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Post by Hope98 on Jan 27, 2004 19:04:45 GMT -5
Mikomi followed me back to the cottage, but did not seem interested in fighting me. I did my best to bandage the wounds of Genki, Zex, and Lem, but they were all still asleep. I am not certain why Mikomi was hanging about, but as long as he wasn't trying to kill me, I guess it didn't matter.
I watched Mikomi silently. He hardly said a thing, He mostly stood in the corner.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 27, 2004 19:14:12 GMT -5
Bassarov and I have seats that are not next to eachother on the plane. There is a very large woman with a pug shaped face sitting in the seat between us. Wonderful. I ask her if she wants to switch seats with one of us, but she says that the window seat makes her nasiated, and the aile seat allows people to bump into her. I clench my fists in frustration and secretly plot her demise while looking looking at the safety brochure.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2004 19:21:08 GMT -5
Bassarov is frustrated with the obese woman beside them. He decides there is only a few ways to remedy the situation.
"Excuse me ma'am, but would you mind borrowing my air filter mask? For your health. I was infected with SARs when I was in China."
The woman quickly asks to be moved, others also moved, so Bassarov and Kaieka have the row to themselves.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 27, 2004 19:23:30 GMT -5
"Bassarov, you are lovely." I stretch out and let my hand rest on his thigh. This is going to be a wonderful vacation after all.
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Post by Genovia on Jan 27, 2004 19:25:42 GMT -5
I push my body to its limits of pain and endurance. Punching, kicking, running, lifting, anything that will make me stronger.
For hours I train alone, until I am so dehydrated I can no longer sweat.
I collapse in the center of my training room of exhaustion.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2004 19:30:27 GMT -5
Bassarov leans over and kisses Kaieka.
"Was there ever any doubt?"
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 27, 2004 19:34:02 GMT -5
I return his kiss. People in the nearby seats look shocked. I can hear them talking about how I will probably die of SARS. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck. Goodbye full house in cold, cold Lucern. Hello intimate alone time with Bassarov in warm Argentina.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2004 19:36:29 GMT -5
Bassarov places his hand on Kaieka's bare leg, and kisses her by the ear. He whispers.
"This flight will take forever....."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 27, 2004 19:41:38 GMT -5
Ooh, he touches my skin and I get tingles. The people in the nearby seats are no longer staring out of thoughts for my safety, but now for other reasons. The stewardice comes by and asks us to please respect the other passengers. What a ruiner of fun.
I stick my hand in Bassarov's pocket and whisper in his ear, "Hey Bassarov, ever hear of the 'Mile high club'?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2004 19:48:27 GMT -5
Bassarov suddenly stands up and begins to caugh violently.
"Don't worry...caugh caugh...it is only my SARS."
The people turn pale and some ask to move.
"Kaieka...I am going to the restroom, or I will infect the plane...."
More people move away.
Bassarov moves toward the restroom.....
"Can..you...caugh caugh...bring me my medicine."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 27, 2004 19:54:34 GMT -5
"Oh... certainly." I stand up and rummage through a bag until I grab something, I am not sure what it is, but I carry it back to the back of the plane. People move aside for me and soon I am in the bathroom with Bassarov. It is very small and tight. There is barely enough room for two people to stand. I hand Bassarov what I took out of the bag, it is a tube of toothpaste.
"Uh.. Here's your medicine..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2004 19:59:10 GMT -5
Bassarov tosses the toothpaste into his pocket and laughs. He smiles at Kaieka for a moment before he throws her against the blue plastic wall and his face dives for a passionate kiss.
We are now posting in the other adventure area.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 27, 2004 20:18:49 GMT -5
((This is a test to see if the thread is locked up: Bassarov is one Hot Hunk of Man. Ooh Baby, yeah! He makes my juices flow like a mighty river. If only I could get into his tight black pants... mmmmm.... mommy likes!))
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 27, 2004 20:19:27 GMT -5
How does this blasted thing always get locked.....
Bassarov is not pleased.
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Post by KitsuneHime on Jan 27, 2004 20:33:11 GMT -5
((Eerie to hear you refer to yourself in the third person, Bassarov.))
"Alright."
Suzumi smiled and went into the kitchen, to make tea and porridge. She looked through the cabinets, and found the ingredients.
Ah, porridge. She remembered eating it often during her temporary stay in England.
She tied her sleeves back with a piece of cord, and set to work, heating a pot of water for the tea, and another for the porridge.
She set out a few bowls, one filled with berries and sliced apples, one with a little honey, and another with some salt, for anyone who wanted to make thier own style of porridge. If Karhu wanted to eat his porridge salted, the Scottish way, she wasn't going to stop him.
She combined the ingredients, and deftly stirred them in the pot. After a few minutes, she took it off of the stove, and set it to cool a bit, while she made the tea.
She used tea leaves to make it, finally taking it off and pouring it into cups. She brought the porridge, bowls, and cups of tea onto a tray into the living room.
"It's ready."
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