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Post by Calithin on Dec 31, 2004 13:07:24 GMT -5
"Well maybe you just over-analyze things."
*I sit down next to her and watch the weather channel till I simply can't fit any more information about ice storms in.*
"I might take the remote in second. Just a heads up."
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Post by Michael- The Demon Eater on Dec 31, 2004 13:07:52 GMT -5
"Well, not exactly." Michael's fanged smile appears at the small window in her cell door. "Their not really big on trials here. Double that when a bunch of people kidnap their leader."
Michael lowers his face, looking in the small window at Zinn. "But you know, your lucky Zinn. You won't be having to deal with the capitalists at all."
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Post by Hope98 on Dec 31, 2004 13:09:05 GMT -5
"Please don't. I don't want to watch one of your chic shows, Calithin." I hold the remote tightly.
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Post by Calithin on Dec 31, 2004 13:12:10 GMT -5
"They are not chic shows.... it is grade A programing that I watch. And atleast what I watch has a rating, no one actually likes the weather channel, if I want the weather I go outside and stand for a very short minute."
*I say sorely, getting ready to go for the remote.*
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Post by Hope98 on Dec 31, 2004 13:15:24 GMT -5
"Ooh look, a monsoon!" I say with exagerated glee, holding the remote away from him.
I need to shut down again since when I don't get sleep I am apt to become a little giddy.
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Post by Zinn on Dec 31, 2004 13:21:10 GMT -5
"The nature of anarchism is that people are accountable for their own actions. It seems I am out of the frying pan, and into the fire. Tell you what. You get my... associates out of here, and to a safe location, and I will go with you, no fuss, to whatever nefarious scheme you people are cooking up," Zinn states. She avoids using the term "friends." Antero and Sasha's actions make her queasy.
"I am quite aware that you could easily take me against my own will. However, I am sure your superiors want me to go with you alive. I could kill myself before you could stop me, and then they'd probably be unhappy with that. Rather."
It's a bluff, but given her past record of mental health, which LIF undoubtedly knows about, she figures the gamble might pay off.
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Post by Calithin on Dec 31, 2004 13:23:14 GMT -5
"Do not try and distract me with weatherish things. I am set on that remote, it is Friday, have you any idea how funny Friday shows get? Hmm?"
*I inch closer slowly and reach over her for the remote.*
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Post by Shade Gi on Dec 31, 2004 13:23:20 GMT -5
The rebel base was very quiet. No one seemed to be around at all. It didn't lend alot of credit to the rebel cause. The sun is going down, finally, and Shade reaches up, removing his glasses, and then his gloves. He feels much more like himself now that he can see clearly and his claws can feel the air. Maybe he'd hang around awhile longer, see if there was anyone else interested in donating blood.
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Post by Michael- The Demon Eater on Dec 31, 2004 13:27:16 GMT -5
Michael thinks for a moment. On one hand, he hates doing what other people want, double for the people he's supposed to be kidnapping. On the other hand... she might just do it, and then he'd have to take the body back and Mary would set fire to his guts on the inside.
"I get bomb fetish and that queer bait faerie out and you come quiet?" Michael smiles. Anteno loose again was always fun. "Alright, deal."
Michael steps back from Zinn's door and his scythe swirls into his hand. A sweep and the lock splits, the metal door slowly creeping open. "Which cells are they in?"
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Post by Hope98 on Dec 31, 2004 13:28:32 GMT -5
"It's "Flood Damage Friday" on the weather channel." I protest. I reach my arm back farther.
"Floods can be funny...or tragic...usually tragic actually..." I grab his arm with my free hand.
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Post by Calithin on Dec 31, 2004 13:35:31 GMT -5
"I don't care if it's Monsoon Monday, Tsunami Tuesday or Flood Damage Friday. ''What I like about you'' is on as we speak. I am missing jokes!"
*I say in a half desperate tone, using my other hand to reach around for the remote control.*
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Post by Zinn on Dec 31, 2004 13:38:59 GMT -5
((We're all in the same cell, I think.))
Zinn winces at the terms. "I want everyone in this out. Not just Black and Kropotnik," Zinn states. She makes a point of using their names, but not their first names.
"Drop them off with Eternal Light, or Hagana. They both have members that know Simona, and will probably protect I disagreeociates."
"Oh yes, and in case you change your mind, I am ready to remutilate my new tongue, so that I bleed to death from my mouth. Or I could take my pulse on both sides until I pass out. Or, I could break my own neck. The possibilities are simply endless."
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Post by Hope98 on Dec 31, 2004 13:40:37 GMT -5
I wrap my arms around him in a completely predictable sort of reaction to his reaching for the remote. "Fine, you can watch your girly shows if that's what makes you happy." I kiss his nose and give him the remote. I could have been childish and put up more of a fight, but there is no sense since it seems he is truly intent on watching his program. I am not sure why I kissed his nose. I guess lips are just too cliche for me.
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Post by Michael- The Demon Eater on Dec 31, 2004 13:45:08 GMT -5
Michael hisses softly to himself. "Everyone? Hhhhsssss... Fine." Michael looks down at the cell block. He twirls his scythe and throws it, the blade slashing into the doors, severing the metal stuctures. The blade turns and comes back down the other side, returning to Michael's hand. "There, doors are open." He looks at Zinn and smiles. "You know, I think it's kind of hot when a woman blackmails me." He smiles, opening his teeth just wide enough to flick out a serpent-like tonuge. Laughing, he looks at the people coming out of the cells. "Alright, where's the Eternal Light thing then?"
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Post by Zinn on Dec 31, 2004 13:49:14 GMT -5
"I'm not quite sure, actually. I do know that Hagana has a base at the site of the former city Tel Aviv-Yafo," Zinn states. She doesn't appear to be phased by Michael's tongue. She also completely ignores his comment.
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