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Post by Kaieka on Nov 27, 2003 1:15:43 GMT -5
"What's the matter? Who was that on the phone?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 27, 2003 1:18:11 GMT -5
"It was just a prank phone call, nothing important."
Bassarov will leave tomorrow for Moscow. He can not let Claudia's sentence be carried out.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 27, 2003 1:22:14 GMT -5
He says that it was just a prank call, but his face says differently. Whatever it was has upset him deeply. Why won't he tell me the truth? "Bassarov, you can tell me if something is bothering you."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 27, 2003 1:27:00 GMT -5
"You are better off not knowing."
Bassarov frowns. He feels a terrible sadness. He knew that his time in Switzerland would be short lived. He enjoyed himself and felt at peace. It was a good time. When he faces difficult times, he will take comfort in these memories.
He smiles and pretends not to be worried. If he told Kaieka she would want to go with him. He will not have her exiled to Siberia or worse.
"We should do something...like play a board game. I saw some in my closet. Do you have a favorite?"
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 27, 2003 1:31:09 GMT -5
I know that he is keeping something from me, but it is better not to push it right now. "A board game? Isn't that competitive? I thought competition was bad, is there a socialist game in the closet? Perhaps... Share the Food? or Do your Part?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 27, 2003 1:35:44 GMT -5
"There can be competition, Kaieka, as long as all are given equal opportunity to participate and achieve. We can challenge each other for our own betternment, not to win. That way, we will both be winners."
Bassarov goes to the closet. He pulls out Monopoly.
"Any one, but that one."
He sees Trivial Pusuit, one of his favorites, Scrabble, not quite as fun, Life and Candy Land.
"Candy LAnd, that one sounds fun! I've never played it. Oh, can I be Princess Frostina," Bassarov says mockingly.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 27, 2003 1:38:20 GMT -5
I laugh. "If you are her, then you will be prettier than me in this board game as well as in real life. I have to admit, I've never played this game either. Let's have a go."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 27, 2003 1:42:38 GMT -5
"Oh, you can be Frostina, the other females are rather dumpy. Unless you want to be that fudge monster or Granny Nut. I'll be this handsome, licorice man. He wears red. Red is a good color."
They pick their characters and Bassarov pulls a card. Red. He moves his character to the red space.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 27, 2003 1:45:50 GMT -5
I pick up a card. Yellow. I move my piece to the first yellow square. "This game makes me hungry." I look at Bassarov and smile sadisticly.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 27, 2003 1:51:43 GMT -5
Bassarov picks another card. It has a picture of a pleasant looking woman with gum drops. He moves his game piece to her part of the board.
"This game promoted unhealthy eating habits. But yes, I am hungry too."
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 27, 2003 1:55:41 GMT -5
I pick up a piece, it is blue. I move forward. I grimace. Bassarov is far ahead of me now. Pouting, I say, "I don't think I like this game. Let's just have sex instead."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 27, 2003 2:04:09 GMT -5
Bassarov picks another card, it is one of the ones toward the end: the infamous Grandma Nut (I'm making this up, I don't know where she is on the board). This card means he will surely win the game.
"Oops, I picked the instant lose card. I guess the game is over. "
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 27, 2003 2:07:26 GMT -5
I smile widely. "Too bad we hadn't placed bets on the game. I would have won something. Now... what to do next..." I go to the closet and pull out a box. "A game of Monopoly, Bassarov? I hear it takes hours... and I can think of nothing better to do to fill the time."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Nov 27, 2003 2:27:03 GMT -5
"Monopoly, I suppose so. Why not. It isn't my favorite though."
Bassarov opens the dusty box and pulls out the crisp board.
"I'll be the top hat."
The pieces are in disarray. Bassarov starts dividing up and counting the money. He organizes the cards neatly.
Finally, after everything is in order, he rolls the dice.
He moves the top hat a few spaces.
"Not the greatest property, but I'll buy it. Are you the banker?"
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Zephyr
Full Member
Terrorist
I walked through the pain of death, and now am truly alive.
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Post by Zephyr on Nov 27, 2003 2:29:22 GMT -5
Zephyr laughed. He had gone what freudian psychologists would label as insane. His brain was broken, malfunctioning. His emotions were now fueled by lust, hate... burning desire with a twist of ironic Shakesperean cliche. Heart-broken didn't begin to describe it. Zephyr was a more complex piece of machinery than a human, so he had a more complex problem to deal with. His emotional control was reticent of a child's. His emotions held the reigns on every part of his body. He flittred about aimlessly, being carried by the croud as they left. Concern on their faces. Lady Violet collapsed on the stage after a strange figure suddenly apparated and began to play a violin. Supernatural forces were at work. They always were. However, there was something strangely soothing about Violet's speech, and the mysterious music that had been played. It weighed heavy on Zephyr's mind. Sinking deeper into it, burning a crater of confusing thought.
He stalked out of the hotel, sulking. Where would he go? He would go to that villa... and he would see her again. He would take her away, against her will. She would fix his problem. She would make him complete.
He gritted his teeth angrilly as he pushed people aside in the street. Zephyr would take what he wanted from this world. He would take the world if he had to.
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