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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 28, 2005 1:54:44 GMT -5
Sakari looks around through the crowd vacantly and doesn't really pay much attention to her until she mentions revolution.
"Oh come on, we don't go to your labour party meetings and tell you that reforms are a waste of time." I reply, somewhat defensive.
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Post by Hope Dayspring on May 28, 2005 1:56:23 GMT -5
I frown and cross my arms.
"But well, revolutions have happened in the past. What will make another go at it any better?"
"At least Europe enjoyed many of the benefits of socialism through reform."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 28, 2005 1:57:27 GMT -5
"We should be quiet now. It looks like the speech is going to start." Bassarov says, hushing Hope and Sakari. The Cuban and Venezuelan presidents step out together and begin to speak. The crowd cheers.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 28, 2005 1:58:52 GMT -5
"No..." I say, and sniffle. "He said so. He said he'd never love me... I don't know why I didn't listen." I wrap my arms around hir again.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on May 28, 2005 2:00:45 GMT -5
Cambridge's eyes become a little watery for Selja. Sie doesn't know why sie is so emotional, but seeing Selja so sad makes hir sad as well. Sie puts hir arms around Selja and strokes her hair. "You don't need someone like that."
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Post by Varick Rommel on May 28, 2005 2:01:04 GMT -5
Frederick closes his eyes when the glass, which only had water in it, launches across the room, and opens his eyes again when the dust settles.
"Eva... That's what I'm talking about..." Frederick replies calmly. "I can come along if you like."
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on May 28, 2005 2:01:18 GMT -5
I look out on the crowd as I load the ten-round magazine into my rifle, and wonder if Bassarov is one of them. I can't help but think about what we did last night, and how wonderful it felt. I push the thoughts out of my mind as I pull the charging handle on the rifle and look through the scope at my target. It isn't time yet, but very soon...
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 28, 2005 2:04:39 GMT -5
"Of course you're right... I'm so stupid..." I say between sobs.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 28, 2005 2:05:04 GMT -5
Sakari really doesn't feel like arguing about revolution at this point in time, and decides instead to ignore Hope, and concentrate on the speakers. He turns his head and whispers to Bassarov.
"That was both flattering and insulting."
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on May 28, 2005 2:05:33 GMT -5
I cry a little, and manage "They want to put me away... They always have... Ever since I got this stupid problem they've wanted to lock me up. They're all bastards!"
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Post by Hope Dayspring on May 28, 2005 2:06:00 GMT -5
I shut up and listen to the speakers. I need to figure out a way to convince Bassarov and Sakari about this. What if I just killed Bassarov? Would that change everything?
I look at the stage and think many things to myself.
I stand behind Sakari, who I never really knew. I think about Calithin and how this time we probably won't be together.
I look at the ground and feel very sad once again.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 28, 2005 2:07:32 GMT -5
"I think she has some screws loose. You are better with dealing with crazy people than I am. Maybe you can talk to her later and see what she's about." Bassarov whispers, then turns once again to the stage.
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Post by Hope Dayspring on May 28, 2005 2:09:31 GMT -5
Screws loose? Screws loose? Oh, that's funny. I am functioning just fine thankyou. I should deck him I think to myself, but instead I just watch the stage.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on May 28, 2005 2:10:36 GMT -5
"Stop it. You aren't stupid." Cambridge replies and kisses her forehead.
"Everything will be fine."
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on May 28, 2005 2:13:46 GMT -5
Ten feet to my right a man finally finishes setting up a .50 caliber machine gun, which will be my cover. Of course he will be arrested, tried and executed for this, and he knows and accepts it because it's nessasary if I am to get away undetected. I take aim in the center of the Venezuelan president's chest, and slow my breathing until the crosshairs are as steady as a rock...
The first shot explodes out of the rifle with a thunderus blast that launches the 2-inch slug at twice the speed of sound. Immediately the machine gunner opens fire and, almost as fast as the rifle reloads itself I take aim at the Cuban president's chest and fire another shot. Both bullets take three seconds to travel the distance, and hit their targets perfectly.
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