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Post by Victoria Thistle on Apr 22, 2005 20:35:26 GMT -5
"My nihilist isn't like that at all. He's upbeat and cruel." I say, thinking of Zivon. Sure, I will call him "my" nihilist. I like the sound of that. I think it will be his nickname.
"Who knows, maybe they know each other. There aren't many nihilists in the world. It's kind of a passe thing."
"Anyway, what were you doing in France?"
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on Apr 22, 2005 20:36:05 GMT -5
"No such thing as too much meat in my opinion," he says, eating his pizza now that the pineapples are off of it.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Apr 22, 2005 20:37:50 GMT -5
"Ah, that is really interesting... I doubt they'd know each other, he seems too depressed to have any friends." I say, trying to imagine an upbeat nihilist.
"We were visting another anarchist, probably one of Heikki's only friends. Poor guy. Anyways, she's a really interesting person. She started working in a factory to get in touch with the workers. A little condescending, sure, but sweet nonetheless. You ever been to France?" I ask.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 22, 2005 20:39:24 GMT -5
"Ah everything in moderation my carnivorous comrade." Sakari replies. He'd pat Alejos on the back were he sitting next to him, but alas, he is too far away.
"Surely there are other toppings that you would have on your pizza other than meat?"
((Gotta run. Have a good night, I may be on later tonight.))
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Apr 22, 2005 20:40:53 GMT -5
"Oh yes, many times. Working in a factory, that's cute."
I drink my coffee.
"You're rather attractive. Much older and cleaner than most anarchists I have met. You even look like you have a real job."
"It's funny. I don't meet many anarchists like that. Maybe you like to pretend you are a thinker. Many women find that attactive."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Apr 22, 2005 20:42:20 GMT -5
I laugh. Not really sure how else I can take this blatant point blank attack on anarchy.
"It's true, it is a hard image to maintain. And yes, I do have a real job. I'm a cartographer. And I think I'm more than a match for you intellectually." I reply, challenging her.
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Apr 22, 2005 20:47:15 GMT -5
I don't like his challenge. I find it offensive.
"No doubt you are very intelligent in an array of subjects pertainent to society in the 1890s."
"Studying anarchy is like reading...fantasy books. It is impressive if you can speak 5 elven langauges fluently, but really has no pertainence to humans or society."
I smirk.
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on Apr 22, 2005 20:56:21 GMT -5
(later)
"Nope. Cheese, bacon, sausage, pepperoni, steak if I can get it, etc. etc." he said.
(gtg too.)
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Post by masha on Apr 22, 2005 21:07:21 GMT -5
"Then perhaps getting into things might just be the thing for me." Masha said, enthusiastically. She wondered how long he would be here. She was only here for a couple weeks.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 22, 2005 23:04:56 GMT -5
"If you would like, I could try to contact someone from the ISO and see what exactly they are up to and planning. I haven't honestly talked from anyone from that organization so it would be useful for me." Bassarov replies. He wonders who he could contact. But the leadership should have left records of their contacts in other organizations.
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Post by tounela on Apr 22, 2005 23:20:45 GMT -5
I enter the bar where Dylan is celebrating hir political gain within the Green Party. I am glad that I have the time off to see hir and offer my congratulations. I am still weary from the flight, but I am not too weary to talk briefly to hir.
I step up and put my bony hand on hir shoulder.
"Dylan, congratulations! I came all the way to Finland to give you our regards. Well, I have other things to do in America as well."
I smile widely, almost in an uncomfortable way.
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Anora Gwendolen
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Shall we Dance?
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Post by Anora Gwendolen on Apr 22, 2005 23:22:38 GMT -5
"Good night." I said after opreparing his bed in the guest room. I left to get ready for my own sleep. I sigh. "What a peculiar day.." After getting dressed into my nightgown and tucking maurice into bed and quickly fell asleep on my matress --------------------------------------------------------------------- "He's gone." I said looking into the guest room. I glance at a piece of paper. Picking it up I read the writing on it. "Well, I guess he needed to back to his friends." I said yawning. I peered into Maurice's room, he was stilll fats asleep. I went into the kitchen and started cooking brekfast, my mind was still on the night before.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 22, 2005 23:27:32 GMT -5
Heikki wakes up and is not as mad at his friends for going through his things. He goes to the living room and turns on the television.
"So what did you guys do while I was gone?" He asks them as he watches the History channel.
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Post by Hearst on Apr 22, 2005 23:32:51 GMT -5
Once the California cell has been set up, I leave. I have this feeling that the authorities might make a move on us. That's why I've been scarce. I leave California and head towards Texas. I think we can try setting up a cell there as well. Keeping on the move settles my nerves. But as we drive, I can't help but feel that something bad is going to happen.
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Post by Cris Mason on Apr 22, 2005 23:34:58 GMT -5
I take a swig of my beer and raise an eyebrow. "Oh, what are we congratulating him for?" I ask.
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