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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 29, 2005 10:31:46 GMT -5
As Heikki walks past the colourful isles of food, he comes to the realization that food is nothing to him. He has no favorite food. Food offers him no enjoyment. He has an empiphany that he has been liberated from appetite.
"I could live off of oatmeal and vitamins." He says to himself with a deep and new found pride.
And that's what he does. Heikki stocks up on flavorless oatmeal and bottles of vitamins.
"It is all the same to me. Food, it is all the same."
He checks out and the cashier finds it a little odd that he has only purchased oatmeal and vitamins. She says nothing and just does her job.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 29, 2005 11:08:59 GMT -5
Although the Big Lebowski isn't much of a cuddly movie, I hit the light regardless.
I wrap my arms around Tanya and start the movie, kissing her on the cheek.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 29, 2005 11:13:07 GMT -5
Sakari leaves his room just as Selja is going to hers.
"Oh, hey Selja..." I say, almost forgetting that her care was entrusted to me.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 29, 2005 11:14:41 GMT -5
Cambridge was walking down the hall to hir room when sie noticed Sakari and Selja.
"Hey there Selja, glad to see you are in town. I was just going to head downtown and check out the protest. Why don't you two come. It will be great!"
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Post by Hearst on Mar 29, 2005 11:18:18 GMT -5
Nancy is quickly becoming a deadly new recruit. Every day she shows progress towards embracing our goals. I leave the compound because it is time to take yet another hostage and indoctrinate him. We decided upon the son of a local senator, since that would grant us the most publicity.
As Grey is taking a walk, two SLA soldiers jump him and drag him into a black van....
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Post by Grey on Mar 29, 2005 11:21:48 GMT -5
Grey was enjoying a walk, praising God for the lovely weather, when suddenly two women with machine guns jumped him and pulled him into a van. The van speeds off and he is both frightened and confused. He says a few prayers and does his best to remain calm. "Hey hey, what are you doing here? Let me go!" He protests.
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Post by Hearst on Mar 29, 2005 11:26:34 GMT -5
The SLA soldiers say nothing to Grey, they are too focused on getting him back to the compound before anyone realizes that he is gone. It is about an hour drive to the compound. When they arrive, they throw him into a small room so the leaders can deal with him later. They lock the door, leaving him alone in the dark room. The leadership decides to leave him in solitary confinement for several hours. They will visit him in the evening. By then he will be hungry and more open to their ideas.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Mar 29, 2005 11:29:30 GMT -5
I continue to run with the protestors, despite not having done anything yet. It's exhilerating. A sharp sting hits me in the shoulder, most likely a rubber bullet, causing me to lower my run to a quick jog, and as soon as I slow down, a hard thud hits me in the back of my head. I immediately keel over in pain.
A knee is pressed into my back, but immediately taken away. I look up and see that the officer has an egg running down the front of his mask, laughter can be heard from the anarchists, followed by the pitter patter of footsteps. They forgot about me.
I stand up, my shoulder and head hurt like hell, and make my way to the nearest establishment, which just happens to be a pizza place with the window smashed out. I sit down at a booth, holding my head, and trying not to move my arm.
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Post by Grey on Mar 29, 2005 11:30:05 GMT -5
"Uh hello? Are you just going to leave me in this room for hours? Hello?" Grey calls out, but no one answers. After being left alone in the small room for about 5 hours he comes to the conclusion that no one is going to be coming for him soon.
"Well nuts, I guess I'm just stuck here."
He hums some pleasant tunes to himself and tries to remain positive about the situation.
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 29, 2005 11:34:20 GMT -5
Antero is sweeping up broken glass when he noticesShurotchka. He stops sweeping for a moment. "Oh hey again. So what was it you said you did? A cartographer, what the hell is that?"
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 29, 2005 11:37:08 GMT -5
"Hey that sounds awesome Cambridge." Sakari replies.
"Yeah let's all go. I've been cooped up in this hotel all day." I say, not wanting to admit that I've been sleeping all day.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 29, 2005 11:41:03 GMT -5
The three of them head down to the protest. Cambridge scribbles down some notes about the scene as they walk through the crowd. The scene is total chaos. Protestors taunt the police, people are being arrested, property continues to be vandalized. There are some anarchists in the group telling the others to behave. It seems that only a small minority of those present have become violent.
"This is interesting but will reinforce the stereotypes about anarchists."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Mar 29, 2005 11:41:23 GMT -5
"Oh no, I'm fine, really." I say, now leaning back in the booth and holding my head. "I make maps. I'm working on Lapland right now."
I move my hand from my head to where I was shot, and the pain is intense. The center of it is bleeding slightly.
"Not to interrupt, but how about some ice or something?"
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 29, 2005 11:43:44 GMT -5
"You make maps. That sounds pretty boring." Antero says, then heads to the kitchen for some ice and paper toweling.
"Yeah, don't bleed all over the place since I'll be the one to clean it up. If your injurred, go outside or to the hospital or something."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 29, 2005 11:47:29 GMT -5
Sakari is upset by this, and runs to the group of people who are trying to stop the violence. They're chanting 'no violence!'
I chime in with my own "no violence" chant, and begin waving my arms. I grab one who was spraypainting a building by the collar of his shirt and pull.
"Hey, knock it off. No violence." The man pushes him, and raises the spray paint to eye level as though he were threatening to mace Sakari.
I back off, and the kid runs off, somehow making it through the center of the riot police without being attacked. I head back to Cambridge.
"Okay that's a little shady... Those cops just saw that guy spraypaint that statue and they didn't stop him. Can we say 'police agent'? I think we can." Sakari says, even further annoyed by this.
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