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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Dec 18, 2004 3:46:22 GMT -5
"I.... I'm okay." I say through the tears. "I just want you to get along... To be friends... Nothing would make me happier than that..."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 18, 2004 3:48:51 GMT -5
"Because I don't put my own interests before Valodya's. If he wants to sleep with me good. If he wants to sleep with another man, as long as I don't have to watch I don't really give a nuts. Whateter makes Bassarov happy makes me happy. Why can't you be that way about your precious Erika?" I say in an angry tone.
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Post by Despair on Dec 18, 2004 3:49:55 GMT -5
"Do you really know that many people who would happily let someone they love sleep with another person? I am sorry but I was programmed differently."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 18, 2004 3:50:41 GMT -5
"I ah... I'm s-sorry..." I'm really not good in these sorts of situations. I'm good at consoling, but I'm not very good at dealing with tears.
"H-hey... It's nothing... I want to get along with Despair too, maybe we'll get along sometime in the near future if everything works out which I'm sure it will." I say, feeling like my sentences are getting too long out of awkwardness. "He seems like he could be a nice reasonable guy..."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 18, 2004 3:55:14 GMT -5
"You do have a good point but you're still being pretty f**king selfish." I turn away, facing the window but not looking much in front of my cigarette. Now I am very pissed off. Of course I want Bassarov to myself, but I realize that's not going to happen so I don't let the concept interfere with what relationship we do have, or his relationships with others.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Dec 18, 2004 3:56:56 GMT -5
I am still speechless and wipe the tears from my eyes. I can hear someone else arguing about something, but I don't pay it any mind...
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Post by Despair on Dec 18, 2004 3:57:29 GMT -5
"I will be less selfish since it will make Erika happy. But my response is very normal. Very few people feel nothing when someone they love starts to love someone else. I was not programmed to deal with such emotionally complex situations."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 18, 2004 4:00:08 GMT -5
"Then why don't we just get up and go talk to them. I think you two need to have a little man-to-man chat..." I should probaly have a similar talk with Mischa sometime, but I have found it is the one thing that I am afriad to do.
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Post by Despair on Dec 18, 2004 4:02:10 GMT -5
"That is a good idea." Despair gets up and walks over to the other table.
"Hello Mischa and Erika, it is good to see you here today." Despair says in a monotone.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 18, 2004 4:02:22 GMT -5
I scratch my head nervously, and grab a napkin off of the table.
"Here, it's not quit a tissue, but..." I say, reaching out my hand, and leaving the sentence open ended. I begin to hear a couple people arguing behind us but pay no mind. They seem like an angry couple or something.
"I'm sorry Erika, I want everything to be okay between all of us as well..." I look up and see Despair. For some reason my automatic response is to stand up. I stand up, and walk backwards towards Erika, putting my hands in my pockets. "Ah... Hel-hello Despair... I was just talking about you! Ha ha ha ha..."
I am an idiot.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Dec 18, 2004 4:05:31 GMT -5
When Despair comes up I look up, and just begin to cry again. I feel as though I am hurting both of them, by loving both of them... And I can;t stand it.
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Post by Despair on Dec 18, 2004 4:07:15 GMT -5
"That is nice. We should try to be friends. We can talk about why you are a communist and not a part of Red Infinity or you can tell me what it is like to like men. We will get along well." Despair says, doing his best to make an effort at friendship.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 18, 2004 4:07:35 GMT -5
"Hello Mischa. Valodya wanted to see you and Erika at your earliest conveniance... But I think you two may want to talk for a bit first. We'll be over there." I gesture across the room. I then grab Erika by the arms and help her up, and walk her to the other table. Once there I sit her down, and sit down and smoke my cigarette, carefully watching the other two for signs of trouble...
(I did this because I have to go in about 10 minutes)
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Devin
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Green Party Writer
In suffering, bliss becomes all the clearer...
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Post by Devin on Dec 18, 2004 4:07:48 GMT -5
Devin was suddenly jolted out of his slumber by three loud bangs on his door. He tierdly lifted his head and looked at the door in the darkness through his bloodshot eyes. It was not nighttime, but Devin's room was completely dark. With a groan he threw back the covers, lifting his stiff body out of bed. He was in a loose fitting shirt and shorts, but he did not care. His appearance he figured would not alter whatever negative image he would imprint on their mind of his personality.
He sobered over to the door, now hearing a female's voice moan in pain. He quickens his pace and opens the door, like usual not bothering to lock it in the first place. The sight he found on the other side of the door was far from what he had expected. It was Lucky, the woman who had so graciously and inexplicably treated him to a meal several weeks ago. She now sat rubbing her forehead, a bag lying on the floor beside her.
After a brief pause in surprise, he got on his knees to talk to her without looking down on her.
"Are you alright?"
Devin put two and two together, deducting that she must have hit her head on the door. As if to search for evidence he knew he wouldn't find, he looked at the half opened door, but then looked back to her after finding nothing to help with his thesis. His eyes wandered to the bad lying on the floor at her side as his curiosity came fourth.
"What is that?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 18, 2004 4:10:52 GMT -5
"Well, you see... Some people just don't like green eggs and ham, Despair." I say, seeing Erika begin to cry. I take a deep breath, and wonder how I can make this diplomatic.
"M-maybe you can tell me what it's like to be an android and work for Red Infinity...... Well, maybe not, since I did work for them at one point...... I mean you could still tell me about it, but... I'd just... I mean I'd already know... Because I worked for them....." I say, scratching my head again. I begin to feel very vulnerable, and notice that I left my weapons in Helsinki. Not even a knife on me...
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