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Post by Varick Rommel on Mar 28, 2005 22:07:43 GMT -5
"Already? Ogolov never fails to impress." Frederick replies. This day seems to get better and better.
"Did he say where he wanted to meet?"
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 28, 2005 22:08:24 GMT -5
"Oh, I didn't know that." I say. "I always thought anarchists were people who wanted to abolish all rules. Then again most anarchists I know were just that way because they wanted marijuana to be legal..." The captain gets on the speakers and tells us that we are going to be landing in a few minutes...
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Mar 28, 2005 22:09:29 GMT -5
"Yeah, tommorow just on our side of the Polish border at the 'agreed coordinates.' He said he's going to get it all in in one shipment too."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 28, 2005 22:09:44 GMT -5
Bassarov laughs. "Well the end goal of socialism is anarchy. In a classless society, there would be no need for a state since the state is just an instrument of one class' oppression over another."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 28, 2005 22:12:59 GMT -5
"Oh, I have a lot to learn." I say as the tires squawk as we hit the runway. The plane taxis to the terminal. "Well this is where I get off. See you soon." I say as I lightly kiss him on the lips.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 28, 2005 22:14:17 GMT -5
"See you in a few days!" He sends her off to Sakari then heads off to catch his flight to Moscow. Bassarov is in a good mood and feels happy to have some time alone now.
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Post by Varick Rommel on Mar 28, 2005 22:14:56 GMT -5
"The police have no doubt searched my office by now, I think it would be wise to change the location. Do you have his number off hand?" Rommel says, his voice is now businesslike.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 28, 2005 22:15:31 GMT -5
I walk out of the airport feeling better than I expected to. Soon I arrive at the hotel where Sakari is staying, and request the room next to his...
(g2g, cya tommorow)
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Post by alex on Mar 28, 2005 22:16:15 GMT -5
((I want people to see this. Has anyone posted to me?))
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Mar 28, 2005 22:18:56 GMT -5
"I ah... Didn't really mean that..." I reply, as the others march towards parliment. The riot police follow just behind them. I now feel obligated to run with the rest of the crowd.
"But something tells me you guys were going to do this anyways." I say, running with the anarchists. There is still a sizeable presence at the meeting point, then I realize that what I was looking at was the parking lot across the street from the building where the world leaders were meeting. The actual rally itself was about one block down.
"Wow, there must be a good hundred thousand here... I feel kind of bad hogging the riot police all to ourselves."
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 28, 2005 22:27:41 GMT -5
(No one posted to you since you haven't been on Alex) Antero follows with the mob as they spray paint and demolish property. What was just a protest against the WTO has somehow become an all out riot against government.
"I haven't had this much fun...for years.."
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Post by Tanya Schandez on Mar 28, 2005 23:53:11 GMT -5
"No of course not!" I said putting my arms around his next. "lets watch it in the dark..." I said with a giggle.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 28, 2005 23:58:59 GMT -5
Bassarov boards his plane and soon is on his way to Moscow. He is worried about returning to Moscow so soon after the leadership was arrested. He reminds himself that he is obscure and for now he is safe. He closes his eyes and rests on the short flight to Moscow.
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Post by Grey on Mar 29, 2005 0:07:40 GMT -5
Grey heads to class but arrives a little late. He takes a seat towards the front since he likes to be right up front where his professors can see him. He sits down and starts taking notes on the lecture. This is a history class. He likes all of his classes equally since he enjoys learning. While taking notes, his mind drifts a little to the nice weekend he had.
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Post by Switzer on Mar 29, 2005 0:13:19 GMT -5
Christian heads to school where he meets with Gretchen, a member of Das Ende whom he spoke with last week. Since he is new to the campus and not German, no one at school is aware that he is a nazi. He approaches Gretchen, who he is sure does not know he true political leanings.
"Gretchen, I am interested in joining that group you were talking about. Could you bring me to your next meeting?" He asks her.
She seems all too pleased and agrees to it gladly.
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