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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Nov 10, 2003 2:55:34 GMT -5
I sat up. I couldn't sleep. I turned on a lamp and started to read a book.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 10, 2003 3:00:43 GMT -5
To Kisa as an NPC:
Cassenia is given the keys to her new apartment, but learns that she is sharing the room with a room mate. This upsets her, but at least the rent will be cheaper. The only downside is that she will no longer be able to hold Red Infinity party meetings in her apartment, unless her room mate is a member.
She unlocks the door and see that her roommate has already unpacked her things.
"You must be the roommate..." she said as she rolled her eyes.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 10, 2003 3:03:02 GMT -5
Bassarov touches his side, and notices that his wound has suddenly reopened. He pulls his hand away to see that it is covered in blood.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 10, 2003 3:10:16 GMT -5
I gaze up at this strange man, trying to figure out who he is and of what consequence. A street lamp is lit across the road from his balcony and all at once his features are revealed.
I gasp. This is the man from the Ministry of Terror. He awakens such feelings in me and I have no idea as to why.
I smile, I am glad that he made it out of the Ministry. I was hoping that I might see him again.
I want to call to him, to ask him why he affects me so, when no one else can, but I keep my mouth shut. I would just sound foolish. I must remember how he talked, how he placed all of his emotions into his love of revolution. He wouldn't understand my mixed feelings.
I wonder again why I gave him the keys with which he escaped. Mercy is not one of the traits that I am best known for.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 10, 2003 3:16:45 GMT -5
Bassarov surveys the city streets. Earlier, he thought he heard a child cry. Not an unusual thing in a such a cruel city. He looks down and the streets are vacant, but for a few street walkers. Then he sees her in the the shadows, or perhaps he believes he sees her. The woman who helped him escape. A sense of fear washes over him and he falls back against the sliding glass door to the apartment. Has she come to kill him? Perhaps her superiors sent her after him...
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 10, 2003 3:25:25 GMT -5
He looked right at me, I know he did, just now. Something stirs within me at the look. But he stumbles back. Is he still hurt? I wonder as I remember that I was one of those who inflicted the pain. I notice blood on his shirt and am suddenly very concious of the fact that I still bear traces of blood on my hands and face from the children that I just murdered. I try wipe my face and try to hide my hands among the folds of my cloak.
"Bassarov." my mouth forms the word, though it comes out as barely a whisper. I cannot ask him to come down. He would not do it, not after what I did to him. I look at him one more time, wishing that he could take me in his arms and create for me the world of love in which I long to live, and then I turn away.
We will meet again. I have hardly met this man, and yet I feel as if I couldn't live without his presence. For now though, I will pull my hood back over my head, hiding me from any questioning eyes, and try to find a place to rest during the day ahead.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 10, 2003 3:32:03 GMT -5
Bassarov turns away and goes inside where it is safe. He is convinced that his tired mind played a tick on him. He looks back out to the street and sees that she is gone, much to his relief. He rebandages his wound and slumps on the floor to try to fall asleep. Sleep does not come, pale and shakey he sits in the corner with a blanket wrapped around himself.
"I shouldn't feel so afraid, even if it was her. I am not so prone to fear...even of my enemies," Bassarov thinks to himself.
But he realizes that he is not afraid of her. He is afraid to submit himself to a passion other than politics...
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Post by Yohko on Nov 10, 2003 6:28:20 GMT -5
I jump behide Surma."HI!!!!"I yell and knock him up side the head."Whats up?"I say and jump over him useing his head.
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Nov 10, 2003 10:47:57 GMT -5
"Oh, I never knew that I would be sharing this room. There's only one bed, would you like me to sleep on the couch instead?"
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Post by Lady Violet on Nov 10, 2003 11:59:07 GMT -5
I watch as Kith leaves, then I enter Lin-Sat's office.
"What would you have of me sir? I have given my speeches and I await word from Lightmer Witmer."
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Post by Hope98 on Nov 10, 2003 12:03:50 GMT -5
Lemminkainen, Genki, and I enter the cabin. We are greated by a kind old woman and hundreds of cats. The entire house reeks of car. She is all too pleased to have company. She sits us down at her table and offers is some muijakka (spelling? finnish stew). I decline, since I am not hungry. How can I be when I have so much on my mind.
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Post by Lemminkainen on Nov 10, 2003 12:06:21 GMT -5
"Like, this is the best stew I've had in ages. I thnik the cat hair in it actually makes it better!"
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Post by Genki on Nov 10, 2003 12:08:18 GMT -5
i pick out the meat since i am a vegetarian. the stew is strangely good, so i ask for another serving.
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Post by Hope98 on Nov 10, 2003 12:10:23 GMT -5
I watch in disgust as Genki and Lemminkainen devour the stew.
"Are you sure you don't want any deary?" the elderly woman asks.
"No thankyou, I am fine."
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Post by Lemminkainen on Nov 10, 2003 12:12:22 GMT -5
" I never see you eat. What are you, a machine!"
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