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Post by Haya-Ji "The Hamster" on Sept 15, 2004 1:23:11 GMT -5
"Sir i will be ready for whatever comes along. I have things i can do that no one knows about. I am sure even you will be impressed..." *ticks*
"We can manipulate matter. We can cause internal organs to burst and flesh to tear apart. We can grind their bones to make our bread...yep yep yep."
"You will like that I am sure. Or did you already know about that?"
He gets a sadistic gleam in his eye as he thinks of fighting a longside Peter. And the other hunters. He can't wait. He just can't wait.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Sept 15, 2004 1:23:55 GMT -5
Linnea laughed.
"So, I guess that we should be getting back to work. I have some more clothes stashed somewhere if you want more. I'm gonna get my overalls and then we can get started with the primer."
(good night)
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 15, 2004 1:25:17 GMT -5
(that hit should've sent him flying, Zero is ten times as strong as your average linebacker!)
"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to get hurt. You are a valuable rebel." I state blandly, not showing my concern. Before I met Bassarov the life of one commoner wouldn't have made a lick of difference to me... Nowadays however...
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Post by Garret thingysure on Sept 15, 2004 1:25:23 GMT -5
(good night, linnea)
"Cool, let's get to work, doll!!"
I go to her room to see if she has any extra paiting clothes for me
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Devin
Senior Member
Green Party Writer
In suffering, bliss becomes all the clearer...
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Post by Devin on Sept 15, 2004 1:26:13 GMT -5
Without a destination, Devin walks through the streets of Helsinki. He sees many people walking around, doing their daily activities. Some were cleaning. Others were cooking foods behind windows in their shops. Still more were just walking down the sidewalk, headed to a destination of which Devin probably knew nothing about. It is in one of the shops he passes that he catches the sight of paper behind the dust covered glass. He decides that he needs something to write on.
He makes his way into the dusty old store. Behind the counter is an equally dusty looking man with a rather sour expression on his face. Devin looks around, every once in a while tapping the top of a stack of paper or binders, dipping his finger into history in the form of the dust that clings to his fingertips. In the far back corner opposite the door he entered through he finds what he is looking for. On a small shelf mounted on the wall are hand-sized notebooks, pefect for what Devin would use it for. He reaches out and pulls one off the shelf, the others tilting inward to fill the gap. It looked to Devin almost as though the other notebooks were trying to compensate for the absence of one they had known so long by trying their best to fill the gap...
Devin sets the notebook down on the counter in front of the old man, a small cloud of dust arising from when he set it down. The old man accepts Devin's work credits as payment without saying a word. Devin places his hand on the notebook to walk out with it, but before he can lift it off the counter he finds his hand held by the old man. He was looking at him with a serious expression, a strange sight from one so old as he.
"...Upon the page, your soul be written bare..." the old man said.
He stared intently into Devin's eyes a short time more before releasing his grasp on his arm. Devin slowly pulled the notebook off the dusty counter and walked out of the store deep in thought. He made his way home and sat on his bed, looking at the notebook, and thinking of the old man's words.
Devin closed his new notebook and set down his pen on the table by his bed, right next to his old ruined notebook. He placed his new notebook right next to the pen and sat looking at the scene deep in thought.
"My soul be bare..."
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Sept 15, 2004 1:28:02 GMT -5
"I am well aware of your abilities Haya. And I look forwards to seeing them in action. Your on leave until I issue new orders."
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Post by Tahti Punainen on Sept 15, 2004 1:32:27 GMT -5
(Yeah but I didn’t know which direction I was hit so I put to the ground.)
Oh... I’m fine I'm a lot stronger then most people think. I have Finnish blood in me, which makes me some what strong but still your strong I would wont to fight you.
Tahti laughed as he tapped her in the arm.
Beside I'm not a valuable rebel.. I'm just me in this world. Tahti good that you care for people it’s nice to.... Well I think it is to care and to have built something or changed from one thing to another. That's how we grow.... I guess
Tahti wasn’t smart or sly like his friends.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 15, 2004 1:37:35 GMT -5
"Every tool, no matter how minor, has it's use..." I suddenly go beet red. "I... I'm sorry if I offended you. What I meant to say is that even if you only play a minor part in the rebellion you are still useful. And we all have our strengths... I am a superhuman weapon, I am far stronger, tougher and smarter than any human, but I am not a leader." I look down at the rail and see a long dead rat up against the third rail. "Well it looks like we found our problem."
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Post by Haya-Ji "The Hamster" on Sept 15, 2004 1:39:22 GMT -5
(gotta go to bed. See you all laterz.)
"On leave? But i don't want to go. I want to stay and help. I...I..." *tick*
"We do not wish to desert you sir in such a time of peril. Even though we are not a full hunter yet we feel it best to protect those who are. We can not afford to lose such great warriors such as yourself. We would cry and cry and cry...we'd miss you sir. We must make sure the bad men don't get you...or the others."
"Reguardless I will do as you instruct."
He turns to go and frowns. He had wanted to prove himself. Then maybe Peter would notice h...her. Hed see she was devoted and cared. She would be able to be herself and not worry about having to hide anymore.
He shook his head.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Sept 15, 2004 1:40:21 GMT -5
"For an innocent man, you're awfully defensive Vossya."
I wink at him.
"But it's alright, I know other rebels have been using it since I know you don't play Counter Strike... Let me bookmark the anarchist's site for you, Wyrm does a good job at maintaining it."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 15, 2004 1:43:31 GMT -5
"Counter Strike? What is that?" Bassarov only does productive things at all times and has never heard of such a thing.
He goes to the computer and leans over the chair where Mischa is sitting.
"We should get a website. That anarchists have one." He suggests as he watches Mischa bring up the anarchist site.
"And we should make sure that ours is better." he adds
"I know competition is fruitless, but seriously...they are anarchists"
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Post by Tahti Punainen on Sept 15, 2004 1:44:29 GMT -5
Poor rat... Oh well.
Tahti said as he kicked the dead thing out of the way.
Problem solved.... but yeah I'm not really strong or really smart and have not good leadership about me. I think my charm might have gotten me place's.
Tahti sighs maybe not even his some what spark of charm helped. He was never optimistic when it came to himself.
(I have to sleep)
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Sept 15, 2004 1:45:46 GMT -5
Peter smiles and chuckles, "Detication to your work eh kid? Alright, if you really want something to do we can give you your first round of testing for advance Hunter Augmentation. You up for that? It's rather... difficult."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 15, 2004 1:47:15 GMT -5
"Listen Tahti, charm is a useful trait too. Now smoke your cigarette and try to feel more confident." I say. I have gone through several bouts of depression in recent months, and don't want to see anyone else go through it.
"Okay Tahti, go ahead and check the rest of the transformers on this cab, I'll check the ones in the next one. See you later." I say to him as I walk off the way we came from.
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Post by Tahti Punainen on Sept 15, 2004 1:50:49 GMT -5
All right....
Tahti said cheerfully. HE hated this way he was acting. HE rubbed his head and smoked the cancer stick.
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