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Post by Allen on Oct 22, 2004 23:03:47 GMT -5
i sniff the air and catch megs scent, i grin and glance at her as she enters the room. "... so, your turning lesbian?.... or did your so called boyfriend want you to get to know a female for another time....".i grin agian, i loved taunting her.
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Post by Kallen on Oct 22, 2004 23:15:48 GMT -5
(Ok i would just like to vent a bit and voice my displeasure about something. The only reason i asked that Kallen be imprisoned was a plan i had come up with, with Kaieka to bring her back in the body of Kassenia through channeling of spirits...now it seems Kaschei already brought her back so i will not have Kallen stay in the dungeons for an overly long time. I only had her imprisoned for that plot purpose only and it was null and void after Kaieka was brought back...grrr)
Kallen struggles within her bonds. She looks at either side of her. All she sees is a blackness. She concentrates and see vague blurs of light. But nothing defined at all. She looses her concentration and all goes black again. She begins to cry softly. She can not see and can not use magick of any sort. She feels more lost than ever.
The tears fall down her face and she wipes them away with a shackled hand.
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Post by Allen on Oct 22, 2004 23:30:43 GMT -5
my eyes follow her for abit and i frown. "then agian... maybe i was wrong.... perhaps you will be the one to cheat on your .... boyfriend...". i grin and sit down.
"so, whats the dog going to do?. go roll over in a corner... or perhaps a grave...."
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Post by Lady Violet on Oct 22, 2004 23:57:51 GMT -5
I return to my office, and everything is much the same as I left it. I lock the door and sit behind my desk.
"I feel....alone again."
I think of the men I have been with and how when I get this feeling I go out searching for some male to please me. They oblige because of my power. Yet, there is always some void.
I wish Hikari would return. Maybe I just need some friends. Something is missing.
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Post by Aung San Suu Kyi on Oct 23, 2004 0:07:01 GMT -5
((I will fix that Kallen))
I go down to Kallen's cell and unlock it.
"Your crimes against the government are not so great that we can arrest you at this time. We will just be watching you. You may leave, you have been granted clemency by the Ministry of Peace."
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Post by Chai Ling on Oct 23, 2004 0:10:57 GMT -5
I look up at the machine, and pay attention to rumors of reading poetry to the machine.
"Would that actually work?" I wonder to myself.
The others seem to believe so. I stand quietly by,listening to the different solutions being presented.
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Post by Kallen on Oct 23, 2004 0:12:06 GMT -5
((Thank you. I am sorry if i sounded pregnant dogy but there was more i had to deal with at my parents home when i went over there to do clothes so i was detained longer. So i could not get online till late.))
Kallen gets up and walks out of her cell. She is escorted out of the building and left alone. She is blind and knows not where she is. She feels around and stumbles. She hits the ground with her fists in frustration and hears a few snickers from onlookers.
She is embarrassed and very alone. When she was released they gave her back her pack at least. She fumbles through it and finds broom.
"Broom take me back home..."
She sits on broom and flies back to the birch cabin. She does not feel like going inside because she would probably wake Iivari with her clumsiness. She sits in a chari outside and closes her eyes listening to the sounds outside.
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Post by Swan of Tounela on Oct 23, 2004 0:13:29 GMT -5
I return to the Green Party HQ, and see the wind angel Achare in the HQ.
"Do you have a room here yet? I could show you to one."
I pull a set of keys out of my white feather dress and motion for him to follow me down the hall.
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Post by Simona Weil on Oct 23, 2004 0:19:41 GMT -5
I cross my arms and pace around the large machine. The machine seems to be killing all life in its path. It is a horrible thing to see. I think about my brother and wonder where he is. I have not seen him around much lately. I start walking to see if I can at least catch a glimpse of him. He is so hard and cold. I am not sure how he ended up that way. I know deep down he is a good, caring person, but he shells that up.
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Post by Lady Violet on Oct 23, 2004 0:32:16 GMT -5
As I sit in my office, I look over reports. I learn that Dr. Valmont was purged from the party. Lin-Sat had him killed. This saddens me deeply, since Dr. Valmont was one of many of the men that I cared about. My heart feels very heavy. I will have to talk to Lin-Sat about it, but I know he will pretend that he doesn't know who or what I am talking about.
I suppose there is justification. Valmont was a capitalists, and a very bad on at that. But he did his job and never made any waves, despite his secret capitalist beliefs and ambitions.
My eyes become tearful, but not just over this. Over my entire life, which feels like a lie. I am not the person I wish I was. And that is the thing that kills me the most.
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Post by Lady Violet on Oct 23, 2004 0:49:54 GMT -5
In my dark office I feel like I am falling apart and that is okay, since no one can see me. I don't have to be the face on a poster. I can be a weak pathetic lonely creature. A parasite devouring the admiration of others, admiration I do not deserve.
I grab my desk and start to cry. But it is not a wet and healthy cry. It is a sick and weak cry. It is a dry silent cry. My eyes produce no tears and my voice produces no noise. This crying is to sadness what a dry vomit is to stomach flu.
I feel a pain in my chest. As if my chest is being consumed by a cancer, which now strangles the blood from my heart and the air from my lungs.
"My god? What is wrong with me? My god...."
And I am crying for god. What god? I have not believed in god for as long as I can remember. God is the immortal carrot on a stick to keep us in our drudgery.
"I need help."
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Virus Bassarov
Senior Member
Trotskyist Revolutionary
" If you hate me, hate me for what I am. And not for what I look like. "
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Post by Virus Bassarov on Oct 23, 2004 1:01:36 GMT -5
" Lady Violet! Where are you? "
God I hope I can find her.
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Post by Lady Violet on Oct 23, 2004 1:01:46 GMT -5
"Now Violet, what would people think of you if they saw you like this?" I say to myself.
And I am right. If I appear that I am strong and a leader, they will think that. The truth doesn't matter, only how things appear.
Oh, how machiavellian my thinking has become. Has this place polluted me?
But I have a role to play, and that is the role of a leader and a strong woman. I should not cry because I realize that my life is in crisis, I am alone, and I am unhappy.
I have gone through so much. I think of Zhuge Liang, another man who I can not be with since he is so young. I think of Lin-Sat, and how deep down he does care for me, and how we could have had a child together but I...chose rather to keep my position here.
Everything seems to be suddenly crashing down on me.
Okay, I need to be above this. I wipe the mascara smears from my face and compose myself.
I sense that someone is looking for me so I step outside my office.
"Can I help you?"
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Virus Bassarov
Senior Member
Trotskyist Revolutionary
" If you hate me, hate me for what I am. And not for what I look like. "
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Post by Virus Bassarov on Oct 23, 2004 1:07:20 GMT -5
" Lady Violet! "
I shout out again to hope to find her.
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Post by Lady Violet on Oct 23, 2004 1:10:24 GMT -5
"Yes, what do you want?" I ask the young man.
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