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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 18, 2004 22:31:39 GMT -5
the next thread
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 19, 2004 0:00:47 GMT -5
There is a gnawing sensation that accompanies an intense feeling of being alone in the world. It sort of eats away at your gut, and you wonder when it will chew its way all the way through you, and if you can survive once it does. Of course, there are people all around, they live en masse in a city like this, it is almost hard to get away from them at times, but there is a loneliness that goes deeper than proximity.
I go through these down times. It isn't as though I have never felt this way before, because I have. My life is a cycle and just like everyone else, I have my ups and downs. My downs are just very down. And so I lay here and wallow in self pity, in depressing, depressed despair. Such is the way of things. During times like these, it is hard to remember the moments when I do not feel this way.
The gnawing continues.
When you think about your life and realize that you have no real purpose, that there is no real connection between you and anyone else that goes deeper than just below the surfact... it is easy to be a little on edge.
Dragging myself up off of the bed and over the broken dishes and strewn silverware, I decide it is time to go someplace else. I pick up my cloak and head out of my room, out of the living quarters, and out of the Ministry of Terror.
The air is cold, but what does it matter to me? Everything about me is cold too. I just keep on walking, without any real destination, just a desire to not be where I am.
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Post by Eliza on Nov 19, 2004 0:17:53 GMT -5
I stood in the shadows, looking at Prisma knowing she will never be the same again. I decided to stay back. I was next to the door. I closed my eyes. I oculdn't watch Edea give her maho.
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Poison Ivy
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Counter Order Scientist
You must have been a good little bat boy this year. Harley and I are still on the naughty list......
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Post by Poison Ivy on Nov 19, 2004 0:21:16 GMT -5
I woke up and saw the nihilists were gone. I found a not to me saying where everone was. I went into the teleportation booth and teleported to the location. I flipped my hair. "Letsg et this started." I said smiling.
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Post by Sargent Oak on Nov 19, 2004 0:24:15 GMT -5
((I am attack the anarchist house.))
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Post by Edea on Nov 19, 2004 0:26:35 GMT -5
I laugh. "Good work." I said. I got up from my throne and went toward Prisma. "Such a young catch. A such pretty face. Welcome my dear." I said smiling.
I eyed her head to toe. "Are you ready to receive the power of maho?" I asked her. *Another follower. We shall win aginst Red infinity at this rate.* I thought.
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Post by Trotsky on Nov 19, 2004 2:14:30 GMT -5
Trotsky storms out of his room, as though he were held underwater.
"Violet... I think you must understand how awkward it is for me to sit in my room whilst you are speaking to Stalin about how I should be eliminated were I to be found. Perhaps some sort of other living arrangements could be made for me?
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Nov 19, 2004 2:17:50 GMT -5
After walking around Beijing aimlessly, I decide to finally pay a visit to Lady Violet's house, the only lead I really have. And even that is a pitiful one. I do have a reason to visit anyways, I have yet to thank her for allowing me to see Mitya.
As I near her house, I hear two people talking and don't think much of it. I knock, still dressed in my Red Infinity military fatigues.
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Post by Lady Violet on Nov 19, 2004 2:18:26 GMT -5
"I am not about to let you wander off and join some rebel movement. I will make you a secret room, one that will protect you from being found. But really, Leon, this is the safest place for you." I hear a knock at the door.
"I have to get that."
I go to the door and open it.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Nov 19, 2004 2:20:18 GMT -5
"Ah, h-hell-o Lady Violet... I just..."
I didn't realize how self conscious I would be standing before Lady Violet. And if I heard what I think I heard, then that means...
"It's just... I wanted to uh, th-thank you..." I clear my throat.
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Post by Lady Violet on Nov 19, 2004 2:23:05 GMT -5
I pull Mischa in quickly and slam the door.
"Idiot, are you asking to be arrested? Do you know how many spies likely saw you at my door?! If you wanted to thank me, a letter or card would have done just as nicely. I shouldn't be seen with the likes of you. It makes me look suspicious."
I lock the door.
"When you leave you will have to go through a secret passage under my basement which will take you out of the political district. It really is amazing you have evaded capture so many times."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Nov 19, 2004 2:25:42 GMT -5
I blink a few times, see Trotsky, then look back to Lady Violet. Then back to Trotsky.
"I'm sorry, I just thought... This would be the safest way... Since someone.... Read... letter..." I say, realizing that I'm talking to Trotsky.
"...Are you Leon Trotsky??"
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Post by Lady Violet on Nov 19, 2004 2:27:56 GMT -5
I roll my eyes and pull Mischa away from Trotsky. What a disasterous evening.
"No Mischa, he is my great uncle Florian. Pay no attention to him."
I hear the mention of "a letter" and glare at Trotsky.
"My home is certainly not going to be the meeting place of rebels. Now Mischa, I will kindly ask you to leave."
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Post by Trotsky on Nov 19, 2004 2:30:13 GMT -5
"Violet, I thought you said that democracy was in the next five year plan?" Trotsky says, wondering if this is one of the rebels he's read about.
"If my politics are so irrelavent, then what's the harm in talking some outdated gibberish with a fellow 'insignificant gnat'?"
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Post by Lady Violet on Nov 19, 2004 2:34:15 GMT -5
"This is my home and this puts me and the people I care about in serious danger. I am not a rebel sympathizer and I will not have Red Infinity purge me because some foolish rebel and a misplaced old man decided to set up camp in my living room."
I sit on my sofa in frustration. I cross and uncross my legs while muttering some things quietly to myself. I am very anxious and frustrated by all of this.
"You may stay here for 15 minutes Mikhael Nadyezhda, 15 minutes and then you must leave. I will call my operatives and send them after you at that time. If you are captured, it is a matter below my concern."
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