Zephyr
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I walked through the pain of death, and now am truly alive.
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Post by Zephyr on Nov 25, 2003 0:41:08 GMT -5
Zephyr watches on in horror as she simply walks away. He cannot let this happen. He runs to her, and puts an arm on her shoulder.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 25, 2003 0:46:47 GMT -5
Someone touches me. I turn and am amazed to see the very man who I spent last night with. So, he found me. I don't quite know what to say. I didn't really expect to see him again. All I want is to go back to the villa and talk civilly with Bassarov... this might complicate things. I smile at him. "Hello. Nice clothes. Sorry I had to take your other ones, but you did rip my dress last night."
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Zephyr
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I walked through the pain of death, and now am truly alive.
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Post by Zephyr on Nov 25, 2003 0:53:31 GMT -5
Zephyr simply stares at her, his mouth half open. He has no words that he can say. Suddenly, his mouth moves and he makes a sentance.
'...I... I wanted to say... thank you...'
Zephyr then threw his arms around her waist. He wanted to make things complicated. He wanted a life. Complication and imperfection meant humanity. He wanted both. He wanted her as his complication and love as his imperfection. He wanted to breathe her in, and exhale the silent killer he hid inside himself. He wanted her... it was just so simple... but, it wasn't that simple. It was something he didn't understand, even though he tried to hard to comprehend. He had spent so long being disconnected from his humanity, and now it came surging back. It made it even harder with this woman... this... woman... he didn't even know her name. More complication. His eyes were filled with sadness as he gazed into her's. They betrayed her. She did not want him...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 25, 2003 0:53:50 GMT -5
The clock chimes midnight. Bassarov has a pile of papers up to his ankles in his room. Papers about every topic he can think to write about. He steps on "Stalin" and kicks around "Cuba and the Non-socialist Revolution" The papers crickle underfoot like leaves. Leaves in a forest of thought. Yes, this is the socialist forest of thought. He loves the forest. So cool and crisp, he is wary of the capitalist wolves. They eat socialists. That is why they went after "little RED riding hood."
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 25, 2003 0:57:05 GMT -5
He takes me in his arms and I stiffen at the embrace. I need to treat Bassarov better. This cannot happen. He looks into my eyes and his embrace loosens. I step back. "I was just on my way back to the villa where I am staying. I have some things that I need to do there. I... I really have to get back." I turn to walk back to the villa. I try to step quickly, while not giving myself away. What have I done?
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Zephyr
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Terrorist
I walked through the pain of death, and now am truly alive.
Posts: 39
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Post by Zephyr on Nov 25, 2003 0:59:45 GMT -5
Zephyr reaches out for her. Pain. Pain wells up inside of him. He becomes angered. This cannot be. This cannot happen to him. He cannot be rejected and denied. His voice sounds pathetic, ringing with sickening desperation.
'...wait... no... don't go... don't leave me...'
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Post by Riku on Nov 25, 2003 1:00:11 GMT -5
(i think bassarov is losing it ) ;D
i look up at her, suzumi, i want to be your friend but i cant forgive myself, so how can you fogive me?.. my eyes start to water so i look away. hm. . .its nice up here. after i felt the tears were gone i looked around , i see kaieka walking towards the villa, * i dont care fi she sees me, i just dont care anymore* i sigh and look back at suzumi.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 25, 2003 1:01:34 GMT -5
Bassarov grabs a red marker. Red is his favorite color. He starts to draw on the white walls.
"I am not just a revolutionary! I am an artist!"
He draws portraits of fat capitalists with cigars and horrid faces..and fleshy lips. They leer at him with their red, marker eyes.
"You can not see through me. I am too deep, so shut your eyes to me. Those eyes can not control me....I am the artist...the eternal rebel...so DIE!"
He scribbles out their faces...killing them one by one.
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Post by Riku on Nov 25, 2003 1:03:46 GMT -5
((yep i was right, man bassarov im starting to wonder if kaieka should come back to you, we only can hope it turns you right again well bye all,im heading out))
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 25, 2003 1:07:03 GMT -5
I keep on walking, picking up my pace. I can't let this get too complicated. A part of me wants to help him, to teach him more about love... he seems like a child... but I need to go back and talk to Bassarov. I cannot be diverted. Perhaps he thinks that I just didn't hear him. Maybe if Bassarov leaves me for Lady Violet... then maybe we could try to.... no, I just need to stop thinking about him and get back to the villa.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 25, 2003 1:11:43 GMT -5
Bassarov's flury is over. He lays flat on his bed, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. Red Marker makes it appear that he has been murdered in bed. He has been murdered. The faces of the capitlists, now x-ed out speak to him.
"Fight him, fight back, compete, conquer, take what is yours!" They shout in unison.
"No...I refuse...I hate you...I killed you!"
"Take what is yours,"a capitalist with a piggish snout says.
"Leave me alone!! Just leave me alone!" Bassarov says.
"Fight him, fight him, fight him!"
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Zephyr
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Terrorist
I walked through the pain of death, and now am truly alive.
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Post by Zephyr on Nov 25, 2003 1:16:18 GMT -5
Zephyr pursues her to the villa, keeping his distance. His anger increases with every step as he d**ns the world. An upwelling of rage screamed to destroy everything and everyone she ever cared about. He gritted his teeth. He hated her again. Again. His dreams were shattered to pieces amongst the ruin of hope for a better future than this. He wanted something more, but he had been denied. He wanted to hurt her... he wanted to make her suffer as he did inside. He was done with this game.
He dashed towards her and grabbed her by the arm and wrenched it painfully backwards and then smacked her.
'...you will be made to feel pain... you will be made to feel suffering... you will be made to feel as I do...'
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 25, 2003 1:21:06 GMT -5
I am almost to the villa when he hits me. I didn't know I was being followed, I should have known. I feel blood drip from the corner of my mouth where he broke the skin. My kris is in hand in an instant, it's jagged blade thirsty with disuse. I strike out and miss, he is well trained in battle. I lunge again, this time making contact with his chest. The blade cuts through his new clothing, but only scratches his skin. This was not how I intended on spending my evening. I wish that I could just blow this off and go to Bassarov, but I know that I cannot. Zephyr most definily means business.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 25, 2003 1:29:38 GMT -5
Bassarov hears Kaieka and springs out of bed.
"I can tell her how I killed the capitalists...and tell her why the Big Bad Wolf really wanted to kill Red Riding Hood!"
He trips over some papars as he sprints out the door.
Then he sees her, fighting some man... In an instant, he snaps out of his trance. He regards him carefully and grabs his Sickle. The clouds in his mind clear and he feels intense anger.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 25, 2003 1:36:17 GMT -5
Bassarov runs toward the fight. I see him holding his sickle and a light turns on in my heart. He is going to fight for me. I have a renewed will to fight myself, as I see him, and kick at Zephyr, landing a foot square in his abdomen. He is taken back a step.
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