had been a long time since she felt this safe with anyone other than Peter... it felt good.
-Enough politics... please? I just want this Hera to show up...-
After a few moments, Cass is mad.
-Grr... I knew I should've sent Bush looking for ANYTHING! He couldnt find weapons of mass destruction in the 2000's and he cant find jackshyt now!-
((Sorry, Republicans. I had to say it. And yalls convention SUCKED!!!))
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 1, 2004 20:45:50 GMT -5
"I don't smoke, but thank you Ivan. A part of me has been severed and I can not deal with the rebels right now. I want...I want Mischa to return. But I have hurt him to the degree that I feel it is impossible."
Bassarov gets up and sits on Kassenia's chair. He considers Clinton, who in his own mind was not a good leader but just another capitalist. However, Leon Trotsky was a womanizer and even Lenin cheated on Krupskaya.
"Sometimes people need to take time for themselves. That does not mean I am being selfish. I am just trying to...get everything back together inside of me."
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Post by Winter on Sept 1, 2004 20:50:48 GMT -5
I spot Samuel sitting in a chair int he lobby and walk over to him.
-"Hi! How was your day?"-
I ask sitting next to him.
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Post by Helene on Sept 1, 2004 20:52:47 GMT -5
Helene walks though some maple tree's in Canada.
They dont need me... I complicate their lives. Obviously Zero loves Bassarov... maybe not visa vera but...
And Lysander... I embarass my own son. He should really worship the ground my feet touch, considering my genes made him what he is... ungreatful, mean, rude, wonderful, sweet,beautiful brat...
Deetric... I love that man like air. I make things so hard for him... he doesnt need me. His life was perfect without me. But that date... the sex... everything... No... he will turn into another Relentless...
Helene ponders these things when she feels a sharp pain in her stomach. She should call for help but somehow, she knows not to. With that she heads back to her cave where she had been for a while...
~*Deetric. I am in Canada. Dont worry. I just wanted you to know something. I love you. Just you, only you. You mean the world and everything I live for, with the exception of my children, to me. You will see me soon. Bye love*~
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Post by Zex on Sept 1, 2004 20:57:41 GMT -5
"Let's go to the base and tell the rebels then, come on!!"
I start walking back towards the base. I really hope they believe me now that I have aliens to back me up.
After a while walking I get to the base and start looking for Bassarov
"Um...where the heck is he?"
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Post by Lawrence on Sept 1, 2004 20:59:24 GMT -5
Lawrence reaches the reble base. He looks through a window to see what everyone is doing. All the rebles were doing fine. Lawrence sat on the ground. He lays his head on the wall. *How am I soppose to come back if they think I betrayed them. They won't listen to me. They won't give a care in the world.* Lawrence wraps himself up with a coat that he bought a month ago. Lawrence close his eyes. His breath was cold.
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Post by Dante "the Vulture" on Sept 1, 2004 21:01:30 GMT -5
"Yeah, I wonder where she's gone off to... I never saw her after fighting Fei and eatin-... leaving her and going into the forest."
He couldn't say he'd biten Hera. He didn't know why he should care if she didn't like it, but he just couldn't tell her for some reason. He felt his stomach drop and suddenly felt empty and cold inside. He sighed lightly and sat up, taking Cass off of him and getting up.
"I've gotta go for a second, sorry." He said, walking back inside the base. He walked down eventually reached his room. He turned on his computer and took a bath while waiting for it to boot up. He walked out, put on some clothes and saw that he had an e-mail from Yuber. Now why would he... Dante blinked as he read the message. Hera had betrayed L.I.F.? That little... well, if Yuber was going to storm the Ministry of Terror, he'd need all the help he could get. Dante put on some jeans and a clean blue T-shirt. He walked out of his room, guns polished and good to go, with Vandetta sheathed, Rebellion out and on his shoulder and Merciless in its sheath, parellel to Vandetta. Well, if she was gonna run, she'd better run faster than this. Helsinki first to find Yuber, then on to Beijing and the Ministry of Terror with Yuber and probably Micheal, he was in Helsinki. Hopefully Virgil would be there, but he was dealing with Fei, so maybe it was to much to hope for. He walked along the hallways, whistling quietly and heading for the nearest teleportation booth.
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Post by H-008 on Sept 1, 2004 21:04:16 GMT -5
Seven is hungry. It has not fed in days.
Ineffective Red Infinity operatives, Seven thinks darkly.
It sits and stares at the wall.
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Post by Soren on Sept 1, 2004 21:12:26 GMT -5
Soren has been listening to the rebel conversation about rescuing some guy named Garret.
He looks at the nymph named Xillthara
"So what do you plan on doing, nymph?"
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Post by Cassinda "The Dove" on Sept 1, 2004 21:12:49 GMT -5
Cass pouts but says nothing. She lays flat on the grass and stares at the sky, tears forming in her eyes.
Alone again.
The second I said something about that tramp, he up and left. That is so unfair!
Tears or saddness and loneiness turn into tears of anger. Cass gets up, goes to her room and changes.
-Ill find this Hera b'itch myself...-
Cass changes into all black, shealths her weapons and walks to her car.
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Post by Xillthara on Sept 1, 2004 21:16:21 GMT -5
I look at Soren.........."I guess I'll go back. I mean.........I haven't seen him in years. It would be nice to go back." I smile.
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Post by Soren on Sept 1, 2004 21:17:58 GMT -5
"So let's just take you to him and get this over with. I hate all this d**n procrastination."
Soren looks at everyone then stands up. He walks over to Xillthara and grabs her by the arm.
"Where is this Relentless person now?"
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Bart
New Member
Capitalist King?
Hey, how about we don't fight here? Innocent people could get hurt, y'know.
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Post by Bart on Sept 1, 2004 21:18:22 GMT -5
Bart merrily walked down the side walk with Sigurd and his servants, laughing at a joke from Sigurd. He looks over and sees that the rebel base is in sight. He nods to himself, this artist was supposed to be extremly good. He hoped to get the chance to talk to her, he liked art. He laughed at another joke then stopped cold when he saw the same guy from before, the one that had beaten up Steve Fox. He walked slowly forward, then continued on as if it was nothing. He wanted to cuss this guy out, beat the crap out of him and make him talk, tell him where Steve was. Probably the Ministry of Terror with Dinari. Bart sighed as he walked into the through the front doors and looked around. Not bad, not bad at all. It could have done with a bit of touching up here and there, but there was a certain charm to the place. He looked around and saw the painting, gasping involentrily at the art work, skill, and undoubtly the hardship that went in to making this master piece. It didn't look finished, but still, it was breath taking.
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Post by Ivan T. Boomstar on Sept 1, 2004 21:19:02 GMT -5
Ivan chuckles. "Hehe, it doesn't matter either way. The real test was seeing if you'd take the cigarette. The cigarette is the easy way out. Just from a simple gesture like that, I can tell you're going to make things hard for yourself. Not much I can do to change you," says Ivan. He continues to inhale the smoke.
"Sometimes we've gotta make sacrifices. We need to make sacrifices to fulfill our roles. But why do we fulfill our roles in the first place if it goes against what makes us happy? Because deep down, what makes us happy is fulfilling our roles. We just don't know it because we're too blinded by our own ambitions. Therefore, sometimes you've gotta make sacrifices to be happy. Cigarettes make me happy, even if it's only for a moment. I'm making the ultimate sacrifice for my happiness, and that's my life. Someday, my own passion will be the death of me. But that's how it is with everyone. We're all going to die. It's making the most of the time we're given that really makes us happy. I think you know as well as I do that taking some time off to think isn't going to accomplish anything." Ivan's cigarette runs out.
"You see that. Just like all good things, it doesn't last. It's gone just like the one before it. I can smoke as many of them as I want, but it doesn't mean any of them are going to stay. The cigarette will disappear, leaving me with a little less of my humanity. It's a vicious cycle. You know, you try so hard to fill a void within your heart that you end up hurting those around you. Nothing is going to fill the void. You can try to plug it up with an occasional encounter, but all they'll do is make the hole bigger when you pull them out. The only way you're gonna fix it is if you can sew it back all on your own. No one can fix it for you." Ivan looks at him again.
"I bet that cigarette looks better and better every minute."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 1, 2004 21:26:02 GMT -5
Bassarov sits and thinks for a moment. He does not feel comfortable having someone try to help him.
He would rather figure things out on his own, or just find some women to make the chaos of it all disappear.
"There are few things that I indulge in. This has always been my vice,and my comrade dealt with it. But why now is he so jealous."
Bassarov knows the answer. He has been with many people he didn't love. This is no threat to Mischa, but he does love Zero Americanski.
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