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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 24, 2005 21:21:43 GMT -5
Alejos is, for some odd reason, in a particularly good mood today. He looks like a page out of one of those cheesy musicals as he performs weird moves right out of "Singin' in the Rain."
"Life is good," he says to himself. Not to shoulder-Trotsky or shoulder-Stalin, they're not here right now. "The Defense Committee is up, the Brazillian Central Committee is starting to recognize me, and more and more people are joining our cause!"
Perhaps it is because Trotsky told him to stop focusing on the negative that he's feeling so good.
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Post by bastet on May 24, 2005 21:26:13 GMT -5
As he about to reach the gun, I began to yell.
"PERVERT!!!" I quickly grab the gun before he did and shot him in the face. I began to shot rounds from the gun at the other guys.
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Post by soledad on May 24, 2005 21:28:09 GMT -5
I walk up behind Alejos and put my hands over his eyes.
Guess who?
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Post by Greg & Silent Borya on May 24, 2005 21:29:05 GMT -5
Greg and Silent Borya hear gunshots in the distance and look to one another.
"Oh shit, someone's packin' heat! Let's get a look," he shouted. Before Borya could protest, Greg grabbed him and dragged him towards the sounds.
They got there and saw the chick from before shooting people. Greg and Borya looked to one another, then nodded.
"Snootch to the mother fuckin' noonch," Greg shouted as he and Silent Borya came in to lend a hand, by chucking M80s at the attackers.
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 24, 2005 21:30:27 GMT -5
Alejos heart skips a beat. He turns around and sees Soledad. He almost can't believe it.
"Soledad," he says excitedly, before embracing her in a tight hug. "So good to see you again! I've missed you so much!"
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on May 24, 2005 21:32:16 GMT -5
I smile again, and nod my head.
"I guess that means he took it well." I reply optimistically. When she says 'he avoids love', it makes me feel as though he's no longer a threat.
"Well I'm glad. I was walking around, and happened to stumble across you and Rodney, ah, together... Back here..." I say, eyeing where they were sitting toegether, then back to Salome.
"And at first I was upset, but really, I slept with a libertarian..." I say, then visibly shiver. "But it's okay, I don't have a problem with you two." I turn my head, and smile a sympathetic smile.
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Post by soledad on May 24, 2005 21:32:57 GMT -5
I smile and kiss the top of his head.
Well, I told you I would come. I just had to wait for the right time to sneak out. And I missed you too, Alejos. Very much.
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 24, 2005 21:35:16 GMT -5
Alejos kisses her back, on the cheek since he can't exactly get to her forehead without straining himself.
"Come on, let's go get something to eat. My treat," Alejos says, now on Cloud 9.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 24, 2005 21:36:09 GMT -5
"That's still... Just as... Good..." I reply, with a pathetic whimper.
I place my hands on the top of her head, and rest them there lightly, a little unused to how qucikly and roughly things are going. But the atmosphere is very exciting, something about me not having much power is making me so excited.
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Post by Salome Weil on May 24, 2005 21:37:36 GMT -5
"I don't want to do anything that upsets you. You know if you wanted, I would be loyal. For...I am drawn to you more than any idea or person. More than any place or thing." I say to him.
And I feel bad for saying it. I regret it. Maybe it sounds traditional or oppressive. And I see it for that.
But I do love him.
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Post by bastet on May 24, 2005 21:38:27 GMT -5
Without warning, the attackers are getting killed by explosives.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" and before the cops or other people started to come, I began running from the bloody scene.
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Post by Greg & Silent Borya on May 24, 2005 21:40:03 GMT -5
"Snoogans. Oh shit, let's get out of here before the fuzz show up," Greg says to Borya. The two start taking off, Greg in the lead, and Borya falling back.
"Run fatass! Run like there's a sandwich waitin' at the finish line," Greg shouts back to Borya. Borya just frowns continues running.
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Post by soledad on May 24, 2005 21:40:31 GMT -5
We walk to a pizza place since I don't want anything too fancy. I just feel like pizza and a dr. pepper.
You're taller since I last saw you. You didn't hit a growth spurt or something while I was gone. Been drinking your milk, have you? I flirt.
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 24, 2005 21:43:10 GMT -5
"No milk, just my body making up for years of shortness in Middle School and most of High School," he says jokingly, sipping his soda. "Or, could it be that I'm not growing, and you're maybe shrinking?"
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Post by soledad on May 24, 2005 21:46:53 GMT -5
That's a frightening thought I change my order from a soda to a milk just in case.
I went looking for you, and it took me some time. I couldn't find Bassarov or anyone. Have they all left you?
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