|
|
Post by TheWyrm on Jan 28, 2005 22:51:57 GMT -5
After playing Half Life 3 for about 9 hours, I decide maybe it's time to take a break. I look up and see an unfamiliar face. I set the keyboard which was on my lap, on the ground in front of me, and stand up.
"Oh, hey." I say, a little confused. "I've never seen you before so I don't know how you think I've been ignoring you. Who are you?"
|
|
|
|
Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 28, 2005 22:54:20 GMT -5
"OKay!" I say as I press on the star.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pierre Proudhon on Jan 28, 2005 22:54:41 GMT -5
"My name is Pierre, I have a summer home with my grandmother right next door. She sent me over to borrow some baking powder. I am not sure what she plans on making." Pierre says, not knowing that these people are anarchists.
|
|
|
|
Post by TheWyrm on Jan 28, 2005 22:58:20 GMT -5
"Oh, so you're not one of the new recruits." I say, a little bewildered. "Okay, I think we have some baking powder." I say leading him to the kitchen.
"Here, how much did you need?" I say, holding out baking soda and not baking powder. All I could tell was that the label said 'baking' on it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kaieka on Jan 28, 2005 23:02:42 GMT -5
"Well, if you are not looking for pity or mercy, then this is the place for you."
I walk back to him and grab him by his shirt collar, hoisting him to his feet. I undo the shackles and push him toward the center of the room, where a large, bloody table reeks with the stench of past torturings and executions.
"How about a little old fashioned torture session? What do you think, Red, should we concentrate on breaking or cutting? I will let it be your choice."
|
|
|
|
Post by Pierre Proudhon on Jan 28, 2005 23:02:44 GMT -5
"Why are so many young people living in this house? Are you students?" Pierre asks after thanking Wyrm for the baking soda.
|
|
|
|
Post by Helene on Jan 28, 2005 23:08:43 GMT -5
The sound of air rushing in roars in my ears. I press the top open and sit up. I have to blink and cover my eyes. Man, that hurt. Hi Zero... I move my hand from my eyes and start to try to bring order to my hair, which has stuck up in an odd direction.
|
|
|
|
Post by TheWyrm on Jan 28, 2005 23:08:44 GMT -5
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." I am a little uncomfortable with the notion of telling him that we are anarchists, but that fades quickly with the initial excitement of the ability to tell a new person about your politics.
"We're anarchists, and we're hiding from Red Infinity!" I state proudly, and probably stupidly.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pierre Proudhon on Jan 28, 2005 23:11:35 GMT -5
"Really? I am an anarchist as well."
Pierre states cassually.
|
|
|
|
Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 28, 2005 23:12:11 GMT -5
"I'd almost forgotten that you're half vampire... I've never seen a casket like yours before." After all I did work for Kolov, who was a vampire...
|
|
|
|
Post by TheWyrm on Jan 28, 2005 23:14:17 GMT -5
"Really?! That's so cool!! Oh man, and you live next door?! Hey, you should stop by more often, or maybe you could move in with us. You said you lived with your grandma? Is she an anarchist too?" I ramble.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pierre Proudhon on Jan 28, 2005 23:15:38 GMT -5
"No, but she makes the best ginger snaps in the world. I will come over and visit every day! It will be great!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Helene on Jan 28, 2005 23:19:13 GMT -5
It was my father's. He would seal himself away in it everytime my mother was pregnant so she couldn't try to bleed him dry in his sleep. I strech and yawn, showing off my fangs before closing my mouth. I swing myself around so my legs dangle over the edge and stand up. I am a little wobbly so I stand still.
|
|
|
|
Post by TheWyrm on Jan 28, 2005 23:21:05 GMT -5
"Awesome, I love ginger snaps!" I reply happily.
((Gotta go))
|
|
|
|
Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 28, 2005 23:22:22 GMT -5
"Just how many brothers and sisters do you have?" I ask. "I have two half brothers and thirty five half sisters... Though I don;t know any of them."
|
|
