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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 3, 2005 3:42:43 GMT -5
Bassarov:...Lady Violet?
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Post by Lady Violet on Feb 3, 2005 3:45:17 GMT -5
VioletsareBlueLV: No. This is just a dream. I have better things to do than argue with you. I hope you liked the gift I sent you. I hated killing him, he was nice company. And a nice lover despite his age.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 3, 2005 3:47:15 GMT -5
Bassarov wakes up at his computer desk. He gasps and shakes his head. His computer is off, there is cold coffee and a pile of papers to his left.
"That was a dream.. just a dream?"
He shakes his head, uncertain if he was dreaming or if he really did have that conversation. No, it must have been a dream. Lady Violet would not waste her time talking to him.
He gets up and goes to Mischa's room. He feels strange and uneasy.
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Post by Korbinian Kautsky on Feb 3, 2005 3:55:16 GMT -5
Kautsky sits down at a long table with a bowl of oatmeal. The tables are the sort of tables that public schools have. The long kind with colored seats. They are the kind that can be folded up and stored if they need to be.
He sits down next to a woman who he hadn't noticed at the camp before. He is social and likes to get to know the other prisoners.
"Are you new here? I haven't see you before."
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Post by Melinda Wollstonecraft on Feb 3, 2005 3:57:37 GMT -5
"No, I am not new here." I reply plainly.
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Post by Korbinian Kautsky on Feb 3, 2005 3:59:51 GMT -5
"Oh, I hadn't noticed you before. What's your name and what are you in for?" Kautsky asks the woman. She looks weary. She also looks to be in her early 30s. She does not appear to be a rebelious woman. She seems mild and plain.
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Post by Melinda Wollstonecraft on Feb 3, 2005 4:02:58 GMT -5
"My name is Melinda. I was sent here because I was a pre school teacher at an underground Christian school."
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Post by Korbinian Kautsky on Feb 3, 2005 4:06:05 GMT -5
"That's really terrible. That Red Infinity would send a pre school teacher to a labor camp!" Kautsky says in outrage. His outrage is not passionate or spirited. As with everything about him, it is controlled and muted. If he were a color it would likely be a muted creamy yellow if that says anything about his personality.
"I'm Korbinian Kautsky. I have been here seven years because of my involvement in the democratic socialist movement."
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Post by Melinda Wollstonecraft on Feb 3, 2005 4:08:12 GMT -5
"Pleased to meet you Mr. Kautsky. So you are a socialist? I really...don't agree with socialism."
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Post by Korbinian Kautsky on Feb 3, 2005 4:11:03 GMT -5
"I really doubt that I am like other socialists that you have met. I actually think that a little capitalism is not a bad thing. I believe that we can make compromises with capitalism and create a democratic society which provides for those who need help while at the same time allowing the talented and innovative to excell."
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Post by Melinda Wollstonecraft on Feb 3, 2005 4:12:34 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. I really am not interested in politics. I have to go."
I pick up my bowl and leave the man. I do not like disagreements therefore I thought it would be best to leave him.
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Post by Korbinian Kautsky on Feb 3, 2005 4:14:13 GMT -5
Kautsky watches the woman leave and wonders if perhaps he said something which offended her. He sighs and eats his oatmeal. He doesn't let this get him down since he is pleased with the successes the democratic socialists have achieved.
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Post by Antero Black on Feb 3, 2005 4:22:49 GMT -5
"Hey Sakari, let's go pick up the van from your friend. It's boring just standing around here."
Antero has changed some in the past few weeks but remains the same impatient and sometimes immature person that he was before Simona and Sasha died.
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Post by Kaschei on Feb 3, 2005 4:34:35 GMT -5
Kaschei sits in his office stewing over his encounter with Lady Violet. He cares about Illidan but will be d**ned before bowing to Violet. This is the position they want him to be in. They want him to grovel before their power.
"I would rather let Illidan die than bow before that woman. I will contact Kaieka. Maybe Kaieka can talk Lady Violet into letting Illidan live."
Kaschei sends an email to Kaieka requesting that she visit Violet regarding Illidan being purged.
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Post by Ezra Weil on Feb 3, 2005 5:41:47 GMT -5
No one comes to Ezra's aid. He tries to put together the fragmented memories in his mind. He remembers his life like a photo album sent through a shredder. His mind is a montage of pictures, words, faces, and scenes that don't make sense.
"My name is Ezra...this place...I don't know what this place is..."
He shakes his head and sits back down. His body is still badly injurred but someone or thing has been tending his wounds as he has been sleeping.
"..I don't know why I am here."
He sees the faces of Simona and Raz Nili Ze'ev but they mean little to him. Maybe this is some forced forgetfulness. Maybe this is a reaction to a life he couldn't handle. Or it could be that the demons beat him so badly his mind is damaged.
"...I collect infromation!" He remembers.
"Yes, in Moscow. I collect information. If I collect information...I must be able to sneak in and out of places. I can figure out how to escape..."
Maybe those parts that are useful to him can be remembered. The parts that are painful are locked away.
Someone must come to him with the metaphoric key.
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