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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 13, 2005 21:07:25 GMT -5
"Well... Sure, why not? It can't be any worse than that old pine forest back home." I say. When I was young I was always scared of that forest, but when I got older and went hunting with my dad I found out that it was one of the best hunting spots in the country. "Should we bring anything, like a picnic lunch?"
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Post by sofia on May 13, 2005 21:09:42 GMT -5
Sure, we can pick up some good food from the market before we head out of town
I change into khakis, hiking boots, and a tank top.
Make sure you wear something comfortable
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 13, 2005 21:11:20 GMT -5
"Of course." I dress like my sister, except I take a couple minutes to transfer some nessesities from my purse, like my cell phone and cigarettes. "Well I'm ready now."
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Post by Maria Bessmertny on May 13, 2005 21:11:31 GMT -5
Maria gets up, and walks back over to the range, and starts cooking up the eggs benedict.
"I don't know, love." She says, a little worried that he's going to be worked up about Zhar. "Maybe he's just busy. You like your eggs over easy don't you?" She knows that he likes them over easy, she just wanted to end the sentence on a different note.
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Post by Pavel Nikolaievich Kirsanov on May 13, 2005 21:12:08 GMT -5
Pavel bounces too hard, and flies into the wall. It makes a loud noise as he hits the floor.
Pavel tries to get his breath back, as the wind has been knocked out of him. This is a little tough, since he is still giggling.
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Post by Kaschei Bessmertny on May 13, 2005 21:15:56 GMT -5
Kaschei grumbles about this to himself, but decides to ignores the situation for now. "His loyalty is wavering, and he needs to be reminded who is in charge." But he says nothing after this. "Yes, over easy." He hears a loud slam. "I'm going to check on Pavel." Kaschei says in annoyance. He gets up from the table and pushes his chair in loudly. He stomps upstairs to Pavel's room and knocks on the door. "What's going on. We can hear you pounding from downstairs." He says from behind the door. He tries to mask his anger, so it comes out as forceful concern.
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Post by Pavel Nikolaievich Kirsanov on May 13, 2005 21:17:25 GMT -5
Pavel continues giggling.
"I'm like superman!"
His breathing is shallow, and his pupils are small. he is obviously on some sort of narcotic.
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Post by sofia on May 13, 2005 21:19:43 GMT -5
Far out, let's get a move on. I head out of the hotel with Selja into the busling streets of Brazilia. We head to a car rental place and I rent a jeep for us. Let's go to the market now I drive us down the street, then park by what looks like a pretty large outdoor market. I get out and start picking out fresh fruit.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 13, 2005 21:23:44 GMT -5
(I am going to close the thread up early, but I will be online later...)
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