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Post by Raz Nili Ze'ev on Jan 31, 2005 2:42:15 GMT -5
They arrive in Paris.
"Who do you mean?"
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Chaya
Senior Member
The Personification of Taint
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Post by Chaya on Jan 31, 2005 2:45:40 GMT -5
"I mean anyone...anyone in La Resistance. If I knew their names I could speak to them, that way, they would know that we are here and what we want from them."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 31, 2005 3:04:12 GMT -5
Bassarov has writer's block, so he decides to return to his own apartment and write there. The short walk and new atmosphere should help.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 31, 2005 3:06:34 GMT -5
Freak Boy, watching his movies and eating Kautsky's food while waiting for Kautsky's letter, begins worrying about what Bassarov will do when he shows up to find his window shattered. Jumping out of it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he had glass all over his shirt and had cut up his face ever so slightly. Oh well... if Bassarov wanted an explanation for the window he could always contact him mentally.
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Post by Damascus on Jan 31, 2005 3:08:53 GMT -5
The titanic beast smiled, all razor sharp, six foot long, fangs, gleaming white in the light reflected off of the snow.
He rose, fluid and gracefully to his feet, shaking from head to the tip of his tail. Snow fell off of him in an avalanche.
He lowered his great neck so that she could use his spiked scales as hand and foot holds.
The Virgin Islands it is then. Shouldn't be a problem at all.
He stretched out his huge wings, each as long as his torso, with crimson-black spiked scales and cherry red webbing.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 31, 2005 3:12:29 GMT -5
Bassarov returns to his apartment to see a window broken and a missing Freakboy. Somehow he has no problem imagining what happened.
"Well, I hope he is alright. He better be...so he can pay for that. I just quit my job so money will be tight again..."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 31, 2005 3:18:52 GMT -5
Independance Day ends and Freak Boy decides to check on Bassarov before putting in another movie.
Hey, Bassarov? Where are you? Freak Boy thinks mentally to Bassarov, planning to break the news about the window to him before he got home, assuming he wasn't there already.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 31, 2005 3:20:55 GMT -5
I'm back at home. I was happy to hear that you are back from the Ministry of Terror, but next time use the door when you leave my apartment...or at least open the window first. Now I have to board it over until we can get it fixed, and I really am terrible at home repair projects. If I hammer my finger, you are to blame.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 31, 2005 3:24:44 GMT -5
Freak Boy didn't know whether or not he should laugh, for it was often hard to tell when Bassarov was being sarcastic.
Yeah, sorry... I'll pay for that. Wow... that seemed almost like Freak Boy's catch phrase. If there was ever a Freak Boy action figure, it would have a button that made it say, "I'll pay for that."
Anyway, this Red Infinity guy sent a message into my head, obviously feeling thingyy, so what choice did I have? Besides, it's your fault for keeping the windows so d**n clean - I thought it was open. he thought back in a joking tone.
Let's count the things Freak Boy STILL has to pay for:
Window he shot
Mischa's door
The coffee table leg
Window he jumped through
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 31, 2005 3:26:44 GMT -5
Thank Mishca, he does most of the cooking and cleaning. I do the cool, exciting things like prepare for revolution. Bassarov says, feeling less serious than usual.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 31, 2005 3:29:20 GMT -5
Just so long as those things don't involve hunting me down and breaking my kneecaps, then I'm fine with it. he says in an equally joking tone.
Anyway, I'd tell you where I'm staying but... you never know who could be listening.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 31, 2005 3:30:46 GMT -5
"That's fine, it is better for you to remain in hiding right now. It will be good for your peace of mind."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 31, 2005 3:35:06 GMT -5
Right. Just keep my stuff safe while I'm gone, I think I left my old yearbook on the kitchen table. Just put it in my sack of crap. Freak Boy thought, reclining the chair.
Freak Boy's old yearbook was opened to his class photo. The next page had the whole Class Vote thing. He was voted the Class Mooch. His real name had been scratched out with pen by none other than Freak Boy himself.
Oh, and tell Mischa I'll give him back his shirt when I get back... I, I kinda borrowed it without asking after taking a shower.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 31, 2005 3:39:12 GMT -5
Bassarov goes to the yearbook and pages through it.
"FreakBoy, I had no idea your real name was Francis Butterman. No wonder you took on an alias. FB..very clever, Francis."
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 31, 2005 3:44:20 GMT -5
Freak Boy quirked a brow. His real name was Alejos Hernandez de los santos Coy IV, but for the sake of protecting his alias, he'd let Bassarov think he was that wierd kid in his Algebra class.
Uuuuh... yeah, sure. Thanks
(for the record, Butterman isn't a Hispanic name. lol. Just thought I'd bring that up. Also, by scratched out in pen, I meant throughout the whole yearbook. But we can say the two pictures of Alejos and Francis were switched on one page.)
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