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Post by Dead Character on Mar 21, 2005 20:26:17 GMT -5
"Yeah, darn tootin." Antero says to mock his corny language. He turns to the other anarchists who seem busy with other things. He sticks his hands in his jacket pockets. "The convention will last a few days and end in protest when the WTO meets in Helsinki on Friday."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 21, 2005 20:39:35 GMT -5
"Awww..." I wrap my arms around her and squeeze as soon as she starts crying.
"Shh, it's okay... You'll be alright." The herky jerky motion of the truck stops abruptly as we reach an air base somewhere. I stand up, my arm around Tanya.
"Hey let's go to that restaurant you like so much once we get back, my treat!" I say, happily. It's been awhile since we've had any time together.
"Oh you look just fine, hon." One of the men says. The truck rumbles down the rocky road, deeper into Chechnya after dropping off most of the other men, including Peter.
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Mar 21, 2005 20:41:37 GMT -5
"Thanks for saving me from those slimeball terrorists, guys."
"Hey does anyone have any candy? I'm hungry."
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Mar 21, 2005 20:42:38 GMT -5
(Well things seem to have completely stalled with me... Captain Price and Zinn, are either of you still where we were?)
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 21, 2005 20:44:25 GMT -5
Finally the airliner lands. What would've been a short flight on a jet instead took many hours, but I'm fine with that. After submitting to customs and inspection I step out of the airport at Belfast and start my search for Bassarov once again.
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Post by Stefan Vaahto on Mar 21, 2005 20:47:10 GMT -5
Stefan nods, somewhat nervously.
"Okay... Wow, this week sure is going fast, ha ha!" He says.
Ugh, what a doofus... He decides to add another sentence before Antero can say anything in response.
"I mean when the end of the week gets here, that'll be great. I haven't been to a radical anti-capitalist protest in forever..."
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 21, 2005 20:50:34 GMT -5
"Oh, I didn't catch your name. I'm Antero." Antero says to this person, not really impressed by his overall awkwardness. He would never guess this guy was an anarchist if he met him walking down the street.
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Mar 21, 2005 20:51:34 GMT -5
"I know now isn't time for action, but soon it will be." I take a swig of my beer and think for a moment. "How many do you think will show up at today's rally?"
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Post by Stefan Vaahto on Mar 21, 2005 20:57:02 GMT -5
"Oh yes, my name is Stefan..." Stefan replies, almost slipping up 'Stefanii'. "Nice to meet you Antero." He says, sliding his hands up his sides, awkwardly, as though he wanted to extend his hand for a handshake but found it inappropriate.
He runs his hands through his hair as though that's what he were intending to do with them in the first place, then smiles.
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Post by dead character on Mar 21, 2005 20:57:23 GMT -5
I am sent to Syria just as things are about to heat up there. I am a little nervous. I don't want to get hurt and I am very afraid. My family already left Syria for France because they did not want to be here when the Americans attack.
I check into my hotel in Damascus. The city is very quiet and everyone is silently waiting for something to happen.
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 21, 2005 20:59:41 GMT -5
"Nice meeting you Stefan. I'm going to go get some coffee...alone. See you around." Antero got a strange vibe from the guy and decided then that he wanted to be alone. He turns from the anarchists and heads to the nearest coffee shop.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 21, 2005 21:04:04 GMT -5
The men laugh to each other, and nobody replies vocally, but there are rude hand gestures made. One of the men ask "So you're really the daughter of that Yukos guy? It must be nice to have your life paid for you."
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Post by espiranza on Mar 21, 2005 21:04:37 GMT -5
"I know something happened here. Why won't you tell me? Was it the soldiers? Did they come here and do this? Why? Why?" I ask the people in the village.
"There are no rebels here. If they did this than the government must know!" I say to them. But they warn me not to go the capital. They tell me that if I do anything the soldiers will come to my village.
"But I have to do something! I will go to the capital. This is wrong."
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Mar 21, 2005 21:06:24 GMT -5
"My dad is an asshole. I don't care how rich he is. He is horrible to be around. That's why I am going to move to Paris or London. I can't stand being in Moscow with my parents. You guys have no idea what its like."
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Post by Varick Rommel on Mar 21, 2005 21:11:03 GMT -5
People begin to file in.
"If this keeps up, we'd have close to a thousand." Frederick replies, looking through the crowd and sees police hovering on the outskirts.
"If the police attack us, we have the right to defend ourselves. However, let's keep this as peaceful as possible."
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