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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Apr 20, 2005 15:30:19 GMT -5
I'm kept blindfolded and handcuffed for most of the encounter, so I really don't know what's going on or what's going to happen. About 3 of them speak English, and only one speaks Russian, but very bad Russian at that. They don't currently know that I don't speak English, but the dialog gets so frustrating at times, I just want to say 'fuck it, your English is better than your Russian.' A door opens, and I can hear them speaking in butchered Russian in the background.
"...hostage. We demand immediate leave of Russian soldiers from Syria soil. Or, he die." A light flashes on me for a few moments, then turns off. They peel off my blindfold, and for once I can see where I'm being held captive. A shabby apartment building. That's all I know, I don't even know if I'm still in Syria or what.
"If your government is smart, you'll be fine." The man says to me. I squint my eyes, and nod.
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Rodney Maestro
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Pacifist Anarchist
All you need is love
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Post by Rodney Maestro on Apr 20, 2005 15:40:01 GMT -5
((gtg, i might be on later tonight. Have a good one))
I follow her to the terminal, and hear the anouncement that the flight is boarding. After a few minutes we are able to get on, find our seats, and sit down.
I take a seat. I stare at the barf bag infront of me.
"I forgot to tell you: as much as I use planes, I still sometimes get a little sick. Usualy when Im not paying attention to something else, but I didn't bring anything to work on. Darn it!"
I cna be so forgetfull sometimes.
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Post by Dead Character on Apr 20, 2005 15:40:44 GMT -5
Antero works a long shift at the pizza place. They hold him a few hours later again because they were short on drivers. When he is finally done, he comes home to his apartment and sets some cinnestixs out for the others. He plops down on the couch and takes a nap.
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Post by Salome Weil on Apr 20, 2005 15:43:01 GMT -5
"Oh dear, that's horrible. We'll I'll do what I can to help you."
"I used to get sick on planes too."
I pull out the pillow and set it behind his head. I take off his glasses and put them on the tray. "Just lay back and relax. It helped me."
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Post by Switzer on Apr 20, 2005 15:49:32 GMT -5
Christian returns to his apartment in Munich. Everything is the same. He clicks on the news to watch the reports of events in Berlin. Their bid for power was a bust. He eats a TV dinner and clicks the news off in frustration. He has not heard from Eva or Rommel and is starting to worry.
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Post by sayuka on Apr 20, 2005 15:53:16 GMT -5
I have an interview later today to discuss my family's company. I head to the Tokyo newstation where I will be interviewed later by a reporter. I wait until the secretary calls my name.
"Miss Yukiko Ito, you can come back for the interview." I get up from my seat, grab my purse and head to the back for the interview.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Apr 20, 2005 15:55:35 GMT -5
When Rodney is gone with Salome, I glare at him. You're too tired to look for Heikki, but awake enough to look for Salome... Hmm... Ah fuckit, I'll look for him myself.
I continue to look through the city, when I realize that I have voice mail. Helsinki? I shake my head... I head back to the hotel to check out.
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Post by kurt on Apr 20, 2005 15:57:49 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah, sure." I reply, somewhat aloof. "Hey Nea, there's a new bar around here that I'd like to check out. You game?"
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Post by tounela on Apr 20, 2005 15:59:02 GMT -5
Work has been killer. I am so terribly stressed and Toivo has been avoiding me.
After work, I head to Ernie's pub, sit down, and order a gin and tonic.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 20, 2005 16:03:02 GMT -5
"I don't mind working with poor people. They need help. And I like helping people." I say smiling.
"Tell me about yourself, Mr. Crest. Do you like..working for a company that makes war technologies? How did you get into that line or work?"
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Post by toivo on Apr 20, 2005 16:05:53 GMT -5
((Sorry I haven't posted in awhile, I'll play catch up.))
I walk around the pub, picking up all the cups and plates that are scattered around. I drop them off in the kitchen where the dishwashers clean them. The pub has a pleasant atmosphere, and I've enjoyed working for Ernie thus far. I see Joutsen sitting at the bar, and since it's a quiet day, I'm able to sit down beside her.
"Hey Joutsen, long time no see. Sorry I've been so busy, how have you been?" I ask.
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Apr 20, 2005 16:06:16 GMT -5
I fly to St. Petersburg, leaving early and arriving in St. Petersburg an hour or so later. I have the day to myself. I check into my hotel and think of Zivon. I kind of regret not sleeping with him today. I might not meet anyone attractive in St. Petersburg. I frown and unpack my things.
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Post by tounela on Apr 20, 2005 16:08:51 GMT -5
"Toivo darling! Why don't you ever visit me anymore. Do I have to come out to the bars to see you now! It seems so." I wrap my thin arms around him and give him an awkward hug.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Apr 20, 2005 16:09:38 GMT -5
New thready thread.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Apr 20, 2005 16:10:15 GMT -5
Actually...
Now it's new thread time.
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