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Post by Julia on Nov 11, 2004 22:00:57 GMT -5
I sit up on the counter and dangle my feet over the edge.
"I could get in trouble for helping you, but I like to take risks. Life gets too boring without a little action."
I look up at him.
"I will have to chain you to my bed while I am at work. Let's see if the shackles fit you. You're a little thinner than the other guys I have kept here."
I grab his hand and prance off to my room, where I proceed to shackle his ankle to my bed post. I examine some locks, chains, and cuffs to see how effective they will be.
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Post by Tensuo on Nov 11, 2004 22:23:49 GMT -5
"I am sorry to hear that."
He was about to ask Koto something when another man spoke from above them.
"Who are you?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 11, 2004 23:24:21 GMT -5
Bassarov travels to Moscow and finds himself at the door of Kassenia, the clone of Kaieka. Over the past months, he has come to rely on her for information and what little help she can give him.
He knocks on the door hoping she is in.
((post to Kassenia))
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Post by Rasputin on Nov 11, 2004 23:32:24 GMT -5
Rasputin turns to Faust. He is impatient and looking for a fight.
"Ah the Green Party. I just wanted a little entertainment before Kaitalish got back. Oh well, we can fight La Resistance after the fall of our tree hugging friends."
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Post by Kassenia on Nov 11, 2004 23:39:57 GMT -5
I haven't felt very well lately. It seems that with my obsession with the rebel leader i have lost out on many things i would have liked to do. Or many men i would have liked to do. He always seemed to mess up things when I was about to have fun.
I had been watching television when I heard a knock on my door. I languidly got up and peeked through and my heart froze. There outside my door was the very object of my obsession. I calmed myself and opened the door.
"Now what do you want? Someone else in jail you want me to spring?"
I was always looked to for favors but never before that. I was like a puppet for him and I was tired of it. I am sure the only reason he came by was because he needed something from me.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 11, 2004 23:46:23 GMT -5
"I was going to ask about Mischa...but that's okay. If you want I can just keep you company. I don't mean to always ask so much."
Bassarov enters her apartment feeling ashamed that he always uses her for favors and never visits unless he needs something. He takes a seat on her sofa and looks towards the television.
"How have you been, Kassenia?"
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Post by Soren on Nov 11, 2004 23:53:45 GMT -5
Soren sits in the kitchen working on his model trolley. He notices that there is a girl knitting in the living room and that Suriv and some other girl just came back.
He thinks about Purge and Purge's promise.
"Real destruction. Complete and changing..." He mutters to himself.
Distracted he accidentally glues his fingers together with modeling glue.
"f**k..."
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Post by Kassenia on Nov 11, 2004 23:54:14 GMT -5
I lower my eyes. Perhaps I had been too forceful. I mean he is a highly wanted rebel and his friends will get captured. Perhaps I should be a bit more compassionate. No. Forget his needs and his feelings. He does not care for me so why should I give a rats ass for him or his friends. His lovers.
"I have been alright. A bit disenchanted with things but alright. Mischa was taken from the Ministry. He is not there anymore. He should be safe however. I would not worry too much about him."
I smirk. I know where he is. I saw the tape of Julia taking him. It did not bother me because I hate Mischa for the simple fact that he has Bassarov. I sit down and watch the TV as well.
"Do not worry about him Valodya. He is in good hands. He is safe. How have you been since last I saw you? I have not been able to keep up with things since the machine god incident."
I am lying but I wish to talk to him. I love him.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 11, 2004 23:59:31 GMT -5
"I've been...bored. I shouldn't get that way. My life is always exciting and there is some new danger each week that we have to fight. But it gets the same. I need something." Bassarov replies.
He leans back into the soft sofa feeling much more relaxed now. He sighs, wondering what she means about Mischa's safety, but assumes that perhaps someone else rescued him.
Mischa has been distant and secretive lately anyway. It seems as though somehow his boring comrade's life has suddenly become more interesting than his own,
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 11, 2004 23:59:55 GMT -5
i am going to close this thread early in case we have another thread mishap.
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