Gunnar
Senior Member
Christian Anarchist Revolutionist
Posts: 59
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Post by Gunnar on Jan 17, 2005 1:43:11 GMT -5
Gunnar rubs his head a little, coming back into conscienceness, "Where the hell am I?" He quickly felt around behind him, relived his pack was there, before continuing to grumble, "d**n doctors, i told not to drug me up," looking up, he squinted at her wings, "what the hell? oh nuts, you're realy you?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 17, 2005 1:44:03 GMT -5
"That was not a reference to politics or the rebel movement. I am actually proud of the progress we have made. That was about something else. Nevermind, anyway, I am sorry that your week was so hard Freakboy. How are you feeling? You seem to be handling it well."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 17, 2005 1:46:10 GMT -5
"The way - the way I see it... things can't get much worse, y'know man?" he asks in that still mellow voice as he takes another hit. "I mean, the worst that can happen now is I could get shot in the head... and even that wouldn't be SO bad...
"Oh, sorry for being rude, dude. You want some?" Freak Boy asked, offering Vodya the joint.
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Post by Illidan on Jan 17, 2005 1:47:27 GMT -5
"We could paint a scary mural of hell down in the torture chambers. Do you think that would make things more scary down there?" Illidan asks. He just wants an excuse to paint some more.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 17, 2005 1:51:44 GMT -5
"No, that is quite fine." Bassarov declines politely. Long ago, when he was first getting into politics, his party had a strict policy against drug usage. He is not sure why that was. He would not implement such a policy again, but wonders what purpose it served back then.
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Post by Angel Silvershine on Jan 17, 2005 1:52:45 GMT -5
"What do you mean you're really you? Of course I'm me. Sorry, I dont believe I've given you my nam eyet. It's Angel, Angel Silvershine. Pretty easy name to remember for me, huh?"
Angel says with a light smile. "I'm happy your all right."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 17, 2005 1:53:06 GMT -5
"K..." Freak Boy said, taking another long hit. He exhaled the smoke making smoke rings.
"So... Mischa holdin' up alright, or is... well, y'know what I'm about to ask..." he says, trailing off.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 17, 2005 1:55:23 GMT -5
"He is doing much better than I expected. Zinn really did a nice job taking care of him."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 17, 2005 1:55:56 GMT -5
"Well, ... I suppose that might be scary, though the oozing rocks, blood, and rats are rather scary on their own. We could paint some pictures for the employee lounge. Those wouldn't have to be too scary."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 17, 2005 1:57:28 GMT -5
"That's really good to hear..." he said in that slow and calm voice people get when they're high.
"I was worried about him for a while. Hey, tell me somethin' Bassarov..." Freak Boy began but then paused as he took another hit.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 17, 2005 2:00:59 GMT -5
"What should I tell you?" Bassarov asks.
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Post by Illidan on Jan 17, 2005 2:02:39 GMT -5
"I am a little tired right now, but that can be our project this week. We will paint pictures for the employee lounge!" Illidan says with cheer. His eyes start to become a little droopy and he wilts into a comfortable chair.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 17, 2005 2:05:46 GMT -5
"How do you do it? I mean... you're probably the most wanted man on Earth, you're leader of the 4th Internationale and a very attractive batchelor for life. You juggle so many things around in one day that you do more in an hour than I'll do in a lifetime, and yet you still manage to avoid Red Infinity and actually have a social life, albeit a disfunctional one, but that's still more than anyone can say about me...
"How do you do it?" he asked, closing his eyes and opening them slowly as the room started moving around.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 17, 2005 2:05:46 GMT -5
"Full day, huh? Want me to tuck you into bed?"
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Post by Illidan on Jan 17, 2005 2:10:23 GMT -5
"Yes, that would be nice." Illidan walks over to his bed, his head bobing tiredly from side to side. He crawls under his Ninja Turtle comforter and pulls the covers up to his neck.
"I liked Donatelo the best."
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