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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 4, 2005 14:38:34 GMT -5
"Its all right, but for the amount of money we pay for the tickets, we should get better food."
I nibble at the ham sandwhich. At least, I think its ham... Suddenly, Im starting to feel a little quezzy. Planes are not my favorite mode of transportation.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 4, 2005 14:41:06 GMT -5
"Are you feeling okay, here I'll get you a Ginger Ale. My grandmother says its good for upset stomachs."
Cambridge calls the attendant for a ginger ale and hands it to Lysander.
"Canadian Dry, that's good ginger ale."
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 4, 2005 14:44:08 GMT -5
"Thanks. Thanks a lot"
I take the ginger ale and drink some.
"That is pretty good. At least they can't ruin a good beverage. Are you close with your Grandmother, then?"
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 4, 2005 14:47:53 GMT -5
"Sort of. She is a strong woman. She's a regular Magaret Thatcher of the family. She is conservative, opinionated, and not very happy I am a socialist. But she is a good woman and an example of a woman who won't be stepped on by life or by any man."
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 4, 2005 14:50:13 GMT -5
"Wow, thats cool. I never met any of my grandparents. They all died. My parents are very old and conservative. They had me pretty late."
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 4, 2005 14:52:12 GMT -5
"My parents are not as conservative. They are democratic socialists. I am more revolutionary than them, but at least I can relate." Cambridge replies.
"Do you have any siblings?"
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 4, 2005 15:05:55 GMT -5
"Nope, no sibblings. Im an only child. You?"
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Post by Dead Character on Apr 4, 2005 16:48:16 GMT -5
Antero wakes up earlier than he normally and sees that Niko is up as well. He makes some cream of wheat for the two of them and sprinkles in chocolate chips. "Here you go, Niko, just like my dad used to make." Antero says as he slides over the bowl. "Will you be staying long?"
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 4, 2005 16:52:40 GMT -5
Wanting some companionship, Heikki gets a baby black bunny for himself from the pet shop. Now that it is after Easter, there is a sale on bunnies, so it makes for a cheap pet. The bunny's name is Cadburry, and he decides that he won't change it. He takes Cadburry home and sets out a litter box for the small animal. "Right, so you have to learn to use the litter box. No shitting on the floor." Heikki instructs the bunny. He sets him in the litter box so he can figure out its uses.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 4, 2005 16:54:40 GMT -5
"Sibley siblings..." Sakari says, as it's the first word he understands. There are a few slight sore spots on his side where Lysander punched him, but thinks nothing of it. He rests his head against Cambridge's shoulder, then slings his arm around hir waist, smiling.
I jump up shortly after doing this, disoriented, and a twinkie in my hand.
"Oh shit!! You guys, we have to get to the airport!!!" Sakari says frantically.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 4, 2005 16:57:56 GMT -5
Bassarov is stiff from being cooped up in his small room. He bends his neck, which is very sore. He's been sitting up while sleeping and it has made for a very sore spine and neck. He feels uneasy and frustrated. He wants to stetch but he is confined to the small enclosed space. His mind is wandering as well. He is tired of thinking and needs something to do to stimilate him. He feels like what a horse would feel like in one of those trailers, being pulled along on a long trip.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 4, 2005 17:00:45 GMT -5
"Don't worry, chum, we're already on the flight. You sleep like a rock though. It's almost impressive that we were able to take you from the hotel to the airport, then get you on this flight without you waking."
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Post by Jumala Keitoleinen on Apr 4, 2005 17:05:00 GMT -5
Keitoleinen remains in his mansion most of the day. He spends his days like this, sometimes alone, usualluy not, doing very little. It is a boring life that seems ceaseless. He sits and watches the news. He enjoys the news because he likes to keep up with the mishaps occuring around the world. If not for human tragedy, life would be very boring. This is why he could never understand socialism, pacifism, or any other form of idealism. A better world is a boring world.
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Post by Aslan Shamil on Apr 4, 2005 17:09:30 GMT -5
The terrorists wait long hours for word from the Russian authorities. Still, there is no response. The rebels are running low on supplies, so Aslan agrees to leave with others to pick up more food and water. Meanwhile, the terrorists have locked themselves away in the lower levels of the compound to protect their hostages. The socialist hostage has made them worried that perhaps others will arrive there before the military does. This would ruin their plans.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 4, 2005 17:13:07 GMT -5
"Whoa..." Sakari says, just realizing that he's on the plane.
"My side hurts... Did I fall over or something?" I ask, holding my side.
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