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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Jun 19, 2005 19:27:01 GMT -5
"It might be a good idea for you to call your parents, Selja. Ya know, just in case."
Cambridge crosses hir arms and continues to watch the news.
"The IRA's been bombing stuff again. Their last bombing was pretty close to our own HQ."
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Jun 19, 2005 19:27:05 GMT -5
I wake up feeling a little woozy, which in and of itself is an odd thing for me. I shrug it off, before I stretch and then walk into the bathroom to change into a fresh outfit that is otherwise identical to the one I slept in. When I'm finished I walk back into the cabin, and see that Peter already left, and that the other two that I invited are already here and I just forgot about them earlier... I really need to pay more attention.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 19:28:07 GMT -5
"Bye, Garret!"
Im not gonna call him brandon, I couldnt do that.
"So, Katrina, if I wasn't so sick, you know what i'd say?"
I chuckle, and then groan in pain.
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Post by dariya on Jun 19, 2005 19:29:01 GMT -5
I go back to my room in Moscow. My parents are gone again, not that they would notice me anyway.
"I hate this life. I hate everything." I think about Zivon and what an asshole he is. I hope he is in prison right now.
I almost want to help out the police and anti terrorist groupsn now, just to be a bitch. Maybe I will.
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Post by Tom McLeod on Jun 19, 2005 19:30:09 GMT -5
"That's a comforting thought..." I say sarcastically. "They're supposed to be socialists too, and a lot of them are also Christians, yet they resort to terrorisim..." I sigh, and then open the refridgerator. "Eggs and bacon sound good?"
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Post by mihoko on Jun 19, 2005 19:30:22 GMT -5
I heard his stomach making noises a bit and I started to blush a bit.
"Before we started heading to your friend's home, why don't we go to get something to eat? And don't worry, I will pay for it and you don't own me anything."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Jun 19, 2005 19:33:23 GMT -5
"Yeah." I say to Cambridge, and get out my cell phone. I dial my parents' number, something I have been avoiding in recent weeks, and wait for the answer... Finally my mother picks up, and we talk for less than a minute in Finnish before my eyes go wide with shock, and I start crying uncontrollably.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Jun 19, 2005 19:33:33 GMT -5
"They aren't socialist like us, I guess they kind of mutate in that direction off and on and their founders were socialists, but, I can still support their cause and all. Ireland should be united." Cambridge replies to Tom. "But terrorism is the wrong way to go about doing things, that's for sure."
"I'm not hungry, but Sakari and Selja might want some."
"So, bad news, huh."
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Jun 19, 2005 19:34:14 GMT -5
Peter stands in the cargo hold, his Browning in hand. He twirls it, hulsters it, draws it, twirls it, hulsters it, repeating the movement over and over. His draw was getting slow, those circus guys had gotten the jump on him too quick, he should've been faster.
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Post by Katrina Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 19:35:29 GMT -5
Katrina waves at Brandon then turns her head to look at Lysander. The same thing I would say. She stops coughing long enough to smile then grimace at the pain she has.
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Post by damek on Jun 19, 2005 19:37:09 GMT -5
They walk across the street to a cafe with outdoor seating. Damek orders a croissant sandwhich. He eats it hastily with a coke, as if he hasn't eaten in day.
"Thanks. I really appreciate it and all. You're pretty nice doing all this for me. I hope it's not a problem. Once I get some money I can pay you back for all your troubles." He says with his mouth full.
He doesn't have much for manners.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 19:38:28 GMT -5
I smile.
"Great minds think alike. Im gonna call your borther, ok?"
I reach for the phone and dial Bass's number
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Post by mihoko on Jun 19, 2005 19:42:22 GMT -5
"Please don't thank me and it's not a problem. I always been to polite to people but in return not many people aren't being polite towards me. You don't need to pay me back."
I ordered a croissant and english tea and began eating and drinking my tea.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Jun 19, 2005 19:42:23 GMT -5
I collapse into the couch, still crying, barely managing to nod when Cambridge talks to me. "They found her... yesterday... She's..." I start crying again, feeling completely shocked and empty now that I know my sister is gone and I'll never see her again...
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Post by Tom McLeod on Jun 19, 2005 19:42:34 GMT -5
"Yeah, you're right about that..." I say to Cambridge, right before Selja starts crying. My heart sinks, and I feel for her... I stop making breakfast for the moment and walk back into the room with them.
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