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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 30, 2005 2:28:45 GMT -5
"No worries, I know what it's like to be alone..." Sakari replies, and rolls onto his back. His head dangles off of the side of the bed.
"Sorry I can't help much." I say, turning my head to face her, then poke her in the side. She feels human.
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Post by Hope Dayspring on May 30, 2005 2:32:51 GMT -5
"So you understand? You are alone? I am sorry to hear that. I didn't think that you would be."
I am not ticklish and not sure why he poked me.
"Oh, you are still curious about how human I am. Well, my skin and hair are all synthetic. But they look and feel life like enough. But if you notice I don't have hair on my body. That is one way to tell that I am not human."
I extend my arm and show him. "My eyes don't dialate either. They are always about the same."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 30, 2005 2:46:35 GMT -5
"Well, I have friends, but my whole life has been pretty lonely. I've always been on my own." Sakari replies, and examines Hope's arm.
"Whoa, that's neat..." I say, then sit up, and look into her eyes. I slowly inch myself closer as though I'm examining her eyes, then gently kiss her on the lips.
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Post by Hope Dayspring on May 30, 2005 2:48:35 GMT -5
My eyes flash open and I tense up. I haven't kissed anyone since I arrived here, and that was several years ago.
I kiss him back and put my hand on the back of his head, fingers through his hair.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 30, 2005 2:51:46 GMT -5
Sakari is startled by this sudden outburst, but nonetheless enjoys it. He rests a hand on the small of her back, and the other between her shoulder blades, and kisses her again.
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Post by Hope Dayspring on May 30, 2005 2:55:05 GMT -5
I push him down forcefully, and kiss his neck. I have some very serious doubts in the back of my mind, but on the other hand, it is kind of nice being with a guy as weak as him. I pin him down by the arms and kiss up to his ear.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 30, 2005 3:02:23 GMT -5
Sakari falls back onto the bed, and tilts his head backwards, to allow for her kisses. He feels a little frightened by this sudden change of pace, but excited as well...
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Post by Hope Dayspring on May 30, 2005 3:05:35 GMT -5
But then I decide that maybe I should listen to my conscience and stop. I am acting out of loneliness, and not out of any genuine care for Sakari. I get up and walk to the door.
"I'm sorry Sakari. I need to take a walk."
I leave the hotel room and rush off to be alone. I really don't think it matters one way or the other to Calithin, but I still feel compelled to be loyal.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 30, 2005 3:10:41 GMT -5
Sakari sits on the bed stupidly, and looks around the room after she leaves. He begins to think of Cambridge...
I head to the desk and grab a pen, where I write a big letter "C" on my hand.
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Post by Hope Dayspring on May 30, 2005 3:23:03 GMT -5
I go to a payphone and using a phone card I call Calithin's office in London. I get an answering machine so I assume he must be off work already.
"Hello, this is Hope from the Labour Party. I don't mean to bother you. I stopped by your office the other day in case you don't remember who this is. Anyway, I am in Caracas, Venezuela at the moment. I am with some revolutionary socialists trying to talk some sense into them. Since you are a capitalist, I thought it might be useful if you came here and maybe tried to tell them your side of things. It might change their minds. If you are interested, this is my number and where I am staying. Thanks and have a pleasant day."
The answering machine beeps and I stare at the phone, then hang up.
After making the call I go for a long walk. I feel very bad for kissing Sakari. For one, I really don't care about him. He is nice, attractive, and entertaining, but I would never date someone like that. Secondly, I feel like I cheated. But it could have been worse. At least I stopped myself and came to my senses.
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Post by thomas on May 30, 2005 13:24:34 GMT -5
Thomas was almost late for the flight thanks to his daydreaming. He had caught a vista during the lights last hours on the shores of western Africa and had to take notes and a picture. After looking at the time he had to run for the local airport, nothing more than a small grass field on which a single engine plane rested, waiting for him. As he got in he saw that he was not the only passenger crammed into the tiny plane. A native was there, having finally saved up enough money to escape the poverty of his country and travel to England, where he stood a chance at living a semi-normal life. Having traveled all through Africa he had picked up knowledge of how to speak their language, but only roughly. During the flight he asked the man about his life and what he hoped awaited him. They were grand visions, but not likely. Albeit, Thomas was not one to crush his hopes before he even arrived. After changing planes several times they finally parted ways. Thomas was headed to Helsinki, where he would continue work on his next book.
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Jareth
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Post by Jareth on May 30, 2005 13:39:11 GMT -5
((Sorry Brandon I have been out of it. And to be honest I didnt think anyone would reply to her))
Jareth looks up and swallows hard. She looks to either side of her to see if perhaps hes talking to someone else but sees she is alone.
"Um...are you talking to me? I mean um...yeah its ok. I got half a sandwich left if you're hungry. Its taragon creamcheese and cucumber."
She offers the other half to the man trying to be nice. Jareth hates to eat when others arent. It makes her feel like a pig. Eating infront of people is not one her of favorite things either.
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Post by Helene DeBoís on May 30, 2005 13:40:25 GMT -5
(Sorry Bassarov. This weekend has been busy...) Yeah, it is. I keep hearing everyone scream words of outrage and saddness. It breaks my heart... Helene sits on the bed and rubs her face with her hands. Who could do such a thing?
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Post by Calithin Crest on May 30, 2005 13:59:29 GMT -5
I get to my office early the next morning and look over some figures before deciding to check my messages. There are a few from our contacts in Congo, and a few from bothersome investors, and then the one from Hope. Now while there few things I enjoy more than arguing with communists, my work is extremely important to me.
I mean on the other hand I do have about a thousand vacation days worked up and things in Congo are going extremely well. Military quarrels have settled down and the politicians we have.... persuaded to join in our endeavors are doing well in the polls considering that elections are coming up. I suppose I just won't call it a vacation then, instead I will think of it as an opportunity to enlighten the distressed and naive and it will therefore benefit us a whole in the end. Yes, very good.
I leave a message telling her that I should arrive in Venezuela early tomorrow morning and then send a memo out informing my coworkers that I will be out of the office for a few days and that they can call me if anything comes up. I pack my bags relatively quickly and go on the first flight out, not because I'm particularly interested in getting there, but because I want to get back as soon as possible. A few hours, 13 bags of peanuts, and two bad sappy movies later I arrive in Caracas giving the address she left me to a suspicious looking cab driver and then making my to the room. I knock on and talk through the door.
"Hello... Labor party person? If this a joke I'll be awfully upset, I think all these Venezuelan people are going to mug me or do other not nice things. I am trapped by many many years of stereotypes here so..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 30, 2005 14:00:29 GMT -5
"I don't know." Bassarov replies. But since they were both socialists of a sort, he has his suspicions. "They both had their enemies. It could have been Venezuelan capitalists who were afraid of the changes. Or it could have been a foreign government which feared for its interests." Bassarov replies after a thoughtful pause.
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