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Post by Illidan on Feb 7, 2005 21:44:53 GMT -5
"Well, I will figure out something to wear." He is still determined that he would like to try out a dress. He has a sequined short lilac colored one that caught his eye. Anyway, he wants to do something unique or shocking.
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 7, 2005 21:46:09 GMT -5
When her eyes flicker, Freak Boy smiles.
"Cool..." he says, trying to stand up, only to fall again.
"I know what you're thinking, Erika.... but... but you are NOT drunk... until you have to grab the grass to stop from falling off the earth." he says, again trying to stand but falling.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 21:46:51 GMT -5
"I admit that I don't really want to take a vacation. I would really like to work on the book, even if it has been a troublesome project."
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Post by Kaieka on Feb 7, 2005 21:49:44 GMT -5
"Okay. Oh, Illidan, let's do something fun, right now... before the dance, before you have to go back to work. What should we do?"
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 7, 2005 21:50:08 GMT -5
"Yes, you do... You just don't seem to realize it yet. You're psycologically exhausted.... And when was the last time you took a real vacation? Not since you met me that's for sure."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 21:51:38 GMT -5
"Please, I don't need people telling me what I must or must not do. I will take a vacation as soon as I am done writing. It will be a celebration of work completed."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 7, 2005 21:52:11 GMT -5
"Ich amm not drunk..." I mutter, and take another swig. I feel dizzy and the normally sharp lines between the pixels are beginning to blur, giving the red image of the world a startling softness that I haven't seen for a long, long time.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 7, 2005 21:53:54 GMT -5
"Fine, but you do need to blow off some stress... You don't drink or smoke, what do you do to get rid of stress?"
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 7, 2005 21:54:59 GMT -5
Freak Boy pulls himself up onto his bed, where Erika was sitting, and manages to crawl next to her, sitting up.
"Erika... y'know, even though you're a Nazi... I'm proud to call you my friend!" he said, hugging her. Only when you're drunk do things pour out...
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 7, 2005 21:56:34 GMT -5
"Ich salute you mein freind..." I stammer, make a fist of my right hand, smack it to my chest and Nazi salute him. I then pick up my largely empty beer. "To friends."
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Post by Illidan on Feb 7, 2005 21:58:50 GMT -5
"We could go out for pizza and to the arboratum. That is something...fun!"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 22:01:25 GMT -5
Bassarov thinks for a moment what he does to alleviate stress.
Sex is always a good release, but he doesn't want to bring it up considering all the tension and troubles it has also brought him.
"Maybe I should go back to Russia for a while and write there."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 7, 2005 22:03:56 GMT -5
"That's not a bad idea. One of us could go with you, or I could send someone to make sure you don't get into trouble." I am not worried about his involvement with strangers, but more that Red Infinity might come after him when I can't protect him.
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 7, 2005 22:09:11 GMT -5
"To friends!" Freak Boy said, snatching the liquor bottle and taking a swig of it as Erika finished her beer.
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Post by TheWyrm on Feb 7, 2005 22:09:36 GMT -5
I walk around the rest area, and wonder when we are going to leave again. I can't wait for it to rain, and hear the pitter patter of it against the van, it'll be like camping.
"Hey Pierre, where are you from?"
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