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Post by Ivan T. Boomstar on Sept 21, 2004 21:16:46 GMT -5
Ivan sets the bags down where she told him to and watches her laying on the bed.
"Well, all set. So, do I get a reward for being so helpful?" asked Ivan with a half sarcastic chuckle.
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Post by H on Sept 21, 2004 21:17:48 GMT -5
"So you are pregnant? You seem very young. Much younger than myself and I could never handle that. It would kill me. But you seem happy, so I hope the best for you."
I smile, but can't help but feel a little bad for her. I guess I am not that strong a person. I could never go through what she is going through.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 21, 2004 21:17:51 GMT -5
"I thought you would... Thank you. And I don't plan on changing my dressing habits... This is a bit drafty. I'm just dressed like this to make you happy." I gently kiss Bassarov, and hug him tightly.
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Post by Yuber on Sept 21, 2004 21:20:53 GMT -5
((Okay, sorry girls, but Peter's been nagging me, so: laddy daddy da, we had a great time, whatever.
I'm gonna move Micheal, Dante, and myself to Bucharest and get this done with already.))
Mr. Johnathan H. Smith sat in the lobby of the Ministry of War in Bucharest, glancing at the guards in the room and the secretary as well. He walked to the desk and smiled at the secretary.
"Hello, I'm Johnathan Smith, I called earlier with an apointment?" He made it a question. The woman nodded. "I'd would like to see Ms. Hera Peacedove, I'm an old friend and we have some important busniess to discuss. So, could you please call her up?" He smiled again as the secreary nodded and picked up the phone. He heard her call to Hera's ffice, saw that verything was good, and sat down in a nice comfy chair.
Micheal and Dante were back in a hotel room, only to be used if Plan A and B didn't work. But, of course, Plan B never worked, so it was good that they were nearby.
It was strange, but fortunate, that such an important Ministry would be out here in the middle of nowhere, and even kmore fortunate that his disguise was perfect. He didn't know where they came from, but whoever made Peter's nanomachines was to be complimented. He only had to ajust them slightly, they were an almost perfect match.
Now, if only Hera were to show up, he could get back to the Berlin Base.
As he had suspected, the aliens had been complete idiots and Virgil had been the perfect defense. Peter was indeed an increditible military mind.
If you were going to come at someone, come quietly, one of the first rules of combat. The aliens apparently hadn't figured that out quite yet, how sad.
He looked at his watch and adjusted his glasses. He looked like any other respectible busnies man inside Red Infinity. His hair combed back, a nice black suit, and all of the papers he needed to be official about this. The perfect disguise is what this was.
((btw, this is a post to you, Hera))
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Quana
Senior Member
Ursarian Anarchist
No thanks. I'd rather rule myself. Duh! Thats why I am an anarchist!
Posts: 83
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Post by Quana on Sept 21, 2004 21:21:36 GMT -5
Quana sits up and smiles.
Sure you do... Ill take you do brunch. Let me change first.
She strips off her shirt and starts rummaging through a bag.
What do you think I should wear?
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 21, 2004 21:23:11 GMT -5
Bassarov kisses her, but knows he can not stay long to finish what they were doing earlier.
"You are very attractive. I really like the outfit though. It makes you look even better."
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Post by LuLu on Sept 21, 2004 21:23:39 GMT -5
Lulu laughs. "It is a little rough. But I'll handle it." Lulu smiles. She sees Linnea at her apartment. "Linnea!" Lulu says.
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Post by H on Sept 21, 2004 21:27:00 GMT -5
"I'll talk to you later, Lulu. I am going to walk around town." I leave Lulu to find other rebels
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 21, 2004 21:28:57 GMT -5
"Thank you... I know we can't make love now, I just wanted to give you an idea of what's to come..." I sigh and step back. "We must go on a date sometime. I want to go to the symphony with you."
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Post by Hera on Sept 21, 2004 21:30:04 GMT -5
After looking over some files on the anarchists, I go to my office. I am told that a stranger is there to see me, so I let him into my office.
"Oh what can I do for you?"
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Post by Ivan T. Boomstar on Sept 21, 2004 21:31:32 GMT -5
"Nothing. It's the way we were created.... bare, unrestrained, beautiful."
Ivan slowly walks toward Quana.
"I never really liked brunch much, but I'm a big fan of dessert....."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 21, 2004 21:32:10 GMT -5
"I will take you to the symphony once the base is complete. Now I have to go do some planning with the other socialists, but I will come by later and maybe we can finish what we started..."
Bassarov kisses her quickly and rushes to the door.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Sept 21, 2004 21:33:58 GMT -5
"Thank you..." I call out. I immediarely change back into work clothes and head down to the subway. I want to finish as soon as I can now.
Suddenly I feel a dark presense, almost as if... No... That's impossible!
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Sept 21, 2004 21:36:08 GMT -5
Bassarov leaves Zero and heads out to find Tahti, Miquel Guevarra, Andrew, or Mischa. He really needs to start rebuilding the party. He has talked about it but nothing has come of it.
"I need to be a better organizer." he says to himself
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Quana
Senior Member
Ursarian Anarchist
No thanks. I'd rather rule myself. Duh! Thats why I am an anarchist!
Posts: 83
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Post by Quana on Sept 21, 2004 21:39:18 GMT -5
She still has her back to him and finds a nice outfit. She ignores the naked comment. She thinks he is joking.
Last time I checked, Brunch is before dessert, you know? Man, I feel stiff.
She streches straight up again, letting her skirt fall.
Whats your favorite food, anyways? Ive always liked French toast.
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