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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Jun 27, 2005 12:33:28 GMT -5
"It's either a permanent revolution, or a permanent slaughter." - Leon Trotsky.
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Anya Leonov
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Post by Anya Leonov on Jun 28, 2005 20:54:44 GMT -5
Anya reached over and grabbed her phone from the hook. "Hello?"
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Post by Ilmari Hoito on Jun 28, 2005 20:55:37 GMT -5
They spend about two hours at the gardens before returning to the hotel they are staying. Ilmari doesn't say much on the way back or once they arrive.
"I prefer to be alone. But that is just me. I am not used to being with many people. I am a mystery to most people. I have no close friends. Only my mother and cousin Sakari."
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 28, 2005 20:59:54 GMT -5
I relax once she lays on me, and I settle into the moment. I let my hand caress her back as I continue to kiss her. Shes better than Aleks at Kissing.
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Post by Ilya Bassarov on Jun 28, 2005 21:03:39 GMT -5
"Good morning Anya, it's me. I was wondering if you wanted to get together for lunch or dinner." I say.
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Post by sonjasorokin on Jun 28, 2005 21:05:58 GMT -5
Sonny was shaking her hair out in front of the bathroom mirror when she heard doors opening and closing, the depart of Lysander and Katrina. This was going to take some getting used to, no longer the conservative one length style her mother had imposed upon her since birth, now a punkish mess instead. She loved it.
She wished she had said more to the others, perhaps even joined in a conversation or too, but again she had resorted to chewing her nails and taking everything in instead. Bassarov had made an impression on her. There was a lot to learn.
For a moment she listened to a phone conversation through the wall, one she knew she should not be listening to, before another door was opened and shut. For once in her life Sonny decided to do something.
'Bassarov, wait,' she said after following him for a while, letting him finish another phone call before interrupting.
'Send me,' she says breathlessly without explaination. He looked shocked to see her, but she ignored it, muttering an apology for listening in on his conversation before saying; 'These people are your friends, I'm nothing to you--send me to help your friend Jose.'
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Anya Leonov
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Post by Anya Leonov on Jun 28, 2005 21:07:08 GMT -5
"Hey you." she smiled and cooed into the phone. "Good morning. Sure I'll do either. I'm not doing much today."
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Post by longsen on Jun 28, 2005 21:08:07 GMT -5
AFter ab hour or two, my plane had landed in London. I got off the plane, went through the security, grab my stuff and left the airtport. I didn't took a taxi, instean, I began walking to the nearest hotel. After a while, I found a hotel and check in. I enter in my hotel room placed my stuff in the closet. I went onto my bed and soon enough, I dozed off.
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jun 28, 2005 21:09:06 GMT -5
Natasha finishes her oatmeal and pushes the bowl away. I'd love to dance for you but I need an new pair of slippers. I've outgrown my old pair. She shifts uncomfortably. I want to go back to school, after I get a better job.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 28, 2005 21:10:36 GMT -5
Bassarov had already started off on his walk when she caught up to him. "Sonja, I am sorry, but I already called for someone to go. Soledad will be going to Congo to help Jose." He says. He actually wants to keep her around a while longer since it's been interesting talking to her.
"I suppose if you wanted to you could go as well, but I think it would be more than a little dangerous." He warns. Since the hotel is located by the Kremlin, they are walking across Red Square, which is packed today. He thinks about it a moment.
"I would feel a little guilty sending you there, since you are new to this and all. Maybe...I don't know, wait a few more days to learn some more, then I will call Jose and see if he needs more help."
"I do have time to teach you a few things if you are interested."
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Jun 28, 2005 21:14:33 GMT -5
"I know how that is. You, ...wouldn't want to know some of the things I have done." He says in regards to his involvement with Das Ende. He thinks about Victoria and what he did to her. He feels washed over by guilt.
"I would like to go to college too. I don't know what for. I, I don't know. Maybe to be a teacher. I could teach history or geography or something or that sort." He says and looks down.
"It sucks when you don't have much money."
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jun 28, 2005 21:17:52 GMT -5
Yes, it does but... God only wants me to struggle so I come out better in the end. She runs her hand through her hair and streches. If you've done some bad things in your life, it doesn't make you horrible. I suppose its what you do afterwards that determines what kind of person you are.
What did you do?
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Post by sonjasorokin on Jun 28, 2005 21:19:41 GMT -5
Sonny looked at her feet. He was right. 'I'm sorry, that was rash of me,' she confessed. 'But the things you said, they just--I don't know,' she was lost for words for a moment.
'Were you like this when you first met others with the same views? I mean, I don't know how to explain it, its like this fire, you just want to do something--' Sonny stopped herself before she started sounding like a soap opera.
'I'll stay then,' she said with finality. 'I want to know more, you're the best way I can learn.'
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Jun 28, 2005 21:20:33 GMT -5
"It's really..nothing. So don't worry about it." He says. "That's all behind me anyway. I've just had some bad friends in my life. That's what it is." He replies, deciding that talking openly about involvement with terrorist groups usually isn't the best way to impress people. "I've had a lot of bad friends." He says, now thinking about Zivon. He looks at Natasha and shakes those thoughts away. "So, what's your family like?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 28, 2005 21:27:10 GMT -5
Bassarov feels somewhat flattered and self conscious that she thinks that he is so passionate and knowledgeable. "Well...I don't know how to answer that. I have always been passionate about politics. It comes from a love for humanity, a desire to see a better world, and a hatred for the injustices in the present one." He replies.
"I guess it's what I live for. Socialism is my raison d'etre."
"I know this probably doesn't concern you, and sorry for being rude or making any assumptions, but I kind of have a bad habit of meeting many women and men and becoming...well, involved with them. I am sort of involved romanticly with, well, a fellow socialist named Sakari, a teacher named Helene, and a counter terrorism soldier named Rei."
"I have this way of becoming attracted to people and sort of getting myself into all kinds of complex emotional entanglements, so I thought it might be wise to warn you of that..."
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