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Post by Liron Schoenberg on Jun 19, 2005 19:06:49 GMT -5
"I kind of regret breaking up with Linnea. She was smart, kind, pretty. She was one of a kind. But, I have this feeling we will be together someday, just not now. I would rather wait. It will mean more then." Brandon explains a little vaguely.
"Who is Katrina?"
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 19:08:33 GMT -5
I chuckle.
"Bass's sis. And, she's pretty hot too."
I chuckle.
"You out there, Katrina?"
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Post by Katrina Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 19:11:05 GMT -5
Yeah. I'm out here. Katrina comes into view then disappears out of view again.
(I have no idea where I am...)
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Post by Salome Weil on Jun 19, 2005 19:11:15 GMT -5
As the train rolls along, I think about France and our future.
I daydream about that better world, the vision that keeps me doing what I do.
The train ride will be a couple of hours, so I have time to reflect. I think about my friends and about Paris. I hope, I hope, that this factory take over results in something more.
But it all remains to be seen.
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Post by Liron Schoenberg on Jun 19, 2005 19:12:58 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you Katrina. I am Brandon Floyd, a nihilist." It sounds strange introducing himself this way, but on the other hand, it also feels right. Maybe this is what he is supposed to be right now.
"I am a friend of Lysander's."
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 19:14:02 GMT -5
((outside my hotel room... give you any ideas? *winkity wink* lol...))
"Katrina... Im feelin a bit sick... You can come in if you want, but I think you should just go back to yoru borther's room. Tell him to come in here, that I need to talk to him."
I have no idea that he is sick, so I think its very logical.
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Jun 19, 2005 19:15:25 GMT -5
Peter opens his eyes and sits up. He's awake. He stands quickly and replaces his gun belts, then his coat. The others are still asleep, so he quickly leaves the bunk rooms and heads for the cargo hold.
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Post by Katrina Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 19:16:58 GMT -5
Katrina comes back into view and wipes her arm across her mouth. Um... nice to met you. I am Katrina, the socialist. And I am very sick. Watch your step outside. Its not pretty. Katrina lays across Lysander on the bed and moans. I don't know why I am sick. All I've had today is water and an apple. (I have a few *wink*)
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Jun 19, 2005 19:17:25 GMT -5
I've did what I could to thwart the socialists and the workers who are agitating. Now, I sit in my room eating white chocolate raspberry cheesecake as I celebrate the raise of power of the capitalists in this country.
With the flu spreading, the opposition should be weakened enough where the capitalists can take power without incident.
"I should invite Lysander over for some cheesecake. He might just like that...if he wasn't busy puking up his guts..." I say with a devious chuckle.
I take another bite of my delectable desert.
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Post by Liron Schoenberg on Jun 19, 2005 19:19:14 GMT -5
"I've had the flu before. You just have to rest and let it run its course." Brandon replies to Katrina.
"Maybe it would be easier just to call his room." He hands Lysander the phone.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 19:20:41 GMT -5
"Yah, I know... My stomach..."
I grab my stomach.
"Katrina... how nice of you to leave the maids a gift."
I smile, I find it overly funny.
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Post by Tom McLeod on Jun 19, 2005 19:21:27 GMT -5
I come right out when Cambridge wakes me up, and listen intently to the story. When it's done I say "Well I don't blame them one bit for being pissed. I don't think we'd be too happy if someone started dropping bombs on our country..." I walk into the kitchen to start breakfast.
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Post by Katrina Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 19:21:33 GMT -5
Isn't unusual that everyone in this hotel has the flu? Katrina starts to dry heave and cough. I....h-ate....being...sick!
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Jun 19, 2005 19:24:18 GMT -5
I stare at the screen in shocked silence. I have no way of knowing if the commune that got bombed was the one my sister was staying at or not, but for some reason I'm terrified that it is, and I begin to chew on my fingernails...
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Post by Liron Schoenberg on Jun 19, 2005 19:25:10 GMT -5
"It isn't that strange how those bugs spread. Entire cruise ships get sick like this. I guess we just were unlucky." Brandon replies. He is feeling worn out and decides that he will leave Lysander and Katrina alone and return to his own room.
"I'm going to go back to my room. I just want to sleep this off or something. I hope you two feel better." He gets off the bed and wanders out the door back to his room to get a nap.
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