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Post by Cephrien on Feb 18, 2005 11:29:05 GMT -5
Ceph spotted the Capitalists after using the capitalist man on the train to find them.. perfect.. since they were all in a group.. it would be easy to just blast them all at once.. of course.. the other people around would be a problem.. He slipped his hands into his pockets and leaned on the wall, waiting for the right time to attack the Capitalist group.
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Dariya Pisarev
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What Can Be Destroyed, Should Be Destroyed.
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Post by Dariya Pisarev on Feb 18, 2005 12:00:50 GMT -5
I decide that I don't want Nikolai to foolishly risk his life for me. He is not a nihilist and is still limited by foolish things such as love or friendship.
I focus my mind on Nikolai and send a message to where he is. The message appears on a wall close to him and is writen in my own blood.
You don't understand. Don't come for me. I am not your friend. I don't love you. I don't believe in love or friendship. Never risk your life for another. It is the one thing you have.
-Dariya
The blood drips down the wall nearest to him, and I pass out in my cell.
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Post by Nikolai Smirinaiov on Feb 18, 2005 13:25:34 GMT -5
He sees her message and begins thinking about his plans. He becomes discouraged that she does not wish his assistance. Being as wreckless as he is, he decides he still wants to but, he'll need more time to plan. He writes a message on a piece of paper and slides it under Bassarov's door along with his business card. Gone to think things over, the rescue mission will have to wait. Thank you for offering the assistance though. Contact me on my satellite phone if you need me.
Sincerely,
Nikolai Smirinaiov
He then walks out to his first car he stole and unlocks it. He sits down, closes the door, and begins thinking, 'You fool, she's said over and over that she doesn't care about you, why do you insist on helping the pregnant dog.' 'Because, whether or not she cares about me, I can't let someone suffer in the hands of those bastards.' 'Whatever, you're wasting your time. You think taking time to think about it will make the situation any better?' 'It will allow me to clear my head, now shut the f**k up.' He jump-starts the car and backs out. He takes off, barking the tires in the process. |
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 18, 2005 13:48:39 GMT -5
Freak Boy continued writing his book, the door locked and blocked off with a chair. As of late last night, he did not want to be disturbed. After the drama with Elijah, he simply wanted to shut himself up in that room, type till his fingers broke fromt he strain, and spend the rest of his life in recluse...
He has calmed down a bit since then, no longer aspiring to become a recluse, but still determined to type until A.) He felt better, or B.) Till his fingers broke.
"The Tramp" was quickly turning from a short story into a novel that would rival Dostoevsky's lengthy ranting and rambling.
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John Peron
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Post by John Peron on Feb 18, 2005 13:51:38 GMT -5
"Ah! Hola Senor O'niel! Como estas?" Peron asked, extending a hand.
He was in a rather joyous mood, as not only is he no longer doomed to work on that battleship, but has proven to himself that he and Lady Blue see eye to eye on levels of politics. However, he still did not know where she stood as far as running a country goes. He was personally in favor of a sort of Military Police. His views of governmental rule were very close to that of a military coup.
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Post by Josef Stalin on Feb 18, 2005 14:02:42 GMT -5
Stalin arose rather early. It was about 4 am. He had gone to bed at around three, so he had gotten next to no sleep. Last night he had watched The Good, the Bad and the Ugly for about the 33rd time. Stalin loved westerns. Always has.
He got up, grumbling to himself, before showering and getting dressed in his usual attire. The military tunic of the Generalissimo of the Soviet People. Yes, the Soviets were no longer around, but Stalin refused to give up old habbits. He went to work, whistiling the theme to the movie he saw last night.
He sat down at his desk and began to catch up on all the paperwork he missed while at the Ministry of Education. Behind his desk were three portraits; one of Marx, one of Lenin and one of Stalin himself. Stalin's was in the center with Lenin on the left of him and Marx on the right(from portrait pov).
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Post by Carter O'Neil on Feb 18, 2005 14:04:00 GMT -5
"Estoy bien, y tu?"
Carter really doesn't know much spanish or any language but English for that matter.But he figures he should at least try to talk. He smiles and shakes hands with Peron.
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John Peron
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Post by John Peron on Feb 18, 2005 14:06:58 GMT -5
"Bien, bien. Muy bien. Apenas un poco tensionada, de que es todo. He estado trabajando demasiado difícilmente y me siento que necesito una rotura, pero con el infinito rojo que respira abajo de nuestros cuellos como son, lo encuentre fuera grosero poner en un pedido vacaciones. ¿Tengo razón?" Peron asked with a laugh.
Translation: Fine, fine. Very good. Just a little stressed, that is all. I have been working too hard and feel I need a break, but with Red Infinity breathing down our necks like they are, I find it would be rude to put in a request for a vacation. Am I right?
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Post by Cephrien on Feb 18, 2005 14:08:47 GMT -5
Ceph smirked and pushed himself off the wall.. now was a good time.. He turned around and aimed his gun at the back of the Capitalist identified as Carter O'Neil. A grin of demonic excitement, spread across his lips as he repeatedly pulled the trigger.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 18, 2005 14:09:36 GMT -5
(To Nikolai)
Bassarov wakes up and sees that Nikolai is gone. He would like to get to know Nikolai better so they can do some political work together. When he sees the bloody message on his wall, Bassarov becomes ill, but figures who sent it.
Worried about Nikolai he decides to send him a telepathic message.
If you still need help rescuing her, I will still help you. I hope you come back sometime so we can talk, but I understand that you need to clear your thoughts.
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Post by Carter O'Neil on Feb 18, 2005 14:12:26 GMT -5
Carter feels the gun to his back and goes as pale as a sheet. His eyes bulge and his tongue becomes dry with anxiety.
"What...what do you want...?" He asks nervously.
Carter is not a fighter and reacts as most humans would to violent situations.
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Post by Cephrien on Feb 18, 2005 14:15:01 GMT -5
Ceph's eyes darkened and slightly glowed a blood red as he approached the man. "..Oh.. it's nothing that i want...I'm just doing my job..." He said and aimed his gun to his head. "...You should say your prayers while you still can..."
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Post by Kazenara Miyajima on Feb 18, 2005 14:16:57 GMT -5
Kaze sighes and sits on the couch.
"You shouldn't have admited your weakness," Kaze thought as she stared ahead of her.
She had the same dark look to her eyes, her head bent down slightly and her arms crossed over her chest.
"You are no longer a use to them."
"If I wasn't a use to them they Bassarov would have said so."
She argued with herself.
"But Bassarov wouldn't say it and you know it."
"Shut up."
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Post by Carter O'Neil on Feb 18, 2005 14:17:54 GMT -5
"I'm a peaceful man. I wouldn't hurt a fly. But if you want to kill me,I lived a good life and can meet my maker."
Carter closes his eyes and folds his hands in prayer.
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Post by Cephrien on Feb 18, 2005 14:23:22 GMT -5
Ceph blinked a few times and then smiled. Strange.. that a human like this would be brave enough to just give up and accept death.. "...You're making a very wise decision... I hope you find peace in your next life..." He said and pressed the barrel of the gun to his forehead.. It will be quick and painless..
The demon closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.
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