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Post by Lady Violet on Nov 16, 2004 1:41:25 GMT -5
"How did you spend your day today? I hope you don't feel too cooped up in this room of yours."
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Post by Phillippe Montaille on Nov 16, 2004 1:41:34 GMT -5
I look up at the clock.
"Oh my, visiting hours ended ten minutes ago! It is getting late, we should go. Perhaps we might stop at a restaurant, you look positively famished."
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Cosette Hugo
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Post by Cosette Hugo on Nov 16, 2004 1:48:01 GMT -5
Cosette packs up her things. She walks towards Phillipe and bites her lip.
"I do not wish to inconvenience you. I mean after you spent so long cooking and I ran off the way I did. I would feel as though I were imposing. I am hungry though. Perhaps something?"
She feels terrible. Phillippe obviosly feels sorry for her. She does not wish to burden him.
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Post by TheWyrm on Nov 16, 2004 1:48:44 GMT -5
After hearing about Stalin's comeback, I want to do something politically deviant. I pull out my laptop...
After several hours of fiddling around, I find a good picture of Stalin, as jovial as he can be, waving. I edit it so he's standing in the middle of a mass graveyard, stretching in all directions as far as the eye can see. The caption on the top is;
"Stalin greets some old friends."
The caption on the bottom is;
"I don't trust him either."
In addition to posting it on several message boards, I hack into the government's website, and post it on their homepage, so it's the first thing you see when you enter the site.
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Post by Trotsky on Nov 16, 2004 1:51:29 GMT -5
"Oh well, it is a little confining sometimes, but your library is very impressive, and has kept me occupied... I have been taking notes, and writing down some of my thoughts. Nothing political, mind you, I just felt like writing."
He says, figuring that its' better to point out the piece of paper before she discovers it, than try to cover his tracks after she discovers it.
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Post by Phillippe Montaille on Nov 16, 2004 1:52:44 GMT -5
"It is really no burden at all, there are many restaurants around that we might eat at. You just arrived in the city not too long ago did you not? I can show you around."
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Post by Lady Violet on Nov 16, 2004 1:54:41 GMT -5
"Work was long and taxing. I am in a bad mood and nothing seems to be going right. I wish sometimes I was someone else."
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Post by Cosette Hugo on Nov 16, 2004 1:56:48 GMT -5
"That would be lovely Phillippe. Do I need to change or is my casual attire ok?"
She looks at her black jeans and brownish top(siggy). Her sandals show off her lavander polished toenails which match her fingernails.
She winces awaiting his answer. She felt as if she looked horrid.
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Nov 16, 2004 1:57:09 GMT -5
As I straighten myself out in the dressing room, I begin to worry about whether or not I've become rusty, sitting behind a desk, pushing papers and writing press releases.
I stand up tall and straighten my tie, grimacing at myself in the mirror.
"You've still got it..." I say, winking.
I leave the dressing room, and wait just outside the curtain. After a few minutes, I get the signal to go out on stage. I take a brisk walk towards the podium, greeted with the usual wave of clicks and flashes from their cameras, and begin my speech.
"Ladies and gentlemen..."
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Post by Phillippe Montaille on Nov 16, 2004 2:00:50 GMT -5
"You look lovely, Madmoiselle, do not worry about it."
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Post by Cosette Hugo on Nov 16, 2004 2:02:43 GMT -5
"Well then shall we?"
She, having gained a burst of confidence, moves to him and gingerly takes his hand. She looks down at it as she does so afraid to look into his eyes.
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Post by Josef Stalin on Nov 16, 2004 2:03:19 GMT -5
Stain leaned back in his chair, looking down on the city of Beijing. He's been relatively free lately. His speech seemed to make an impact, as the Red Infinity is now being flooded with support from fans both new and old.
He was going through his files, reviewing some of Red Infinity's fiscal policies. He began fixing them up to rid of loop holes.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Nov 16, 2004 2:04:25 GMT -5
((Post to Hope))
"Ms. Dayspring." Peter, dressed in his usual long coat, addresses Hope as she comes past a corner on the street. His arms are folded behind his back and his glasses ride low on his nose.
"I thought you were dead, Ms. Dayspring. It's been a long t ime since we met." Peter tilts his head, watching her. They haven't met for a long time, but the time they had had been memorable. Peter had been ordered to capture Hope and she had threatened to destroy a building filled with people unless he let her go. "I was suprised to hear you'd been seen moving around once more."
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Post by Phillippe Montaille on Nov 16, 2004 2:04:32 GMT -5
I smile and link my arm with Cosette as I take her out to find something to eat.
((Sorry, gotta go to bed. School tomorrow and all that fun shtuff.))
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Post by Trotsky on Nov 16, 2004 2:05:03 GMT -5
"I see." He says, feeling a general sense of worry about Violet, but not really knowing how to show it. "It's odd to hear you say that, Violet. You possess an incredible innate stubbornness and confidence comparable only to Lenin himself."
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