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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on Mar 18, 2005 21:37:41 GMT -5
I wait for Stefanii to answer, but then get distracted when someone sings a Beach Boy's song for Karoke.
"So hey, this place is kind of busy right now. Did you like want to maybe go somewhere for pizza? I really like pizza. It's my favorite food."
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Post by sneaklemming on Mar 18, 2005 21:39:01 GMT -5
The Laptop faded, and powered off, sounds of scribbles continued. This work needed to be done. The Phone rang. In a snap James had it in his hands. "Hello?" "Hi James, its Laura" "Oh yeah, how are you, out partying with the lads?" "No James, its Dave he..." "As in Dave, my roomy Dave?" "They... they got your flat..."
There was a deafening pause.
James spoke "I... eh what?" He could hear her crying through the phone. "They killed him James, it was the last bomb to go off, I’m sorry"she sobbed. "I tried to get through to you but it kept ringing out." "And the flat?" James said not believing.
Laura started saying I'm sorry across the phone whilst crying to the point of hysteria. James hung up. Tears streaked his silent face.
For hours he sat at his desk shaking, but otherwise still, the tears long dead.
As the sun rose he began to think of his long time friend. As cousins they had know each other since they could walk. Eventually James had moved to London and they rented a flat. So many plans, achieved and to come, yet most never to be.
They used to watch the sun rise from there large glass window, have a beer and talk about life. Watch London come alive through a window which no longer remained intact.
James broke, and started crying to a point where he was gasping for air, the tears in his mouth. Coughing and spluttering he couldn't stop, insane with the misery, the pain so real. He tried to stand but was blind, salty tears in his eye. In one sharp motion his legs buckled and he fell to the floor unconscious.
...and the room was quiet once more.
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Post by Tanya Schandez on Mar 18, 2005 21:40:54 GMT -5
"Seeya!" I said waving off to her as she went. I get back to my room and sit in front of my dresser. My reflection wasn't even as beautiful as me.
I started to get ready for bed and change into a cyan night gown. I brush my hair in front of my mirror but stop when I glance at a picture frame of Mischa. I put the brush down and pick up the frame. I smile and kiss it. "Oh Mischa....."
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Post by Aslan Shamil on Mar 18, 2005 21:56:51 GMT -5
A small group of Chechen rebels storms into Tanya's bedroom. Two heavily armed men grab her arms. "You're coming with us!" One shouts at her. Before she can react she is dragged off the bed and out the door where a truck is waiting to take her away.
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Post by Stefan Vaahto on Mar 18, 2005 22:08:38 GMT -5
I nod, and stand up.
"Yeah there's a pizza place around here, we can just sit down and eat there." I reply loudly speaking over the obnoxious ambience of the bar.
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on Mar 18, 2005 22:10:23 GMT -5
"That sounds awesome!"
We head to the pizza place and sit down together.
"Have you ever had a peanutbutter banana pizza? It sounds gross but is super good!"
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 18, 2005 22:13:02 GMT -5
The pizza place is understaffed once again, so now Antero has to clean tables. He is in a bad mood about this. He imagines that his cat is going crazy since he hasn't been home in over 16 hours. "Work sucks." He says as he washes a sauce covered table from a birthday party of 7 ten year olds.
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Post by Stefan Vaahto on Mar 18, 2005 22:19:05 GMT -5
"Ah, that sounds..." A pizza boy cleaning the adjacent table catches my eye.
"...nice..." I turn back to Lemmenkainen. "Oh, how about pineapple? Have you ever had pineapple pizza before?"
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on Mar 18, 2005 22:21:21 GMT -5
"Hey let's get the super jumbo pinneapple pizza. If you eat the whole thing the staff sings for you and gives you a pin. I have my pin!"
I show "her" my pin.
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 18, 2005 22:24:56 GMT -5
Antero overhears mention of the pizza. "Oh God damn, not a fucking song." He mutters. He is one of the few people working and doesn't want to sing.
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Post by Stefan Vaahto on Mar 18, 2005 22:26:13 GMT -5
I smile.
"That would be fantastic. Yeah let's get that!" I say, imagining the pizza boy singing to us.
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on Mar 18, 2005 22:28:38 GMT -5
"It's super huge, but I think between us we can eat it. You look like a sturdy girl! Okay, hey pizza guy...one super jumbo pineapple pizza !! I hope you like singing since we are totally going to scarf that down, man!"
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 18, 2005 22:30:39 GMT -5
"Sure. And do you want smiley sticks too? We're running a promotion. They are free with a pitcher of pepsi." Antero replies, not doing a very good job acting cheerful.
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on Mar 18, 2005 22:32:05 GMT -5
"Ah sure, we'll get some smiley sticks, but it looks like you could use some too, Mr Pizza boy!"
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Post by Tanya Schandez on Mar 18, 2005 22:32:37 GMT -5
"What the hell!? Let go of me!" I scream trying to wrangle out of thier grip. "How did you get in here? Let me go! Mischa!!!!!" I shriek.
I kicked my legs and shook all around to make them let go. "Your ruining my nails you fashion rejects!" as I kept struggling.
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