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Post by Bonifaz Rommel-Artz on Jun 21, 2005 2:44:23 GMT -5
Bonifaze laughs nervously and decides a topic change is an order. "And what of Eva? I really think you need a vacation from her. If it would help you, I could entertain her for a while. Take her to the home my father left me. Being away from the stress of politics and the capital might be good for her mental health." He replies. Eva's mental issues are well known in the party due to her numerous outbursts and recent visit to a mental institute.
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Post by Varick Rommel on Jun 21, 2005 2:53:32 GMT -5
Frederick always feels uncomfortable when the issue of Eva is brought up, and doesn't like to talk about it. This probably wasn't a good alternative to talking about Freida.
"I'm sure there are a lot of things that would do her good to have done. Frankly, I don't care if you are my son, I don't trust you." He says, sternly.
"Though if you wish to look after Eva, you may do so in Berlin." This way, Frederick will be able to have them under surveillance by his own secret police.
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Post by Bonifaz Rommel-Artz on Jun 21, 2005 2:57:27 GMT -5
Bonifaz smirks and fixes his eyes downward on the documents on Rommel's desk. "Yes, sir." He replies. "Well, you look busy. As long as I am going to entertain Eva, could Freida come along? The two girls would make good friends to one another and both need to get out more. And I am sure you can trust me when Eva is present. She will be my chaperone. You seem to...trust her." He suggests.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 21, 2005 3:01:12 GMT -5
We arrive in Moscow after a couple hour flight. I am quiet most of the time for fear that I will offend or put off my companions.
"Wow, so this is really Russia. This is so great. Everything is so big." I say of the big gray buildings.
"These buildings are like giant cement monsters!" I observe. I look upward with my mouth open and accidently bump into a street sign.
"Zivon, will you speak Russian for me? What does that sign say! Or what's on the shop? I can't read these letters."
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Post by Varick Rommel on Jun 21, 2005 3:04:38 GMT -5
Frederick crosses his arms. If they are all together, I'm sure I could trust him not to do anything.
"Very well. You would be wise not to betray my trust." Frederick adds, ominously.
"Send in the others when you leave. I should probably deal with them..."
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Post by Bonifaz Rommel-Artz on Jun 21, 2005 3:06:15 GMT -5
"Yes father, you can trust me." Bonifaz replies, then gets up from his seat and heads out of his office. He sends the Palestinian delegation in after he leaves.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 21, 2005 3:10:14 GMT -5
Zivon lets out an audible laugh when he sees Helvi nail the sign.
"That sign says 'watch your head, Helvi'." I reply, smirking.
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Post by Ilmari Hoito on Jun 21, 2005 3:11:45 GMT -5
Ilmari closes up his mother's floral shop and heads home for the day. He walks quickly across town to their home, making eye contact with noone that he meets. He is the type of person who is easily forgotten. None pay any attention to him and he returns home without incident.
Once home he makes his mother dinner. She is sick on the couch, but sleeping peacefully. He isn't sure what is wrong with her, nor do the doctors know. They think that her illness maybe in her head, though she is known to suffer from diabetes.
He wakes her up for dinner and tests her blood sugar. It is a little high so he gives her some insulin. She asks about the shop, about business, and about why all of the relatives have forgotten about her.
"No, no, they haven't forgotten about you. They like you, they are just busy." He says on behalf of the relatives and friends who have stopped seeing her.
"Your sister has been ill too. She doesn't leave the house anymore. We could invite her to stay with us. Maybe I can ask cousin Sakari about that." He says to his mother. She seems to like the idea that her sister might stay with them,
"Then I will call him later and ask."
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 21, 2005 3:13:54 GMT -5
I giggle and rub my head.
"That hurt a little." I say, but get distracted by the strange small cars that look like they are from 1960. They come in all kinds of greens and browns. Shades of green and brown that I didn't know existed.
"Where is your place here Zivon? Is it very far?"
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Post by Ilmari Hoito on Jun 21, 2005 3:20:57 GMT -5
"There, I know how you like those pot pies. Well I have a turkey pot pie and a veggie one for me." He says. They eat frozen food a lot since he doesn't like to cook and because his mother and work demands so much of him.
He sits down with his mother and they turn on the news. She is very worried about the Marburg virus and fears that she might have it once the symptoms are named.
"No, that's a very rare disease and you haven't gone out. But if you start becoming violently ill I will take you in, okay."
Sometimes his mother calls the ambulance, even when she is not sick. This makes for very large medical bills.
"Anyway, you just saw the doctor yesterday and you were fine, but the big D."
His mom calls diabetes, the Big D, since she likes to personify it as some menacing bully in her life which rules her and makes life difficult if not impossible.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 21, 2005 3:23:43 GMT -5
"Actually, ah..." Zivon says, rubbing his head. "Hold on a second."
I pull out my cell phone, and dial up my ex girlfriend's number.
"Hey sweet cheeks, what's up?" Zivon says in Russian so Helvi can't understand. Lots of yelling can be heard on the other end of the phone.
"Hey, it's good to hear from you too. Listen, I need a pla-" "Zivon, you fucking asshole, what the fuck do you think you're doing calling me up out of the blue like this? You need a place to stay? Yeah fucking wonderful, how about APOLOGIZING FIRST YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHI--!" The last part is so loud that the ear piece cracks when she says it. "Can we not talk about this right now? How about we go out for coffee and I can discuss this with you. How about in an hour we meet at our favorite coffeehouse?" I ask.
Silence.
"Katya?" "Alright, but you better bring an apology, you asshole." "Yeah sure, I'll see you there." I hang up.
"Yeah it sounds like we can go stay with my ex girlfriend. We just have to meet her at this coffee house." Zivon tells Helvi. He wants to bring her, Punch, and Judy along so she'll feel guilty and offer a place for them to stay.
"You know, so I can get the key."
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 21, 2005 3:26:45 GMT -5
"Oh. Okay." I say nodding my head. Sometimes I feel like a stupid cow being lead out to the pasture to nibble on buttercups one last time before they butcher me. I feel that way a lot around around Zivon. A buttercup eating doomed cow.
"Well, this will be fun. I get to meet another friend of yours. Your friends are a lot more interesting than mine." I say cheerfully.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 21, 2005 3:34:01 GMT -5
"Yeah they're just always on edge, you know how it is." Zivon says, nodding his head, assuring her somehow.
"Your friends must be interesting. You're a socialist, right? That by default, must give you some interesting friends."
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 21, 2005 3:39:17 GMT -5
"Well we are not much different than anarcho syndicalists but for the fact we believe that a revolutionary party is needed in work places and will be voted into power after the revolution. We don't have the largest following in my area, so most of my friends are not socialists." I say to him.
"My party refuses to be a part of any reform movements or work with other socialist parties. We mainly try to build a presense on work places...or socialist industrial unions, which replaces the vanguard party in our ideology."
"My friends are mostly maids or my father's friend's daughters." I say, feeling kind of shy that my social circle isn't as interesting as his.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 21, 2005 3:48:31 GMT -5
Zivon blinks a few times, not really getting a lot of what she said.
"Ah..." I say with a nod.
"Well that's interesting in and of itself." Zivon says finally.
"What's your father like?"
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