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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 5, 2005 20:16:24 GMT -5
Bassarov was happy to meet Lysander and his other rescuer, he had heard some gun shots and was a little confused as to what was going on.
"That party resolution may not have been the safest ide..." But his sentense is cut short by a large explosion which tears through the basement area where he was being held...
....
When the smoke clears, he is mangled and unconcious.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 5, 2005 20:16:26 GMT -5
((okay, so im suposed to be dead. Whatever))
Lysander
In the comotion of the shouting terrorists, suddenly something explodes. I hide under a steel-reinforced table, and miraculously, come out unharmed. I grab Bassarov, uncontious, from Zero and take him out of what is left of the building. I duck with him into a tool shed.
"Mr. Bassarov? Hello? You ok?"
Rick James
Suddenly, everything starts exploding, its too late for me
"Im rick James, Bitch!" I say, as I turn into a smoldering pile of ash.
(fitting last words. I guess everone just needs to get out, right? cause im confused. yell at me if i did wrong))
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Apr 5, 2005 20:21:40 GMT -5
I stand outside the compound and walk to a cafe to make a phone call. I notice that I still have my lipstick.
I apply my lipstick and look outside to see the compound blow up.
"That's strange. At least I'm safe."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 5, 2005 20:23:56 GMT -5
((For the record, what was supposed to happen is that the some of the socialists, Zero, Richard, or someone should have sensed that something was wrong or different so they should have retreated to safety before the rebels blew themselves up. That way fewer people would have been injurred.))
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Apr 5, 2005 20:27:05 GMT -5
((Okay, there was bad communication amongst everyone involved here, and I apologize that posts were ignored. There was a plan for this, and things should've been hashed out a little cleaner, but, we can't do anything about it now. So, my recommendation is that, for future reference, everyone who's going to be involved in a scene should hash out the details either over PM's, or IM's, so this sort of confusion doesn't happen again))
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 5, 2005 20:27:14 GMT -5
While Cambridge and Tom were considering whether to go down to the next floor, there were some large explosions from bellow, which shattered the building and left Cambridge burried under some rubble.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 5, 2005 20:29:49 GMT -5
Bassarov does not respond to Lysander's voice. He rolls his head to the side and mutters something, but then is still again.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 5, 2005 20:32:58 GMT -5
((I killed off Rick James, cause he sucks.. new FBI dude soon to come, dont worry))
I don't know what to do, but I have an Idea.
"Mr. Bassarov, look! Its Leon Trotsky! He's here! Looking for you!"
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Apr 5, 2005 20:33:32 GMT -5
Having lost my MP5 in the rubble I pull my .45 and put it to Lysander's head, after following him into the tool shed. "Identify yourself." I state in a slightly shaky voice. Immediately the rest of the team that hadn't yet moved begins to dig into the rubble, looking for more survivors... In a matter of minutes they locate the socialists (Tom and Cambridge), both of which are unconsious...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 5, 2005 20:34:05 GMT -5
Since Bassarov is in dire need of medical care, he does not respond to Lysander once again.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 5, 2005 20:34:23 GMT -5
A roar bellows from beneath Sakari, sending sharp cracks through the floor. He falls over onto his side, but quickly climbs back to his feet.
I run to the end of the room where the staircase is, and head down the stairs, or what's left of them. The air is thick with dust and dirt, and there are no lights. I begin to panic.
"Cambridge, Tom, Lysander?!" Sakari yells, waving his hands in the air to clear the smog.
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Apr 5, 2005 20:36:17 GMT -5
"Oh, the terrorists still have my purse. I should go back and look for it now that they are all dead."
I go back to the compound's ruins and start looking for my purse.
"Has anyone seen my purse? It's pink ostrich leather"
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 5, 2005 20:40:45 GMT -5
I remain hidden, trying to rouse him. Suddenly I hear a woman's voice. I rush out of the shed and grab her, pulling her in.
"You must stay hidden, or the Russsians will get you!" I tell her
((im augementing a bit, cause im in the shed, and Zero follows me, ok?))
Suddenly, Zero barges in.
"My bad, hu?"
I do my best russian voice
"I am Petrefsky, undercover russian agent. I will take hostages to compound, da? I will handle it, sir."
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Apr 5, 2005 20:41:20 GMT -5
I wake up with a mind-numbing headache. It appears that once again I am having a scitzophrenic episode, and the voice in my head is more voilent than ever. I quickly dress and take two tablets of Tylenol with Codine before heading out to meet with Rommell
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Apr 5, 2005 20:42:55 GMT -5
I listen to him talk, and say "Nice try. If you were an undercover agent you would've produced your ID. Now put your hands behind your head and face the wall." I say as I pull out a pair of handcuffs.
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