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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 13, 2005 21:57:34 GMT -5
Freak Boy hit the applause button with his fingers and flinches slightly. He doesn't let that slip through the mike though.
"And we have another VERY special guest. The famous writer, my favorite I might add, the one... the only... ladies and gentlemen, I give you... Locke!" he says.
He hits the applause button and gestures for Zinn to begin speaking.
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Post by Zinn on Jan 13, 2005 22:05:20 GMT -5
"Hello everyone," she says simply. She refuses to refer to anyone as comrade, out of principle.
"It's nice to be here."
She is also quite thankful that Freak Boy didn't let her name slip again.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 13, 2005 22:09:30 GMT -5
(Just a note: The mikes weren't on when he let her name slip.)
"Ok, we've got a great little show planned out for today, Locke is even going to read a new work for us. I'm sure you're all glad to hear that." he said, hitting the applause button again. "Unfortunately, I've been so busy I couldn't put together another interview with Lady Violet or Joseph Stalin, but fear not because later the three of us will answer your e-mails.
"Once again, if you want your e-mail to be read on the show, send it to Freakboy101@writing.com and I will make fun of your spelling and punctuation... and possibly answer the question."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 13, 2005 22:13:24 GMT -5
"I will be willing to answer questions, so feel free to ask. In the mean time I expect our host has some new material to cover..." I look at him.
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Post by Zinn on Jan 13, 2005 22:18:00 GMT -5
"This is an essay that I wrote recently about the Massacre at Times Square from about one hundred years ago. Since tommrow is the anniversary of that day, I thought it would be appropriate to memorialize it. It is probably more well known to those of us in anarchist circles as "Black Friday."
Zinn begins to read.
((Last post for the night. Goodnight everyone.))
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 13, 2005 22:19:05 GMT -5
When Zinn finishes reading, Freak Boy hits the button for awe filled applause. He thanked Locke on air for reading and hit applause again. He then began reading the news.
"First off, I wish to say this... apparently, my comment about Lin-Sat looking like Gollum from Lord of the Rings was not appreciated by some... Gollum's parents called me up and they were insulted. They said their baby looks nothing like Lin-Sat, so I must apologize.
"In other news, I'm sure you've all been keeping up with the newspapers. For those of you who don't, first let me tell you that you need to learn to read. Now, anyway, those of you who actually keep up with the news know that Bassarov was captured and placed in the Ministry of Terror." Freak Boy says, leaving the details about where he was kept out.
"Well, let me now say that, while RI probably won't release this for a while, Bassarov is back and infuriated!" Freak Boy said, lying.
Anything else you want me to include, Zero? Freak Boy thought telepathically.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 13, 2005 22:20:47 GMT -5
The kidnapping of young miss Faust... I communicate to him. Since the abduction took place in my apartment I am certain to know about it.
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Post by Zinn on Jan 13, 2005 22:25:55 GMT -5
Why are you lying? Zinn asks, getting angry.
I refuse to assist in the spreading of propaganda, no matter who's it is.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 13, 2005 22:29:17 GMT -5
(since Zinn and I both have to go let's put this on hold until we're both back on tommorow. I'll cya then.)
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 13, 2005 22:39:01 GMT -5
Peter rushes into the dungeons. Bottom floor. Naturally. He moves quickly down the row of cells, scanning each one until finally... he stops. Lena's cell. Peter kneels down, picks the lock, and pushes open the door. "Lena?"
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 13, 2005 22:45:47 GMT -5
Because, if I tell the people that Bassarov is a broken and shattered man, they'll follow suit. It's best to keep their spirits up.
"Also, if you'll recall, I told you that Red Infinity was making a Little Sister project, in which they were breeding a girl for the purpose of this. Here's some new information; Iris attempted to escape her fate, as is her right. No one should be forced into a life like that.
"However, when she ran, Red Infinity came and kidnapped her, no doubt locking her up in a cruel and small room. I have seen some things in my life, I kid you not, I have seen some nuts... but kidnapping a confused girl and forcing her into a life of solitude and servitude... that is lower than anything I have ever seen. And, for those of you who idolize Lady Violet... SHE CARRIED OUT THE ORDER HERSELF, SNATCHING IRIS FROM MY SIDE!!" Freak Boy said into the mike, getting emotional but quickly regaining his composure.
"Red Infinity... it's so obsessed with getting absolute power, it'll do anything to do so... even sacrifice lives."
(Ok, we'll continue tomorrow.)
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Post by Lena on Jan 13, 2005 22:46:35 GMT -5
In what feels like half a dream, since she could feel the lingering pain of trying to move from before, she hears a voice. She was so deep in thought, that she hadn't realized someone stopped at her cell. She thinks it must be another torturer and closes her eyes fully, before realizing who's voice it was and opening her eyes quickly.
"P.. Peter?" She strains her neck so she could see him at the cell door. She isn't sure if she's finally fallen asleep or not. When Lena tries to move to sit up through, she knows she hadn't fallen asleep.
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Post by Kelthassil on Jan 13, 2005 22:51:43 GMT -5
"Agreed. Tsubaki is a fool, she should not have the Kampa."
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 13, 2005 22:56:53 GMT -5
Peter walks into the cell and kneels besides Lena. "Are you seriously injured?" The man's dim green eyes look Lena up and down while his scanners sweep over his body. Minor injuries to her body but nothing life threatening. "I'm going to get you out of here. Where is Chai?"
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Post by Lena on Jan 13, 2005 23:00:54 GMT -5
"She should be in the next cell.." The pain wasn't as great as before, but Lena could sit up. "She's in the corner sleeping. How did you get in here? Isn't this place heavly guarded and dangerous?" She stands up with the support of the wall.
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