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Post by masha on Apr 26, 2005 0:36:27 GMT -5
Masha laughed, as they started to near the bar. She looked over at him, wondering where that came from. Not that she disagreed. She had a wide smile on her face when she finished her short laugh.
"Thanks, you're not to bad yourself." Masha said as they entered the place and she looked around.
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Post by kurt on Apr 26, 2005 0:37:45 GMT -5
"Yeah Finland has some of the nicest forests that I've seen... I haven't been out in the woods for quite awhile, I could really use a good walk. I've been cooped up inside my friend's apartment for too long." I reply.
"Which is mostly my fault."
((Goodnight!))
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 26, 2005 0:40:44 GMT -5
Bassarov doesn't say anything more after that. It is strange but he feels a little more foolish than he does around other women. He enters behind her and sits down with her Christian friends. "Hello everyone." He greets them. But waits for Masha to introduce him.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Apr 26, 2005 0:44:31 GMT -5
"Yeah I love Finland," Linnea gushed. "Maybe we can walk out there sometime."
((Good night and im stumped))
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Post by masha on Apr 26, 2005 0:47:42 GMT -5
Masha went through introductions quickly. She then ordered drinks for them. She then listened as her group began discussing ideas for the sermon they were planning. They were talking about doing a sermon on sins.
Masha frowned at this. She disagreed with them on a few points. Like many of their stances on sexuality. She glanced over at Valodya, wondering if he was getting bored. To tell the truth, she was kind of. Though, she would never say that.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 26, 2005 0:51:01 GMT -5
Bassarov doesn't say anything while they talk about sins. He obviously doesn't believe in sin or morality. Morality is something that people invent for one reason or another. It can either benefit people or oppress them. Some virtues he agrees with. Helping the poor, caring for the environment, sharing resources, protecting life, resisting violent, and so on, he agrees with these. But he feels uncomfortable when they talk about sexual morality, gender roles, and divine authority.
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Post by masha on Apr 26, 2005 1:02:56 GMT -5
Masha began to drum her fingers on the table quietly as they finished up this little meeting. A few of them headed off for the night and she let out a small sigh. She glanced at him again.
"Sorry...?" Masha didn't know what to say. Sometimes, some of the things they said hurt her feelings a little, since she was bisexual. Also, she didn't agree with some of the other things they said. Masha could tell that Valodya had been uncomfortable.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 26, 2005 1:07:58 GMT -5
"No, don't worry about it. I don't mind. It was interesting." Bassarov says with a shrug.
"They seem like nice people, and I really have nothing against Christians."
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Post by masha on Apr 26, 2005 1:11:47 GMT -5
"They are. They are just traditional." Masha said with a shrug and took a sip from her drink. It almost took all her will not to gulp the drink down. She was suddenly a little nervous, and that didn't happen often. It looks as if they were even, it seemed.
"So...Talk to me about something." Masha said, breaking the small silence that had passed.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 26, 2005 1:29:03 GMT -5
Bassarov thinks for a moment about what he could talk about. He normally has plenty of things to talk about.
"Sometimes I wonder what the future will be like. I wonder if and when we can pull off the revolution. I wonder what actual revolution would be like and how it would change me as a person. Or how I would react in that situation."
"I used to be a pacifist like you. I was for a long time, even well after I joined the party. I still value peace and have a hard time imagining myself fighting. But it is something I wrestle with. I know I would give my life for this cause. I think...if attacked, I would defend myself. And if I saw other people hurt, I would defend them as well."
"I can no longer put violence in this box of taboos. I would like to. In theory I can. But I just don't think that in a real life revolution I could uphold that. And, it's frightening."
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Post by Liron Schoenberg on Apr 26, 2005 2:15:30 GMT -5
"So I was thinking of going to Helsinki. I might like, start organizing there. We should organize a concert in Helsinki is what I'm thinking. Does that sound cool,Lysander? Maybe you could help me out." Garret suggests.
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Felix Fishbourne
Card Carrying Member
Socialist Student/Bait Shop Employee
Those who cast the votes decide nothing. Those who count the votes decide everything.
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Post by Felix Fishbourne on Apr 26, 2005 8:44:55 GMT -5
Felix woke up in the middle of the floor in his room I thought Cambridge locked me out he thought to himself whatever. He rose up and proceed to see where everybody was.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 26, 2005 9:27:53 GMT -5
"Yes, I already had marmalade on english muffin toast with some tea. I am set to go." I say smiling.
"Let's go to the diamond mines first!" I suggest. Around my neck is a camera. I also have some paper for taking notes.
"It is a wonderful morning. The birds really are chirping merrily. I am glad to be here! I'm glad to be alive!"
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Post by Lan Zheng-Lafleur on Apr 26, 2005 9:31:28 GMT -5
When Capulet arrives, he is met by a room full of other laywers. There are over a dozen and they represent other regions of the world.
"Good day, Mr. Heart. You will be representing America and British Interests and working with an International Team of Lawyers to draft the new international laws."
"As for pay, that is something you will negotiate with the Americans since they were the ones who selected you to the team."
Somehow I get the impression that he is not a team player.
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Jaffar Kruschev
Provisional Member
Russian Mafia Assassin
we are mercenaries; we live to fight and kill and die
Posts: 73
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Post by Jaffar Kruschev on Apr 26, 2005 10:54:43 GMT -5
Jaffar paced through the streets awaiting to be attacked or something of that nature. He heard rap music in the distance causing him boredome beyond reasonung. He yawned and kept walking.
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