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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 20, 2005 17:08:51 GMT -5
As they drive to the airport, Zivon slowly loses his urge to smoke, and finally stops. He sets the cigarettes in the glove compartment, and will probably forget about them.
"You said you could afford first class tickets, Judy?" I ask as we pull up into the parking lot of the airport, and are given our ticket.
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Post by Jumala Keitoleinen on Jun 20, 2005 17:09:29 GMT -5
"Yes, let's find a grocery store. I could use a refreshing Snapple." Keitoleionen replies and leads the others out the door. They walk across the street to the grocery store and begin their search for items needed for the trip.
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Post by Hailey Murry on Jun 20, 2005 17:10:26 GMT -5
i have all i need and i know we are all a dieing civilization and the only thing we can do is slow down death we can not prevent it from happening,
she counters than moves around the stood grabbing some things and a pepsi and waiting for the others.
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Post by Jumala Keitoleinen on Jun 20, 2005 17:14:20 GMT -5
"I'm glad you have such a mature understanding of the world. Everything is dying. We should relish this change. We should be be gleeful in the suffering that destruction brings, for it is preferable to the boredom of a painless status quo." He buys his Snapple and the lady at the check out counter gives Keitoleinen an odd look.
"So tell me more about yourself, Hallie. How did you come to own your diamond company?"
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Post by Marla Green/Boo Radley on Jun 20, 2005 17:16:30 GMT -5
Marla has been working exclusively from home recently. This is nothing new, but instead of her intense dislike for most people being the reason this time, it is because she has been undergoing physical therapy to learn how to walk with some new prosthetic legs.
Marla waits for Eric to come pick her up. She has a few different disinfectants in her purse already. He promised that he would take her on vacation somewhere.
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Post by Eric "Bug" Johnson on Jun 20, 2005 17:17:49 GMT -5
I remember a few years back when they had the 'we're proud to be number three' commercials. I contemplate about whether or not I should say this aloud, but decide not to. The commercials run in my head, and I can picture people standing in snapple costumes, singing something, but it's all so foggy. I try to remember what that song was, then realize that there's probably no reason I should be thinking about this. I'm reminded of when I was forced into choir in 7th grade.
"Be right back." I tell the other two, and can picture myself typing 'brb' in my head.
I split from the two in the store and go off on my own, picking up a handful of things when I think about Marla and my wife. While in the store, I pull out my cell phone that's wrapped in plastic, and call my wife's cell phone, which she never checks, so I can leave a message on her voice mail that she probably won't get back until I get home.
"Eric, you never call my cell phone. Are you going on another business trip?" She answers, much to my surprise. I am incredibly caught off guard, and end up dropping everything in my hands, including the cell phone.
I quickly bend down, and pick up the cell phone with only my thumb and forefinger and hold it a good foot away from my face.
"Oh uh, honey, hey... Yeah, I have a business trip to go on... I can't talk now, I don't know when I'll be back but I'll see you soon, bye." "Eri-" I hit the off button, and look for something to wipe my phone clean with. Seeing nothing, I leave the pile of groceries on the ground, and pick up new items off of the shelves, then meet Keitoleinen and Hailie back at the cash register.
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Post by Hailey Murry on Jun 20, 2005 17:19:33 GMT -5
well my parents owned a company much like the one of mine and when they bought out many othersto join andmake it bigger, than ona trip to a distant place in europe they both cause a deadly bactiria and died within days there was nothing anyone could do, so when i was 15 i inhearited the biggest diamond company in the world and here i stand.
she payed for 'er product and looked away from the rude staring cashier and went to stand bedside jumala and wait for eric.
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Post by Punch and Judy Libertine on Jun 20, 2005 17:22:45 GMT -5
Punch signs something to Judy.
"Ha ha, Zivon, you forget that Judy and I have been absolutely loaded since mommy and daddy kicked the bucket, and we sold the circus. Anyway, if we're going to travel, let's travel in the section where they give free booze. I hate airplanes," Judy says.
"Awww, Punch. Airplanes are fun!" Judy makes whirring noises with her lips, and runs in a few circles with her arms stretched out, immitating an airplane.
Punch is 'talking' a little more than he was earlier because it takes him a while to get comfortable with people. Ironically, Punch has been smiling this entire time.
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Post by Jumala Keitoleinen on Jun 20, 2005 17:23:00 GMT -5
"A deadly bacteria. How very tragic. You poor doll." Keitoleinen says as heads outside where Eric is waiting.
"We're ready."
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Jun 20, 2005 17:23:31 GMT -5
I'll give Zivon one last call. It has been five days since I arrived and I am getting sick of this. I walk to the phone, but am hit suddenly with fever, chills, and vomiting. It is violent and unexpected.
I put down the phone and sit down on my bed. "What's wrong with me?" I run to the bathroom to throw up. I notice that I have a rash on my chest, and when I pull up my shirt, I see that it is on my back and stomach.
I call an ambulance. I am not well. This isn't right. I have never been this sick in my life.
I leave a quick message on Zivon's phone that I am sick and not to visit. I vomit some more before the ambulance arrives.
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Post by Hailey Murry on Jun 20, 2005 17:25:25 GMT -5
thankx but i don't need simpathy
she smiles knowing 'e was only being nice than turns to walk out holding the door for jumala than walking out to were eric is and handing 'im a wipe to wipe 'is phone with than waiting to go sort of getting bored with this.
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Post by Eric "Bug" Johnson on Jun 20, 2005 17:26:55 GMT -5
"Ah, yeah, s-sorry... Someone ah, dropped a bunch of stuff, and I was um, I was just, helping them..." I say, and carefully place my items out for the clerk to scan. I pay for it on my card, then carry my stuff in a bag.
"We have to pick someone up." I say, quickly following the others out of the store.
"I'll drive. And don't touch anything." I tell the others. I hate the notion of not being in control, and of others touching my stuff.
"Sorry I know I told you Hailie... But, ah... Not you..." I say, pointing to Keitoleinen, as though that would make it so I wouldn't have to pronounce his name.
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Jun 20, 2005 17:29:21 GMT -5
I am taken to the emergency room and various tests are run. The doctors seem nervous and mention something about Marburg Virus. They at first thought it was typhoid or malaria, but ruled those out.
I am asked questions like if I have traveled to Africa or handled monkeys. My condition worsens and I become worried when my doctors start wearing something that looks like space suits.
"I was on the plane...sitting next to some Arab guy. I haven't seen anyone since." I manage to say. I close my eyes and rest.
It was him. I was given some crazy bug by that terrorist I was sitting by on the plane. It all makes sense now.
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Post by Marla Green/Boo Radley on Jun 20, 2005 17:29:37 GMT -5
Marla walks outside with her laptop and bags. Walking feels odd after spending so long in a wheel chair. She can live almost entirely alone now, which she is quite pleased with. Her assistant still comes in every once in a while to make sure that she hasn't drowned in the bathtub.
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Post by Katrina Bassarov on Jun 20, 2005 17:29:53 GMT -5
You know... I wouldn't put it past the capitalist to do something like this. Especially if they magically started giving out the medicine to make everyone better, to win support. We should really check into this, you know. Katrina reachs over to stroke Lysander's forehead in a comforting way. Why can't she get over you anyways?
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