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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Jan 11, 2005 20:24:32 GMT -5
This sleeping around stuff my dad keeps tellign me about, ill hav eto get used to it. Relationships are confusing to a 2 year old.
"Um, thanks. But, look, my girlfriend is sitting out in the lobby, waiting for me, I really should go. Nice talking to you..."
I am starting to get uncomfortable. I slowly start backing twards the door, but I stumble and fall.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 11, 2005 20:24:36 GMT -5
Finally my senses kick in and I pick him up. I all but run to the door, put my hand on the knob and draw my pistol, which I now have loaded with the mile-per-second silver bullets. I lean against the door frame and look to Sephos. "Ready?"
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 11, 2005 20:24:59 GMT -5
Freak Boy turns to Despair.
"Sixteen, in some cases fifteen, and up Despair... keep that in mind as well."
He then turns back to Erika and continues being afraid...
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 11, 2005 20:26:14 GMT -5
"With that skin tone you almost look attractive." I say just to mock him. I can't see his skin color at all, but I can tell that the blood has drained from his face. I stare into his eyes, my own eyes glowing brightly. But then I smell food and my mood softens and I sit down on a chair next to the couch. "So, what did you cook?"
(Bear in mind that I am wearing my Nazi uniform)
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 11, 2005 20:27:21 GMT -5
Bassarov senses two people near the room. He assumes that they are rebels, so he closes his eyes and pretends to be passed out. This is his first strategy in dealing with Zero and others.
He is still chained to the bed, and feels a little embarrassed when they enter the room.
He keeps his eyes closed and repeats a song in his mind.
"I'm passed out, passed out, passed out, la la la..."
He keeps his mind shield up so that if they try to read his thoughts or speak to him, they will meet a blank.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 11, 2005 20:29:30 GMT -5
Freak Boy takes advantage of this opportunity and goes to the kitchen.
"Well, since my... profession doesn't make a whole lot of money, I only made what I could." he said.
He returned to the living room with a plate and a bowl. The bowl had a mix of pop-corn, Doritos, Fritos and Cheetos with a side of bean dip. The plate had Freak Boy's dinner; Spam and eggs.
"Normally I'm literally living off spam, but tonight I have company so I decided to go crazy and break out the chips... dig in."
Freak Boy can't help but glare at the Swastikas with a look that could kill...
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 11, 2005 20:30:24 GMT -5
I twist the doorknob violently, breaking the lock inside. I force the door open and see Bassarov, apparently passed out and chained to the bed. I grimace. "What kind of woman gets off on this?" I ask no one in perticular.
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Post by Fenitchka on Jan 11, 2005 20:30:58 GMT -5
"Goodbye! I will rest. If my teacher comes back, wake me up!"
I go back to sleep once Lysander leaves the room.
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Post by Sephos on Jan 11, 2005 20:31:59 GMT -5
"Ready."
I have my gun in my hand when we enter the room, ready for anything. I don't know quite what to expect. I have never been in the apartment of a Red Infinity Operative before.
Once Zero kicks in the door, I am surprized to find no guns awaiting us. Instead, there is only Bassarov, passed out and chained to a bed. I hope she didn't abuse him. d**n, what a F-ing sicko!
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 11, 2005 20:32:50 GMT -5
I take the bowl and shift the chips and fritos aside, as I don't really recognize them. The popcorn however is something I am familiar with, and I avidly devour it. "I am familiar with tinned meats. When I was young we didn't even have electricity until 1937." I state.
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Jan 11, 2005 20:33:20 GMT -5
I walk back into the room and sit on the couch next to anna.
"That was most interesting. Hows it going, Anna?"
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 11, 2005 20:35:03 GMT -5
"I just have them because they're cheep and they last really long... my refridgerator sucks. You have to knock two days minimum off all expiration dates and NO SOFT CHEESES of any kind will last..." he states, for once not joking.
He had been considering a wisecrack at Erika's age, but that would be a bad idea with Despair and Iris both in the room...
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 11, 2005 20:35:11 GMT -5
I look around the room a bit more, and decide that whatever he might say Bassarov can't stay here. There are a lot of torture impliments here, but something makes me think that they are also used for some sick form of pleasure. I walk over to the bed and begin to deftly pick the locks on the chains...
"Sephos, have you ever seen anything like this before?"
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Jan 11, 2005 20:35:35 GMT -5
"Did you have a nice nap, Lysander darling?"
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Jan 11, 2005 20:37:38 GMT -5
"Oh, you could say it was eventful..."
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