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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 27, 2005 23:44:51 GMT -5
Karina smiles and scoots closer to Frank so that they are practically bumping knees. She leans over like she is going to kiss him... but grabs his arm and teleports them to a barn in France instead. She break out into a fit of giggles and takes her shoes off.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 27, 2005 23:45:47 GMT -5
"Oh, come on... I'm not using it to insult other people in other languages, I don't need to know how to spell it to do that, I'm just trying to make my latest book as unfraught with spelling or grammar errors as possible." Freak Boy said, holding up the manuscript.
"Besides, I think you'll be pleased to know that this is NOT one of my typical works..."
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Post by Frank Richardson on Jan 27, 2005 23:47:14 GMT -5
"That was mean... you don't get someone all excited like that then just teleport to a barn in... where the hell are we?" he asked, looking around the barn.
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Post by Zinn on Jan 27, 2005 23:53:04 GMT -5
"It's called the Red Beast," Zinn says, rolling her eyes. She has collected all of the anarchist bags in a corner for easy transport. She wonders where Wyrm is, since she hasn't seen him in a while. He's so cute, with his politeness and his glasses. There are so many horrible things in the world, and yet he seems to be able to just take a break and enjoy something simple, like an episode of Star Trek. He makes her feel like the 19 year old girl she should be, instead of the emotionally unstable, supressed robot she feels like most of the time.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 27, 2005 23:56:05 GMT -5
"Point taken." Freak Boy says. "But, rather than just going on a full blown rant like I normally do, this time I just wrote a Science Fiction Novel with political undertones.
"Now, unfortunately, the psychologist tells me I need to relax, so I can't get into an argument with you or, as he puts it, my psychosis will throw my mind into a state where rational thought becomes a more and more difficult thing to achieve.
"So can we talk about something else, please?"
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Post by Oneiroi on Jan 27, 2005 23:58:45 GMT -5
((Just a minor note, Oneiroi was raised in England so he has a British accent like those in London. I just don't want to type it))
As I go looking for Freak Boy to inform him of what it is he needs to do, I hear what appears to be a thingyney accent.
"Well well, I wasn't expecting to hear a fellow Brit. What is your name?"
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Post by Karina Bassarov on Jan 28, 2005 0:03:25 GMT -5
Karina laughs. France. You said you've never gone horseback riding. Lets change that. She silently opens a door to a stable and draws a horse out. She cooed and stroked the horses mane. We can share a horse. She can hold us.
(Bedtime. L8ter)
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Post by Frank Richardson on Jan 28, 2005 0:07:35 GMT -5
"Karina... I can barely stand, what makes you think I can ride a horse in this condition?" he asks, blinking a few times.
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Post by Virgil- The Prophet on Jan 28, 2005 0:10:51 GMT -5
Virgil turns as he stands, hefting the axe over his shoulder. He faces Moria and rather than answer in words he roars, in volume and pitch to match a mountain lion, his mouth opening impossibly wide, filled with fanged teeth. Virgil tosses his head, then straightens, "She's ours, she-elf. You can have her when we're done."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 28, 2005 0:13:36 GMT -5
Bassarov sits quietly in his room reading The Red Beast and trying to take notes. He has given up on trying to tutor. He will have to resign from that job because he simply doesn't have the time.
He makes a note that says "Do not Disturb" and tapes it to his door. He is enjoying his alone time. So much of the time he has to be so much for so many people. It is nice to have a break.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Jan 28, 2005 0:16:51 GMT -5
Peter comes out of the bathroom, rubbing his long hair with a towel to dry it faster. He's wearing a pair of faded jeans, no shoes, and no shirt. He looks out from under the towel at Lena and Chai, "Did I hear someone call me?"
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 28, 2005 0:17:34 GMT -5
"Ah, doctor, this charming young woman is Zinn." Freak Boy says, then adds with a smirk; "Very bright young girl - albeit one with OCD and severe paranoia."
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Post by Zinn on Jan 28, 2005 0:23:59 GMT -5
Zinn straigtens her glasses, runs her fingers through her hair, and blinks hard.
"You make good toast, but I am afraid you're not much of a psychologist," Zinn says flatly. "And watch who you call 'girl' considering I am older than you are. Not that age really matters that much."
"My name is Zinn. I am a member of the anarchist party. I've been meaning to meet with you."
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Post by Antero Black on Jan 28, 2005 0:25:20 GMT -5
Antero listens to the conversation between Soren and Sophia before the couple leaves. It sparks an idea in his head and he suddenly feels less depressed.
"No matter who I am or where I have been in my life...I could always feel. I could always feel...maybe too much or too little at the wrong times, but I have real emotion. I can love. I can hate. I can feel shame. I can feel happiness."
He stands up and feels like he has recaptured a little part of who he is or was.
"I can feel. And that is where I can start..and why I am here and why I am thinking the thoughts I think."
He goes back inside to read a book on Kropotkin. Not the Kropotkin that he loved and lost, but the anarchist theorist.
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Post by Ezra Weil on Jan 28, 2005 0:29:11 GMT -5
Because of the null fields, Ezra does not hear Raz's telepathic call for him. He sits alone in his cell and thinks about Hedeon's revelations.
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