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Post by soledad on Mar 21, 2005 21:11:41 GMT -5
"I can't stand this anymore. I have to know what happened to Alvaro. It's been almost a week and he is not back yet. I will...I will send a letter to the Russian government and ask if they know where he is." I say to Julia after class. This time, Julia will not change my mind.
"I am going home to write the letter Julia. I will talk to you later."
I leave Julia and go to my home. My father is gone. He is working. I don't like his work. I know his party takes money from drug lords. If I ever become a politician I will never be like that.
I think my mom is out shopping. Sometimes she shops to forget how unhappy she is. Then my dad gets mad at her for spending too much.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 21, 2005 21:19:15 GMT -5
Another series of laughs echo from the four men in the back.
"Oh honey, join the army. Then you'll earn some bitching rights." The same vocal guy said. The truck stumbles deeper into the middle of nowhere, almost as though it were lost.
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Mar 21, 2005 21:20:28 GMT -5
"Hey where are we? I don't see a town here. Why did we stop?"
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Mar 21, 2005 21:21:06 GMT -5
"Of course we'll keep it peaceful, we don't need to be imprisoned... Though Hitler did his best work in prison." I say, referring to Mein Kapmf. I dig into my purse and pull out three swastika armbands, put one on and hand the other two to the men.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 21, 2005 21:28:43 GMT -5
I wander around town hoping to pick up on Bassarov, but I am afraid to ask questions. The people here are so... different. Probaly because of living in the constant shadow of terrorisim. I continue to look, hoping to find some clue soon.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 21, 2005 21:28:56 GMT -5
Bassarov returns to Sakari after listening to the first two speakers. Both were Green Party people, but he enjoyed them none the less. "You should come listen to the speakers Sakari, they are quite interesting."
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Post by Varick Rommel on Mar 21, 2005 21:38:18 GMT -5
Rommel takes the arm band, and slides it into his back pocket. He has never been for wearing his politics on his sleeve, especially since the police are here.
"Maybe we are jumping the gun with these. We can put them on when the rally begins to heat up." The crowd is well over a thousand people at this point, and the police are looking a little nervous. More have been called in, probably since they anticipated much smaller numbers.
"Well then, shall we start?" Frederick says, looking at his watch. He heads to the front of the crowd, and steps in front of the mic.
"Good day everyone, thank you all for coming!" Rommel begins.
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Mar 21, 2005 21:42:55 GMT -5
I walk up beside Rommell, and wait to be told to speak. I don't really feel comfortable in a authorative position, between my eccentric view of women's rights and my mental condition.
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Post by Aslan Shamil on Mar 21, 2005 22:01:35 GMT -5
Aslan returns to the compound once Septimus is settled in. He is horrified to see that the compound has been torn apart and many of the rebels were killed. Their bodies are still strewn about the floor. He becomes both angry and sad at the scene. He stands there, soaking in his loss, trying to make sense of it all.
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Post by dead character on Mar 21, 2005 22:07:15 GMT -5
The invassion has not yet begun, and Malik starts to think that maybe it will not happen. He leaves the cafe and the news. He goes to his home, an apartment he shares with three others in the rebel group. He washes up, then goes to bed, somewhat more at ease than he had been the previous nights.
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Post by Varick Rommel on Mar 21, 2005 22:09:33 GMT -5
"...German government sending the police out here" Frederick points to the police "to keep an eye on us, because we are saying that we're proud of our aryan heritage. And to start things off, here is Eva Schicklgruber."
Rommel steps away from the mic, and motions for Eva to take the stage. The crowd applauds and cheers, and the police watch cautiously.
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Mar 21, 2005 22:11:54 GMT -5
(Well sorry but I g2g, I'll write the response tommorow)
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 21, 2005 22:18:58 GMT -5
The truck comes to a halt, and the engine stops, leaving a disconcerting silence. The driver jumps out of the driver's seat, and runs around to the back of the flatbed truck, hopping in. The other men surround Aleksandra, inching their way closer to her, knowing exactly what they want.
"I feel no sympathy for you you spoiled little cunt." The driver says as the four men suddenly pin her down.
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Mar 21, 2005 22:20:49 GMT -5
"What are you doing? Hey, let go of me! Stop this!" I shout at them.
"Don't joke with me."
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Post by Nea Jokinen on Mar 21, 2005 22:23:29 GMT -5
"Na I'm tired. I might rest a little bit and then walk around." Nea said with a flat tone to her voice, and tired appearance about her face.
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