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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Apr 5, 2005 20:46:12 GMT -5
"Oh here it is! Today is my lucky day!" I pick up my purse and check to see if they took anything from me.
"I should get a hotel and wait for my ride."
I leave the rubble and walk off to the nearest hotel that isn't bombed. I check in and go to my room.
"I hope they have cable."
I flick on the TV and check the stations.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 5, 2005 20:46:34 GMT -5
"There is no need for that, we have done nothing. We will coem with you if you want, but my freind is in serious condition here. He must be helped, or he will die. We did nothing wrong, just wrong place, wrong time."
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Post by Frieda Rommel on Apr 5, 2005 20:49:00 GMT -5
Frieda walked into the breakfast room. "Good morning Father. How are you this morning?" she asked as she sat down at the breakfast table, it was bathed in the morning sunlight.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 5, 2005 20:50:11 GMT -5
Running through the debris, Sakari finally comes across Lysander.
"Oh thank god... Where ar- Hello!" I say, seeing Zero holding a gun to him. I instinctually begin to take a few steps backwards.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Apr 5, 2005 20:50:47 GMT -5
I think for a second. "Fine. Give me a hand with him." I say as I holster the gun and grab Bassarov by the shoulders. When I hear Sakari I turn and give him a look that would kill, mostlyu because my hands are too full to redraw my gun.
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Post by Salome Weil on Apr 5, 2005 20:53:15 GMT -5
I check out of my hotel room and take a taxi to the airport. I had a nice time in Finland, and return to France with some sadness. I am proud of how I remained true to myself and did not give in to temptation.
I leave a letter to Shura with my contact information, then board my flight.
It takes off in the afternoon. I close my eyes and rest, reflecting on my new experiences and the temptations I overcame.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 5, 2005 20:53:34 GMT -5
It would be in my best interest to help, not try somehting smart. I grab the other part of Bassarov, his legs and such, to support him.
"Lead on!"
Jus then, in come Sakari
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Post by Varick Rommel on Apr 5, 2005 20:55:35 GMT -5
Rommel smiled, flipping pancakes with a spatula.
"Good morning, Freida." He's finally getting used to the notion of cooking, since his wife had committed suicide. It has been hard raising her by himself. Frederick three pancakes on a plate, and places the plate in front of Freida.
"How is school?" He asks, making a few more pancakes for himself.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Apr 5, 2005 20:55:41 GMT -5
I say to Sakari "Walk to the officer by the ambulence and turn yourself in for questioning." I then lead off to the ambulence and lay Bassarov down on a stretcher, beside Cambridge and Tom. I walk over to where all the "suspects," namely Sakari and Lysander are being kept. "Okay. Now for the record state your name and political affiliation."
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Apr 5, 2005 20:57:38 GMT -5
It doesn't take long to reach Rommell's house, but by the time I do I am mumbling to myself without realizing it. The sky is grey and the air chill, and I am glad when I finally arrive and knock on the door just as the first drops of rain begin to fall.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 5, 2005 20:57:49 GMT -5
"Im Jimmy, this is bob. We are both republican capitalists, though I am much more righ wing than him, but not too much. Right?"
I try very hard not to smile
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Post by Frieda Rommel on Apr 5, 2005 20:57:53 GMT -5
"Its ok," Frieda sighed. She didn't enjoy it, and she didn't enjoy being stuck inside the house. "How is work?"
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 5, 2005 20:58:45 GMT -5
Sakari nods.
"Yeah my name's bob." I say, emphatically. "A proudly registered republican."
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Apr 5, 2005 20:59:09 GMT -5
I frown. "It's not difficult to tell a lie when you have been trained. Now the truth this time." I light a cigarette, pull two more out of my pack and set them on the table, where they can take them if they want them.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 5, 2005 21:02:27 GMT -5
"Darn. Alright. I'm Lysander. Im a socialist. But im very freindly. I play nice with the other kids. And I like candy. I also like flowers and long walks on the beach."
I resist winking my eyebrows at our captoress.
(I gtg soon)
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