|
Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 17, 2005 7:34:17 GMT -5
Sakari rolls over in bed a few times, then eventually loses track of where the edge is, and falls flat onto the hard sandpapered floor.
"Ow..." I climb to my feet. "Me who?" I say, somewhat in a daze, not sure if I had dreamed those words, or actually heard them.
|
|
|
Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 17, 2005 7:35:30 GMT -5
"Heikki..." Heikki whispers from behind the door. It is still early so maybe Sakari isn't used to getting up this early.
|
|
|
Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 17, 2005 7:37:31 GMT -5
Sakari is just about to answer the door when he notices that he's naked. He pulls on some pants and a shirt, then creeks the door open. The light in the hallway blinds him.
"Ah, heyyykki... Come in come on..." I say, opening the door, and turning my head away when more light pours in, and sit down on my messy bed.
|
|
|
Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 17, 2005 7:40:15 GMT -5
Heikki always feels a little strange when he is with Sakari. He feels like he is visiting an eccentric relative with too many cats and an irritating voice. If Sakari has his own home or apartment, he imagines that it probably does have too many cats and is a mess of stuffed toys and old newspapers, with a broken lamp in the center of the room. "How...are you doing this morning?" He asks reluctantly.
|
|
|
Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on May 17, 2005 7:43:45 GMT -5
(To Jack Dawning) Cambridge walks down the street after visiting the branch office of the SWM. As sie walks sie considers what sie will write about in the next issue. Sie is very worried about the things going on in Germany, and doesn't even notice where sie is going until sie accidently bumps into some guy. Sie brushes hirself off and appologizes, but notices that he is reading hir party's newspaper.
"Oh hey, you read that? Sorry I bumped into you and stuff, but that's my party's paper." Sie replies to him, pretty surprised that anyone actually reads it.
"Wow...my name is Cambridge Brackenfield. I sometimes submit things for it." Sie introduces hirself.
|
|
|
Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 17, 2005 7:52:57 GMT -5
The Chechens walk over our bodies, mine included, and think nothing of it. In the distance, I hear screams, immediately followed by the roar of gunshots. The screams stop.
I continue to lay face down as they pass uninhibited, until I feel like they're gone, then lay some more. I count to a thousand after the last rustling noise I hear, then finally climb to my feet, and examine the carnage. The nearest checkpoint from here was the one that was already destroyed by the terrorists, could they have planned this..?
I kneel down to a body beside me, and grab his handgun out of the holster on his side. I sit down at the desk, and notice that my cell phone has been destroyed in the carnage... I pick up their phone. It's dead. I head upstairs to where the long radio is, probably broadcasting to every terrorist in the area where exactly I am, but I can't fly a plane so I really have no other alternative.
...After 20 long minutes I finally manage to get a hold of someone.
"Shto vui hoteetyea?!" Asks an obviously annoyed, barely coherent, and possibly intoxicated voice on the other end. "Yeah we just got attacked by militants."
Silence.
"I'm at-" "Shit, alright... We'll send over a convoy to you right away." Says a different voice. "Okay." I get up, and look around for a bigger gun to defend myself with. You'd think it'd be easier to find an assault rifle on a damn military base, but apparently not... Finally, in a closet, I find one, and sling it over my shoulder.
I head downstairs, behind the reception desk, and wait for any signs of movement or sound.
|
|
|
Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 17, 2005 8:06:19 GMT -5
"I'm alright..." Sakari says, then when he looks down, he notices that his pants are on backwards. He pulls a blanket over his lap to cover his butt pockets showing.
"How's Sayuka doing?" I ask, and rub my face with my hand.
|
|
|
Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 17, 2005 8:09:07 GMT -5
"She wasn't in her room, so I don't know." Heikki says with a funny look. He scrunches his face and takes a step back from Sakari. "Were your pants on backwards?"
|
|
|
Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 17, 2005 8:11:09 GMT -5
"No I just got them at a thrift store." Sakari replies. He did in fact get them from a thrift store, but he doesn't actually know what that has to do with the fact that they were on backwards.
"She wasn't in her room?" I ask, mostly to change the subject.
|
|
|
Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 17, 2005 8:12:31 GMT -5
"No, should we go look for her?" Heikki asks.
"Where are you guys going after this anyway?"
|
|
|
Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 17, 2005 8:16:15 GMT -5
"No, that's fine..." Sakari replies about Sayuka. "We're going to South America sometime after this. Hang on a second."
I get up, taking the blanket with me, and head into the bathroom. There, I turn on the faucet as though I were actually using the bathroom, and rotate my pants so they're facing the right direction, turn off the water, and head back into the living room. I toss the blanket on the bed.
"You feel like coffee?"
|
|
|
Post by Heikki Toivonen on May 17, 2005 8:17:41 GMT -5
"Sure, we can go for coffee." Heikki says with more enthusiasm than is typical for him. He doesn't mind Sakari. Maybe they could become friends...if Sakari was serious ever.
|
|
|
Post by Aslan Shamil on May 17, 2005 8:20:15 GMT -5
The standoff at the school the Chechens took hostage has lasted for days. The rebels know that something is going to give and that the school is going to be stormed, probably by the end of the day. So, to the horror of the media and those outside, the Chechen rebels start killing the hostages. They want this event to impact the Russians, and although killing their children and the staff at the school is a difficult thing to do, they feel compelled to do something bold enough to make a difference.
|
|
|
Post by dead character on May 17, 2005 8:26:04 GMT -5
Malik watches the news. There have been suicide bombings everyday now for the past week in Damascus against the American invaders. It is strange how after America went to war with Syria, he forgot about Palestine for a while. His immediate concern has been the events in Syria. He sighs and continues to watch the news. The DFLP did a car and bus bombing last week, but hasn't done anything since. The recent string of attacks were from mostly Syrians. About 13 people died this morning in the most recent attack.
|
|
|
Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 17, 2005 8:26:24 GMT -5
"Awesome." Sakari simply replies, and stands up as though he were never tired in the first place. He heads back into the bathroom, runs water over his hands, and mats down his hair.
"Awroight." I say in a non descript Australian / English / Irish / Scottish accent, and lead the way out of the hotel to a local coffee shop.
|
|