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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 14, 2005 1:17:38 GMT -5
the next thread
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Post by Dr. Andrea Murdock on Feb 15, 2005 21:02:50 GMT -5
"Of course. I always have time for you, Mr. Futsu," Dr. Murdock says benevolently.
"Come on in," she says, motioning to the comfortable looking chair across from her desk. The office is impeccably neat. There is a potted plant next to the window, the walls are a relaxing lemon chiffon color, and there is a large Red Infinity flag in the corner.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Feb 15, 2005 21:03:26 GMT -5
"Well, there is one thing... You might like it, too." Sakari states, still a little tipsy.
I rest my hand on her shoulder in such a way that it would be impossible to tell my motives by this one gesture, then cover it up.
"Oh look at me, I haven't even been drinking and I'm all tipsy... Must've been that whole, blood sucking thing, you're really good at that."
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Post by Antero Black on Feb 15, 2005 21:04:12 GMT -5
Antero enters the room cautiously and takes a seat on the coffee table. He usually isn't fussy about what furniture he sits on.
"I think Kropotkin is a great writer. He has a lot of passion, a lot more than many political writers. It makes me think about things. Like...prisons and mental institutions. He wrote this essay about those. He doesn't believe in prisons or mental institutions since it is unnatural for people to be seperated from other humans and that to rehabilitate the criminal or mentallly ill you should show them kindness, patience, and brotherhood ."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 15, 2005 21:07:37 GMT -5
I hear a young man outside call me mother. It seems he is the result of the mating that this body had demanded, a mistake I will never allow myself to make again. Now the body is just a vessel, I feel it no longer. "Yes, come in." I say plesantly.
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Post by Mitroshka von Nadyezhda on Feb 15, 2005 21:08:39 GMT -5
I enter.
"Good day mother, have you been well?"
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Post by Victoria on Feb 15, 2005 21:08:44 GMT -5
I roll my eyes without meaning too.
"Well, if you are tipsy, maybe you should lay down."
I push him down onto the bed. I have this feeling in the back of my mind that something bad might happen soon, but I ignore it.
I lean over Sakari and kiss his lips then down his neck. I start to unbuckle his belt.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 15, 2005 21:08:58 GMT -5
I squeeze his hand as he shuts the door, and quickly strip down to my underwear. "I'm always glad to help you, my love."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 15, 2005 21:10:26 GMT -5
"I've been okay.... Mitya. I've been having headaches." I say. Clearly the next time I encounter one of my host's friends I'd better prefetch the information beforehand. "How are you?"
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Feb 15, 2005 21:10:59 GMT -5
"Thank you, Dr. Murdock." I reply in a consistent cheery business like tone of voice.
"I was going to discuss this matter with Lady Violet, but since the incident at the Ministry of Education, I didn't want to disturb her. There's an operative on the purge list named Victoria, and it is my opinion that her name somehow found its way onto the list by mistake." I say, folding my hands on my lap, and casually looking around her immaculate office.
"I understand that usually these things are permanent, however I believe that Victoria is an invaluable asset to Red Infinity and it would be a shame to have her purged."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 15, 2005 21:11:17 GMT -5
Bassarov climbs under his covers and double checks the alarm clock. It is an antique green metal one that his father had. It is sometimes a little unreliable. After checking the clock, he puts his arms around Zero and goes to sleep.
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Post by Mitroshka von Nadyezhda on Feb 15, 2005 21:11:42 GMT -5
"I have not been bad. My training has been put on hold for awhile. Are you ill?" I ask with concern. "Perhaps we should call a doctor to examine you."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Feb 15, 2005 21:13:26 GMT -5
Sakari wastes no time, and reaches his hands around her back, up her shirt, and fumbles with her bra strap.
"Perhaps you should accompany me... I hate to nap alone." I say, hearing noisy footsteps outside, slowly nearing this room.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 15, 2005 21:14:11 GMT -5
"No, I'm fine. I'm just old." I say. I certainly don't look my age, but age-controlling hormones or not I am over 620 years old...
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Post by Mitroshka von Nadyezhda on Feb 15, 2005 21:14:56 GMT -5
"I see. If you are unwell, I can return another time," I say tentatively.
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