The Shreds of A Tattered Soul

[Samuel]

Samuel takes Winter's arms from around his neck, kissing her on the cheek quickly, and then walking to his trunk, opening it and pulling out a nice shirt.
"And I'm sure he'd love you. I've only got two brothers left. One's a drunk, and the other is the one I was talking about. How do like this?" He asked, showing her the shirt.
It was a button up, blue shirt, plain, but clean and well cut.
He was currently wearing slacks, dress shoes, a long coat that went down to his knees, and under that he had on a nice white shirt. He had gotten a hair cut in the time he'd spent away from the rebels, when he'd flown to Ireland, about a month ago, and he wore contacts instead of glasses now. He almost looked like a different person.
"I've got a tie in here somewhere." He said, putting the shirt on the bed and squatting down, throwing clothing over his shoulders in his search for the matching tie.
"Dang it, I know I packed it."

[Danuel Stinin]

Dan yawns as the movie ends. He hits the remote and starts to rewind the film. "That was good. I hadn't watched that one for a long time."

[Peter "The Owl"]

"Alright. Let's see...

Well, one of my favorites is the story of Dave and Golieth. A really long time ago there was this kingdom and that kingdom was a guy named Jesse..."

Peter tells the tale with his own flare but keeps it as basic as he can, without going off on other side tales, which he often does.

"... so the moral of the story is, that just because someone is small, doesn't mean that they can't win."

[Noe "Ghost" Carlson]

"Thank you, Lady Violet." Noe smiles to himself as Violet vanishes. He watches the wanzer finish its marching and is then shut down and checked over. It was going to be impressive... once it had been properly armed.

[Sakari Lehtinen]

After several hours and few big pots, Clyde is in the lead, myself being in close second, Bambi in third, and Mr. Jones in fourth. The difference between myself and Clyde was hardly noticeable, not much money has really exchanged hands. This group is really boring, and couldn't hold a conversation to save their lives. I gave up on small talk a long time ago.

Mr. Jones, who has been wearing his cards on his sleeve, raises it a couple hundred. The other two fold, and I call with an ace and jack of clubs. The flop is a 5, 3, and 7, all clubs. I check. He raises.

I call. He is so mine.

Turn card, 8 of diamonds. I check, he raises. I call.

Last card. 8 of clubs. I check, he raises. He's mine.

"I'll raise you all in."

Without even thinking, he calls me. I flip over my cards, Ace high flush. He flips over his. I could have died. Straight flush to the 8.

My head hits the table. The first one out. How pathetic. I stand up and slide my hands into my pockets.

"Well, good game fellas..." I say, walking away from the table. I see Victor, who lent me the five grand, blocking my path.

"Oh hey Vic."

[Sophia]

I follow the others to the teleportation booth, and into Helsinki.

"I have never been to Helsinki before. Do either of you know anything about Bassarov?"

[Cynthia]

Cynthia lays in the snow, holding her stomach and whimpering in pain. Up until now, she had not had the misfortune of getting an STD. At least she didn't get it from sex. She climbs up, and struggles to make her way towards civilization.

[Hoshi]

"No way, I'm not going back to Beijing until my mission is complete." I fold my arms and stick out my tongue at Riku.

[Fenitchka]

"That was a good movie. Thanks Daniel."

I smile and help myself to a handful of chex mix. I think about the letter that I found on him earlier. I wonder if he is a rebel and if he is, I should make sure he is arrested.

"Do you do anything besides RPGS?"

[Steve Fox]

Steve walks away from the apartment Cynthia and he shared. She hadn't been there for days. Maybe longer. He'd have to keep looking.

[Krupskaya]

I spend a few hours inspecting the schools in Helsinki, it doesn't look like any of them have been infiltrated by the rebels. I have heard that the rebels used to have secret community education classes. I will have to look into this and see that these are stopped. But for now, I think I will take a trip to the countryside and inspect the nearby schools. I hop on a bus and head out of town.

[Danuel Stinin]

"No, not really. I hang out with Jon sometimes, but not much anymore. He's kinda depressing sometimes. He's been surfing the web alot, finding stuff out, or so he says. I think he's losing faith in the system.

It's silly. I mean, we've all had our moments. Sometimes there's not enough food, sometimes pay is late, but it's the best there is. I mean, I learned in school about the other systems. And the government knows what it's doing.

I'm sorry, I was rambling. Other than RPGs... well, I read some."

[Zinn]

"He's the leader of the rebels, one of the founders of Red Infinity, a satyromaniac, a trotskyist, and a Russian," Zinn replies, adjusting her glasses.

"I think he has one of the biggest Ministry of Terror files ever."

[Cynthia]

After several hours, Cynthia finally makes it back into town. Ugh. She hates Red Infinity. What a great way to get her to stop having sex, though.

She wanders vacantly through the streets of Moscow, wondering if there is anywhere she can stay for the night.

[Steve Fox]

Steve leans against a wall, cupping his hands as he lights a cigarette. He didn't smoke often, only when he was nervice, so the fact that he wanted a cigarette helped tell him just how much Cynthia vanishing bothered him.

Puffing on the tobacco roll, and keeping his freezing hands close to the burning tip to warm them up, Steve leans against the wall. He maybe he should find a place for the night and continue looking in the morning.