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Post by Josef Stalin on Feb 7, 2005 2:51:56 GMT -5
(Sorry if I'm kinda on and off, but I'm writing a report so I will be on and off for a while.)
"Don't worry, I'm sure she will turn out just fine. At least she is not in the home of abusive parents." Unlike myself...
"Hikari is a lucky girl. Not only does she have a nice home and a roof over her head, but she has one of the kindest women in the world as her mother." Stalin said with a warm smile.
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Post by Lady Violet on Feb 7, 2005 2:53:36 GMT -5
"I'm glad that you think so. There are some who do not see me as a kind woman. But, I do care about people and have a genuine belief that we are slowly building a better world."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 2:57:35 GMT -5
Bassarov sits back in his seat, setting his orange number 2 pencil down.
"I haven't really seen her. Mischa and Zero didn't see her. It has to be in my head. But my now? I have been relatively sane all of these years. I shouldn't be having these hallucinations."
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Post by Sayuka on Feb 7, 2005 2:59:37 GMT -5
[glow=violet,2,300]"How are you feeling, Basarov? I heard you weren't doing so well."[/glow]
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 3:02:34 GMT -5
Bassarov nearly jumps out of his seat. He turns around and almost has a panic attack, until he notices that it is only Sayuka.
"You know, you sound a lot like Lady Violet. Has anyone ever told you that?"
He swipes his hand through his hair.
"I am doing fine, I am just a little stressed or tired."
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Post by Josef Stalin on Feb 7, 2005 3:04:10 GMT -5
"Those who do not think you to be kind have a skewed and wrong view of you, Lady Violet." Stalin said, taking a few bites of his rice.
"You remind me of someone I once knew... I can't put my finger on who, but I know you remind me of a girl I knew in my youth. Oh well, it is not important. It is childish to dwell on such things." Stalin said, catching himself before he went into a state of nostalgia again.
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Post by Sayuka on Feb 7, 2005 3:04:22 GMT -5
[glow=violet,2,300]"No, I was not aware that I sounded like Lady Violet."[/glow]
I sit down on his bed.
[glow=violet,2,300]"I could write the book instead. I was there too you know."[/glow]
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Post by Lady Violet on Feb 7, 2005 3:05:44 GMT -5
"I remind you of someone? Oh do tell. I have nothing else to do tonight but listen to some stories."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 3:07:44 GMT -5
"Let's not talk about the revolution or the book." Bassarov says to her. He doesn't know why but he has never felt close with Sayuka. He has never felt like she was one of his comrades. There was always something that kept them distant. Sure, he know her well, maybe better than most people, but he never felt attraction or even friendship towards this woman.
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Post by Josef Stalin on Feb 7, 2005 3:11:48 GMT -5
Stalin smiled. He was good at telling stories, he was a Georgian after all. Unfortunately, since this happened over 50 years ago(to him) his memory wouldn't be as good.
"Very well then... when I was a young boy, before joining the Bolsheviks, there was a girl in my class whom you remind me of. She didn't look like you, but she was always so selfless and caring. She wore her hair in pig tails and I always thought her cute...
"One day my lunch was stolen by one of the bigger kids, his name escapes me now, but considering I was about 50 some odd years younger it's not surprising. Anyway, she actually gave me her apple, just to be nice." he said as his smile broadened.
"But my childhood would bore you to tears, most likely... I think I know a story you would be more interested in. The day I met Mao Tse-tung on my 70th Birthday."
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Post by Sayuka on Feb 7, 2005 3:12:02 GMT -5
I sit tall and cross my long legs.
[glow=violet,2,300]"Fine, I don't care much for writing anyway."[/glow]
I stare into his eyes.
[glow=violet,2,300]"I would account things differently than you anyway, since the ISP members who didn't join the the revolution were slaughtered shortly after. Oh, the joys of the fear of counter revolution. We have never been comrades since most of mine are dead."[/glow]
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Post by Lady Violet on Feb 7, 2005 3:14:30 GMT -5
"That's a pleasant story, and if you must know the truth, I would rather not hear stories of Mao. My greatest anguish in life is that I am not a human. I am a demon clone. Because of that I will never truly feel the same as the masses whom support Red Infinity."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Feb 7, 2005 3:16:11 GMT -5
"We're on the east coast heading west, leaving Capital City, and heading into some more rural areas which weren't hit very hard by the revolution." Sakari replies. "Should we stop? Is anybody getting bored hungry or antsy?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 3:16:53 GMT -5
"Sayuka...I need some rest. Thanks for stopping by, but, I need to be alone right now." Bassarov dismisses her since her experience was different than his. She was a member of another revolutionary party. Her party reluctantly joined the revolution, though some members were against. Because some members were against joining the revolution, some were killed after the revolution for fear of counter revolution.
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Post by Sayuka on Feb 7, 2005 3:19:23 GMT -5
[glow=violet,2,300]"I will talk to you another time."[/glow]
I get up and leave Bassarov to his false accounts of the revolution.
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