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Post by TheWyrm on Feb 6, 2005 20:11:08 GMT -5
"Okay okay, I'm coming..." I say, like a little kid being dragged along by his parents. I grab my laptop, and one change of clothes. I reach the arch of the doorway, and feel something in my room pulling me back, I just don't quite know what it is yet...
"Ahhhhhh just one more minute....."
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Post by Pierre Proudhon on Feb 6, 2005 20:11:45 GMT -5
"Wow, you have a gameboy Wyrm! What games are you brining? Too bad you don't have two!" Pierre says as he starts looking through Wyrm's things.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Feb 6, 2005 20:12:12 GMT -5
"And I think I'm all healed, but maybe I could use a second opinion..." My nuzzles turn into gentle lickings.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 6, 2005 20:15:00 GMT -5
"My fictional Russian novel counterpart was a doctor." Bassarov replies.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Feb 6, 2005 20:15:16 GMT -5
As Sakari begins to bug Wyrm to leave, he sees a second gameboy on the ground. He grabs it and hands it to Pierre, getting a little impatient.
"Okay, now let's get going."
They set out for the van in America.
"I volunteer to drive if nobody else wants to."
((The road trip starts now, any anarchists can tag along, and Onerei I know you haven't been on in awhile, and I don't even know if you've agreed to come or not, but you're coming too))
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 6, 2005 20:17:04 GMT -5
I make it to Mischa'a apartment, but I can sense what's going on inside. I almost knock on the door, but that'd just be rude. After all, would I want Mischa to interrupt Bassarov and myself? I light another cigarette off the butt of the one I just finished, drop the butt on the ground and walk down to the rebel base.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Feb 6, 2005 20:17:16 GMT -5
"That by default means you must know what you're doing." I jump over the chair, and squeeze myself behind Vossya. My hands begin to wander.
"Should I start to take my clothes off, then?" I ask submissively.
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Post by Pierre Proudhon on Feb 6, 2005 20:17:34 GMT -5
"Sakari is being pushy." Pierre whispers to Wyrm as he gets in the very back of the van.
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Post by Antero Black on Feb 6, 2005 20:21:37 GMT -5
"Shotgun!" Antero calls out and jumps into the passenger side.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 6, 2005 20:26:43 GMT -5
"We get so much company that it might be wise to go to the other room." Bassarov replies in a controlled manner.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Feb 6, 2005 20:37:10 GMT -5
"Good call." I say, standing us both up, and leading him into my room.
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Post by TheWyrm on Feb 6, 2005 20:39:41 GMT -5
"Yeah he is... What a butthead..." I reply to Pierre. "But hey, we both have gamebo-"
"Aw no way, I wanted shotgun!!" I run behind Antero, just missing the opportunity. I sit in the back, somewhat defeated. The van is huge and it looks like all the seats can fold down. I question where Sakari got this van from, and wonder if that red blotch at my feet is blood or rust, and decide to let it go.
"Hey Pierre, you wanna play Fire Emblem?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 6, 2005 20:41:54 GMT -5
Bassarov closes the door behind them and takes off his jacket, hanging it on the door. It has been a few weeks since he has done anything with Mischa and is glad that he is finally feeling better. He turns to face Mischa and starts peeling off his comrade's clothes.
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Post by Pierre Proudhon on Feb 6, 2005 20:43:47 GMT -5
"Sure, but how is Sakari going to drive this van from France to America?"
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 6, 2005 20:44:27 GMT -5
I walk into the rebel base and straight to my office. My ashtray is full so I take the time to empty it before I fall into my chair.. I have had a stressful day and feel like taking out my stress by scorching my lungs for awhile. I'll still wantto visit Bassarov after he has finished, his affairs with Mischa no longer bothering me. I just hope Mischa can also learn to share...
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