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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 13, 2005 19:15:16 GMT -5
Heikki returns to Germany and has no trouble finding the secret locale of Das Ende's headquarters. He enters with caution, and makes his way through the groups of strangers in black to find Frigga and Kasimir. He meanders through the strangling crowds of people until he comes upon them. "Others will be joining. They are on their way." He informs them.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 13, 2005 19:17:57 GMT -5
Sakari is looking over his notes intently, forming the best and worst case scenarios in his head.
I rub my eyes, and run my hands through my hair. It's time for a break.
Sakari opens the door of his hotel room, and since he was rubbing his eyes, he wasn't really paying much attention to where he was going and bumps into Cambridge.
I blink a few times and look up, seeing hir there.
"Oh, hey, sorry about that... You want to go get some water or something?"
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 13, 2005 19:18:33 GMT -5
The phone rings 11 times before Antero wakes up from his sleep. He springs out of bed to answer it. It is work. He is late. In a frenzy, he gets dressed and pulls himself together. He rushes out the door to an eight hour day of pizza delivery. He curses all the way to work for having slept so late into the afternoon.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 13, 2005 19:20:22 GMT -5
"Sure I like water. I am pretty thirsty. I'm sorry if I just woke you up. I mean, don't wake up on my account."
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Post by Cynthia "Sparkles" Twostars on Mar 13, 2005 19:24:37 GMT -5
"Hey, I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat." Cynthia tells Peter. They pull over at a gas station. Cynthia heads inside, and gets some food to eat. A beef burrito which she warms up in the gas station microwave, some peanut M & M's, a bottle of Jones' green apple soda, and a few "girl things". She makes her way to the counter, and looks over some of the maps. One was a map of Billings.
"Uh, hey. Where am I?" Cynthia asks the clerk. "Billings. Where you headed, miss?" Cynthia stares at him blankly, then responds. "Oh, no where, thanks." She grabs her food, and sits down at a picnic table outside the gas station where Peter is waiting. "We forgot to take a turn, we're in Billings." She tells him while digesting her half frozen burrito.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 13, 2005 19:28:44 GMT -5
Bassarov sits patiently through the meetings. His thoughts wander to Selja and how she followed him here. He his thoughts also travel to anxieties over the meetings coming to an end. Things have seemed to uneventful.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 13, 2005 19:29:14 GMT -5
"No worries, I was just looking over my notes for the thousandth time." Sakari replies, rubbing his eyes again. They head to the ice machine where there are small paper cups and a drinking fountain nearby. He splashes his face with the cold water, then makes himself a cup.
"I'm having some worries about this... But let's discuss that later. How are you?" I ask in a somewhat tired tone of voice.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 13, 2005 19:30:41 GMT -5
"I'm good. I hung out with Selja last night. I fell asleep in her room to this documentary about the Winter War. It was interesting, I just must have been tired."
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Post by dariya on Mar 13, 2005 19:36:22 GMT -5
I wander around Billings for a while wondering what I should do next. I stop in a gas station and get some corn nuts and a coke. I sit outside in the grass with them and engorge myself on junk food.
"I suppose I could meet with Das Ende or whatever they were called. I hate America. It is really boring here. I thought it would be fun."
Somewhere miles down the track, the Amtrak train I was on partially derails as the bombs I placed on it go off. Since most Americans don't use Amtrak anymore it isn't a big deal.
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Post by septimus aslakhanov on Mar 13, 2005 19:40:48 GMT -5
septimus slings a bandolier over his shoulder and grabs an SKS out of the locker, sliding the 10 7.62x39 rounds strung together by a stripper clip into the magazine. others have already followed suit, grabbing their weapons and homemade explosives.
septimus pulls out his cell phone and begins calling the others. within a few minutes, the building that the russians have surrounded erupts into gunfire, unclear as to who's shooting who. septimus and about 11 others pile into a van and make their way to the building, sticking to alleys.
"Oh shit!" one says aloud when he sees the russian tanks. "Ohshitohshitohshit..."
"calm down, umar. they're the invaders, we will win in the end." septimus tries to tell him, but to no effect. they are soon within a block of the building, and septimus pulls into an alleyway. they file out and run the rest of the way. waiting for an opportunity to strike.
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Post by Cynthia "Sparkles" Twostars on Mar 13, 2005 19:47:42 GMT -5
Cynthia finishes her burrito and wipes her hands clean on her skirt, then opens her soda. An explosion rips through the once silent air, and Cynthia jumps to her feet in surprise. "Holy fuck, did you see that?! That was so fucking cool!" Cynthia notices that she spilled her soda all over herself.
"AH! Damnit!" She says, brushing the soda away with her hand. She looks back up, and stares at the train with bewilderment, her only thoughts are of how cool that ball of fire was.
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Post by dariya on Mar 13, 2005 19:50:03 GMT -5
"Too bad no one takes the train. I think to do some real damage I would have to take out a busy bridge or something." I say, getting up from my sitting spot and walking over to the picnicers.
"Enjoying your picnic? It's a nice day for a picnic."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 13, 2005 19:50:15 GMT -5
"Oh cool." Sakari replies, for some reason having no interest in talking about the winter war.
"Hey there's this world of wheels place just a few blocks from here. Have you ever gone rollerskating before?" I ask Cambridge. "It might be good to break up this monotony."
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 13, 2005 19:52:21 GMT -5
"Roller skating? I just don't know. I could try it. I am not the roller skating type. I don't have any clothes for it. All I have are a bunch of suits, slacks, vests, blazers, and so on."
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Post by Cynthia "Sparkles" Twostars on Mar 13, 2005 19:52:33 GMT -5
Cynthia doesn't know what to make of this person, but whoever she is, she can't be serious. Cynthia smirks, amused by Dariya's callous sense of humor, then decides to just run with it. "Too bad nobody's tried hijacking a plane in awhile. You can't really do any real damage unless you're willing to kill yourself for it."
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