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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 22, 2005 14:47:31 GMT -5
"Yeah, a club sounds like fun." I say somewhat reserved. In all honesty, I hate clubs, but I don't want to be rude. Plus I'm sure there's alcohol there.
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on May 22, 2005 14:51:37 GMT -5
"This will be fun!" Lemminkainen promises, and the two head out to the club. Lemminkainen looks around to see if he can spot Stefanii. "Well that's too bad, I don't see her, but maybe we'll bump into someone else."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 22, 2005 14:56:03 GMT -5
Sakari slowly wakes up, a good couple hours after Valodya gets up, and slowly climbs out of bed.
I stand up, and scratch my head, my eyes squinted, and I lean up against the wall, wearing only my boxers.
"Ah, good ah... Morning... Or, afternoon..." Sakari says, a little disoriented. He heads into the bathroom, washes his face, and sits back down on the bed, as though nothing had happened.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 22, 2005 14:59:09 GMT -5
Bassarov pretends to wake up and makes a show of yawning and rubbing his eyes. "Oh it's really that late?" He says, looking at the clock. He makes a point of not looking at Sakari and instead looks out the window as he speaks to his friend. "It looks like another nice day out." He says looking out the window. "Yeah I could get used to this climate."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 22, 2005 15:11:06 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's nice here..." Sakari says, cheerily. He looks out the window.
"I like this place. It's nicer than where I grew up in Finland. Finland's a beautiful country, but you know, it's a little oppressive with my mother living there and everything." I start brewing some of the coffee that they set out for us in my little coffee brewer thing.
"So what'd you think about last night?" He asks casually, and somewhat randomly.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 22, 2005 15:17:02 GMT -5
Bassarov runs his hand through his hair nervously and tilts his head to the side as he collects his thoughts for an answer. After a long pause he responds.
"Well...hmm, it was unexpected, you know. I suppose it added an interesting new element to our friendship." Bassarov replies almost scientificly. He feels very uncomfortable.
"I think...being with women can get a little boring. So, it is good to try new things."
He does his best to appear calm and collected, but really he is confused and a little shy.
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Post by shizue on May 22, 2005 15:20:52 GMT -5
Over an hour of finding a hotel, I have finally found. Its not fancy but I don't mind at all. I quickly went inside check in a room. After number of stairs, I am in my hotel room, 711.
I thought the room was pretty nice. Soft white carpet, palish white walls and queen size bed with pale blue covers and pillows. Next to the bed, there is a redwood desk next to it, including a phone. In the bathroom, there a marble floor and sink and has a shower installed too.
I placed my bags on the bed and look out the window. I thought the view is real pretty, but I still miss Tokyo. After a while of standing there, I grab my camera and left my room.
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Post by Marla Green/Boo Radley on May 22, 2005 15:25:22 GMT -5
After Marla disinfects her hands, she picks up one of Bug's hand.
"I just used listerine before I left the house."
Then, she kisses Bug's knuckles.
"The meeting is in two minutes. We should probably head down."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 22, 2005 15:29:31 GMT -5
"Cheerio!" Sakari says enthusiastically, and enigmatically. He raises his hand with his cup of coffee in it as though he were toasting. "You were good kid, you were good." Sakari says, winking, and sipping his coffee.
"Women are great and everything, but balance is good too... "
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 22, 2005 15:34:02 GMT -5
Bassarov lets out an audible gulp then blushes. "Oh well, you know..." He says looking at the floor. The floor has a very interesting design he finds. "Thanks..." He sits up and decides to get dressed, but not without some self conciousness. "So is this something you...normally do? You never made mention of it before. In fact, you seem pretty aloof to...getting close to people in that kind of way..." Bassarov says vaguely and uncomfortably.
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Post by Eric "Bug" Johnson on May 22, 2005 15:38:01 GMT -5
"That's good that's good." I say. I nod my head, and smile, then lean over and kiss her on the cheek.
"You're right, we should probably get going." I stand up, and grab my briefcase which was leaning against the side of my desk. I brush it off with a tissue as though dust had collected on it.
"I'm excited about your presentation." I say, noticing my hand's trembling a little, holding the briefcase, probably in anticipation of being at the work meeting.
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Post by Pavel Nikolaievich Kirsanov on May 22, 2005 15:40:44 GMT -5
Even though Pavel is now quite stoned, he notices that Maria is too. That's not a good thing.
"Hey Maria... Do you wanna go home?" Pavel asks slowly.
"Um... can I bring Boris Deathray? I miss him," Pavel says, hugging his dog, "And I don't think all of this smoke is good for his lungs. He's really quiet and stuff, promise."
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Post by Marla Green/Boo Radley on May 22, 2005 15:44:56 GMT -5
Marla presents the game. It's nothing new really, just another football game with better graphics. She gets a round of applause. It will probably be a best seller.
Afterwards, Marla calls her assitant to pick her up, so that she can go home. Then, she gives her assistant the rest of the day off.
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Post by shizue on May 22, 2005 15:46:38 GMT -5
I am currently is a small park, which isn't far from the hotel I am staying. I thought the park is nice and quiet, even though there is people in the park, not far from me.
"I kept thinking why my brother wanted me to meet him in New Orleans though. I mean, whenever we able to meet, when we were younger, we always tried to hurt each other by fighting and after all, he uses vilence for his dirty games.
After a while of people watching, I began to take varies pictures of people of having fun. Sometimes I am jealous of these people because I am not having fun.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 22, 2005 15:49:31 GMT -5
"Eh, sorta... You know, it's like watching TV or something, some things I pay attention to, some things I don't." Sakari replies, not really noticing that this parallel isn't a very good one.
"I don't much care for relationships, though. You know how it is."
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