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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 4, 2005 21:31:25 GMT -5
"Well that's cool..." I reply about her being independent. I say it with a twinge of envy in my voice.
"Well, I guess that's just life, keeping up appearances." I say, as apathetically as I can muster. "I just thought that joining the army would help me become more independent, and in some ways it has, but in others, it's just made me cynical..."
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 4, 2005 21:32:15 GMT -5
"I know... *sniff* the poor guy..." of course, since this plot could have just as easily happend to him, it touches him on a personal level.
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Post by dead character on May 4, 2005 21:33:54 GMT -5
I'm sorry. You really need a change of pace, I feel sorry for you.
I eat some of my food.
You're just too nice. Sometimes you have to be mean.
Would you like to go back to where I am staying? This time no harm will come to you.
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Post by soledad on May 4, 2005 21:35:50 GMT -5
At the end, after searching for his girlfriend, the guy finds out from a woman who escaped a detention center that his girlfriend is dead. My eyes start watering a little. I can't believe humans do such terrible things to each other sometimes. It is so sad.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 4, 2005 21:40:05 GMT -5
I blink a few times, not really sure how to take this, then shrug my shoulders.
"Alright, yeah sure... Maybe you're right, I just need to be meaner, who knows." I say, then order a piece of apple pie to go.
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 4, 2005 21:40:49 GMT -5
"I know... I mean, we're all human, we're all on the planet... why can't people just accept that, man?"
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Post by dead character on May 4, 2005 21:42:52 GMT -5
Everyone has bad patches in life. I am sure you will overcome this. I say to him as we walk back together to my room. I put my hand on his back. I feel terrible for him. I wish I could make things better.
I like you. I thought that you were different when I met you. You have a kind heart. You don't belong where you are. I say as we enter my room.
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Post by soledad on May 4, 2005 21:44:09 GMT -5
That movie kind of ruined my mood. I feel a little down. Want to just go back to where we are staying and hang out?
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 4, 2005 21:53:43 GMT -5
I can't help but feel like she's mothering me a little bit. It's a nice feeling, something I haven't had in a long time.
"Ah, well, thank you..." I say, not really sure what else to say. I clear my throat.
"I just... I just need to change a lot in my life, I guess... I didn't really see it until now, and to be honest, being kidnapped by the Syrians changed my outlook on certain things..."
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Post by dead character on May 4, 2005 21:56:03 GMT -5
Yes, you're too good for all of this.I say as I take off the scarf around my neck. I bought it on a trip to Paris.
Mischa is sitting quietly on the bed as I brush out my hair. I don't say a lot to him. Finally, I walk over to him and sit down by him. I take his hand in mine and kiss his lips.
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 4, 2005 21:56:58 GMT -5
"Yeah," he said with a heavy sigh. "Who's the one who had the bright idea to see this depressing film," he asks teasingly.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 4, 2005 21:59:34 GMT -5
My heart begins to pound as she kisses me, and I take a quick gasp like someone had just splashed ice water on me, and quickly pull back.
"Ahh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I say, looking away, then look back. "I just... I wasn't really expecting that... I mean, I was sorta expecting it last time, then I became unconscious... And well, I kinda took that as a hint that you didn't like me..." I begin to babble. I shake my head, lean forward, and kiss her again before she can respond.
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Post by soledad on May 4, 2005 21:59:49 GMT -5
I didn't know it would be so tragic. It reminds me of Alvaro. I never found out what happened to him. I wish I knew. He just never returned from Russia. I love him, I wish he coul come back I say sadly.
He was my teacher. He got me interested in socialism.
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Post by dead character on May 4, 2005 22:02:15 GMT -5
Huush now Mischa...just be calm. I say in a quiet voice, then return his kiss. I put my hands up his back. He is such a kind person. He needs more from this world.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 4, 2005 22:07:05 GMT -5
I take a deep breath, and begin to relax, however my nerves are still a little frayed, which shows in my trembling hands.
"Ah, s-sorry..." I say, then stop talking, and return her kiss, resting my trembling hand inbetween her shoulder blades.
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