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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 27, 2005 3:09:38 GMT -5
"Oh, great..." Freak Boy says sarcastically. He looks from the psychologist to Sayuka. "Any chance we can rescue him sometime tomorrow, when it's not quite so cold and dark outside - and when I'm not supposed to be sleeping?"
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Post by Sayuka on Jan 27, 2005 3:11:53 GMT -5
[glow=violet,2,300]Just tell the other rebels that I went off to rescue him. It is fine, I don't need help. I just thought I would inform you of the situation.[/glow]
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 27, 2005 3:12:27 GMT -5
How did I know this was coming...
"Julia..." I begin. "...You know I love Mitya..."
I lean up against the wall and cross my arms.
"And I love Valodya... And well, I have recently gone through something very painful that ah, doesn't... Or does, make things, um... Difficult... To start..." I say, vaguely.
"...Am I even making sense?"
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 27, 2005 3:13:42 GMT -5
"You might want to wait and regain some energy." Freak Boy says, standing up and walking to Sayuka.
"If you go to the Ministry of Terror RIGHT after a fight, you're already at a greater disadvantage than you would be under normal circumstances. Run it through logically before moving in on impulse." Freak Boy tapped his finger to his head as he said this.
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Post by Julia on Jan 27, 2005 3:16:01 GMT -5
"Mischa, if you are hurting, I can make you feel better. You don't have to be so shy..."
I laugh and take his hand.
"Just sit down with me for a little bit. I won't hurt you. We'll just sit down and play nice."
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Post by Sayuka on Jan 27, 2005 3:19:20 GMT -5
[glow=violet,2,300]"I am no fool. I will rest before entering the Ministry. Good night."[/glow]
I leave the apartment quickly and return to the rebel base so I can mentally prepare for my trip to the Ministry.
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 27, 2005 3:21:49 GMT -5
"Also, Freak Boy, YOU will not be doing any rescuing. I am quite serious when I say you need isolation and bedrest. If you do not wish me to extract some of your insanity, it will require you to be sent to a quiet, out-of-the-way place and partake in no stressful endeavors. I can see already that it is too stressful for you here."
((Going to bed, sorry, g'night))
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 27, 2005 3:23:13 GMT -5
"Oh - COME ON!! It's more stressfull for me to sit in a bed for twelve hours than it is to sit at my laptop and write!" Freak Boy said, standing and pacing back and forth.
(going to bed as well, so I understand. night.)
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 27, 2005 3:26:17 GMT -5
I laugh uncomfortably.
"Julia... I don't think you understand... I'm a little... Umm.... I'm kind of, broken... It happened the last time I was at the ministry of terror... I can't give you what you're looking for..." I say. Though it's mostly healed, I can't really do much with it for the time being.
"Is there anything else I can do to see Mitya?" I ask, with unintentionally wide eyes.
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Post by Julia on Jan 27, 2005 3:30:12 GMT -5
I laugh. This is too good! Too good! I laugh some more then read his mind for the full story. My face turns red with laughter.
"Oh Mischa...broken Mischa. I'm not going to call Mitya now. Nope, not until you can give me what I want. So, I guess it is time for you to go..."
I laugh as I walk him to the door and slam it in his face.
"Oh, and Erika was transferred to the Ministry of Technology. She isn't allowed to spend time with rebels any more. I guess you can't see junior until you give me what I want..."
I lock the door, but my laughing is still audible. I love this job. I love making these rebels miserable. I should get a medal for what I did for Freakboy...and two for what I am doing to Mischa...
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 27, 2005 3:35:47 GMT -5
I am almost slammed into the adjacent wall by the force of her shove, as my face turns bright red with hatred and embarrassment as I am thrown out into the wall.
I turn around and begin kicking the door as hard as I can and yell.
"THE NEXT TIME YOU SEE ME, I'LL BE ARMED!"
I storm off down the hallway, ready to strangle the next living thing I see to death.
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Post by Julia on Jan 27, 2005 3:37:52 GMT -5
I laugh.
"Yeah, I'm always armed..."
...and unlike you, I always rise to the occasion!
I snicker and go to my room so I can get some sleep. Being a total pregnant dog is draining.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Jan 27, 2005 3:42:30 GMT -5
I make it to Helsinki, still fuming, walk into my apartment, and slam the door behind me. I hang up my jacket, and am tempted to scream, but decide not to, seeing as how it's the middle of the night.
I instead walk into the kitchen and start brewing some tea.
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Post by Lady Violet on Jan 27, 2005 3:44:18 GMT -5
I decide that I can not sleep. I have had the worst insomnia lately. I must be worried about something. I leave my room in just a silk robe and wander down the hall. Everyone must be asleep.
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Post by Julia on Jan 27, 2005 3:47:49 GMT -5
I think about Misha before I fall asleep. I would like to cause more tension in his relationship with Bassarov. That is my goal this week. I think my tactics of emotional and pscychological warfare are just as effective as anything the people at the Ministry of Terror do.
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