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Post by Roane on Nov 4, 2004 1:56:30 GMT -5
She nodded. Then she moved to her side scooting close to him laying her head on his shoulder.
I hope Tovio does not go along with it. I do not wish to leave here. It is wonderful. It is the perfect home. And i have not had a real home in so long. I...I wish to call this our home forever...But i am sorry to ramble. Especially while you try to rest. I shall shut up now baby. If you sleep i will make sure no one bothers you.
She looks forward as she summons her whip and lays it across her lap. Her right hand goes to the handle while the left goes to Groves hand. She slowly entwines her fingers in his stroking his 'skin'.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 4, 2004 2:02:50 GMT -5
"We should start a support group for the politically disenchanted. But I feel the same way, Toivo. The only legitimate route to change is mass action, but when the masses are complacent and buy into the system it is frustrating."
Bassarov tries to smile, but finds he can not.
"Now I know how socialist revolutionaries must have felt when Bush was re-elected in 2004." He jokes, but even the joke feels limp.
"But we can not blame the masses. We must blame the superstructures which support the prevailing system and indoctrinate the people into blind unquestioning apathy."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Nov 4, 2004 2:04:48 GMT -5
"How about we go drinking? How's that for a support group?" My inner alcoholic suggests.
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Post by Toivo Koivisto on Nov 4, 2004 2:07:18 GMT -5
"Yes, let's go out to Tampere and drink at the Vaino Tavern." I say gleefully.
It is great to have people who experience the same frustrations that I feel. Maybe we have different politics, but we have shared political experiences.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 4, 2004 2:09:33 GMT -5
"I don't drink, but I will come along, I could use a diet coke." Bassarov stands in the doorway and waits for the other men.
"Can you teleport us there, Toivo?"
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Post by Toivo Koivisto on Nov 4, 2004 2:14:03 GMT -5
"Sure, no problem." I teleport the two men to Vaino. I sit down and order a Finnish beer called Sahti.
I order a Sahti for Mischa as well.
I hold up my mug.
"Kippis!!"
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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 Nov 4, 2004 2:14:44 GMT -5
Devin had been walking long than he cared to remember. Not carrying a watch or clock of any kind put an end to his interest in that fact anyway. He just needed to get away from where he was. He wanted to clear his mind. There were two ways he could think of to do this: One, go back to the forest. Two, move to another city and drown himself in other sorrows. He had decided on the second, but he had got himself lost.
Without knowing where he was, he walked through the streets, watching the people he saw. He liked to think he was special in his sadness, but knew he was not. This worked in two ways. It made him sad that he was not special, and made him sad to know that others suffered when they shouldn’t have to. All in all, the trip he had undertaken had accomplished his goal. He was filled with newfound sadness, and was happy to have it…
He found a small rundown building with a ‘Room Available’ sign in the front window. He went in to inquire about the room and found an old man behind the counter. He was ringing the bell on the counter over and over again. Slowly lifting his hand and bringing it down softly, only hard enough to create a light ring. Devin thought about asking about the reason to do such a thing, but decided to leave him be.
“Excuse me sir. I saw the sign in your window and was wondering…”
The man did not look up. He just kept ringing his bell with an eerie regularity.
“Uh… Wondering about staying here for the night…”
“What is you?!” the man shouted suddenly, ringing the bell at the same time.
“What?”
“What is you in here?!” The man placed one hand to his chest.
Devin was taken by surprise. Almost in reflex or by example he lifted his hand to his own chest and looked down at it. He understood the question now.
“I am… what others wish not to be…”
The man raised one busy eyebrow to look at the man more clearly with his eyes that appeared much younger than his face showed he was. After glaring at Devin for a few tense moments he rang the bell again, reaching a short way underneath the counter and grabbing a key which he laid on the countertop as he rang the bell again. Devin looked at the key, still holding his hand to his chest. He took the key and walked to his room, still dumbfounded by the encounter…
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Nov 4, 2004 2:15:28 GMT -5
I clank my mug against his.
"Oh come on Vossya, even Toivo drinks... Didn't you know that the white army drank Diet Coke?"
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Post by Toivo Koivisto on Nov 4, 2004 2:18:42 GMT -5
"The alcohol content is very low, Bassarov, but it will give you a mean case of diarhea if you aren't used to it."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 4, 2004 2:20:18 GMT -5
"That's fine. I will pass." Bassarov orders a diet coke, ignoring Mischa's comments about the White Army.
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Post by Draconius Freud on Nov 4, 2004 2:32:14 GMT -5
Having rested in my office, I decide to go to the next city and start looking for more people to evaluate.
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Post by Kallen on Nov 4, 2004 3:19:34 GMT -5
Iivari had been gone an awefully long time. Kallen could not wait forever for him to return. She gathered her meager belongings in her pack once more. Just as she had always done when she moved to a new place. She wrote him a note and left it on the pillow of the bed.
Since being blind she had begun to familiarize herself with the cabin by feel and by sound. She knew this was probably a bad idea but she could not wait in a cabin for all of her life. She had to use her powers to help whever she could. As much as it pained her she walked out of the door to the cabin the light hurting her sensitive eyes. With no pigment to them they were more sensitive than even she had thought.
She put on a robe she had found a long time ago and pulled the hood over her head. She began her journey using a long wooden branch she had whittled in Iivaris absance. She truely looked the stereotypical blind person. Her heart sank as she realized fully that she would never see anything. She wondered how she would fair in the world with her newfound blindness.
Being in the woods would be bad for her. She desperately sought a telebooth so she might go to a city where if she needed it she could ask for some help.
She walked along swinging her stick two and fro scouting for obstacles in her path.
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Post by Soren on Nov 4, 2004 4:26:12 GMT -5
Soren works a few hours rebuilding the anarchist house. This kind of work makes him feel strangely good. He replaces some windows and decides to take a break when he sees Sophia return.
"Hey Sophia, how's it going. Been a while since we last talked. I got a new trolley!"
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Post by Sophia on Nov 4, 2004 4:30:04 GMT -5
Sophia sees Soren and smiles. "It's good to see you too, kiddo. What kind of trolley did you get?"
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Post by Soren on Nov 4, 2004 4:31:18 GMT -5
"It's a blue trolley. It reminds me of you. I named it Lil Sophia."
Soren pulls a model trolley out of his book bag and shows it to her.
"Sophia meet Lil Sophia."
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