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Post by Tom McLeod on Jul 5, 2005 19:24:49 GMT -5
"Okay, sleep well." I say to hir. I get out a second set of papers and begin working on a new article, this one about the summit...
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Jul 5, 2005 19:25:51 GMT -5
I growl angrily after I hear about the truth about the attack in New York over the secure line. Arrogent assholes, we still have our deterrance patrols up! You're all lucky we didn't just vaporize the entire Eastern hemisphere! I think to myself as I walk back into the fore-cabin and explain to the others what just happened, after asking anyone not in the outfit to leave.
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Post by Akka Ukkonen on Jul 5, 2005 19:31:25 GMT -5
Akka carves into the lemon-peppered chicken with ease and sets pieces of it on plates. Not that she doesn't enjoy cooking but this is all getting a little boring. She would like to work. Instead, she sits in the house, cleaning, cooking and planting flowers to occupy time. Niilo? Remember me asking you if you needed help around the office?
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Post by Helene DeBoís on Jul 5, 2005 19:36:03 GMT -5
Helene shrugs and starts stacking her books in suitcases. Since she only has three, she hopes they will fit in the one with all her things from other countries. I don't mind. The more the merrier. Did you sleep with her too? She says this lightly but she is serious. She has come to learn, with Bassarov, you never can tell.
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jul 5, 2005 19:44:11 GMT -5
Natasha brushes her teeth after purging. She is a bit nervous, since she hopes no one heard her. She ate till she near bursted at breakfast. She felt fat and unattractive next to Helvi. Hopefully no one notices her. But that wasn't the only reasons she purged. Natasha was nervous about in inevitable. Sooner or later, Zivon was going to ask questions. Questions only she could answer.
She stares into the mirror then shakes her head. She can't fight the inevitable, so why try? She leaves the bathroom and peeks into the kitchen. Zivon?
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Post by Sade "Selene" Sabastian on Jul 5, 2005 19:47:00 GMT -5
Whats going on, Rei?
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Post by sonjasorokin on Jul 5, 2005 20:00:28 GMT -5
Sonny wrapped her fingers protectively around the newly folded money in her pocket as she stepped into her room, tossing her jacket and shirt onto a nearby chair. She didn't feel right getting money this way, but in the end, he had offered. He wanted her gone before his wife got home.
Sonny didn't cry this time. There was nothing to cry over, just words, she reassured herself. He had looked at her as if she were a lost child, with pity instead of the envy or the lust she had wanted. Instead he informed her that he had never loved her, had handed her money with icy disinterest. Sonny had played it cool, gracefully sweeping on of his wife's precious vases off a table on her way out, promising to be back. 'We'll see what the police think of those letters you wrote me,' she had said, expressionless.
She flattened the bills and slipped them inbetween the pages of her brother's book, kicking off her shoes with a glance at her door. She knew she had overstepped the mark with Bassarov, using his nickname, making suggestive comments when she barely knew him. Sonny knew there had to be more on his mind at a time like this, but all the same, she wondered if he had thought about her.
Sonny shook off the thoughts, rolling onto her side and closing her eyes. She vowed never to drink again shortly before vowing never to vow not to drink again.
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Post by Nea Jokinen on Jul 5, 2005 20:13:20 GMT -5
Nea looked up at Antero. "Protest.....ah i dunno. Maybe I'll stay here. You two can go."
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Post by shinobu on Jul 5, 2005 20:14:49 GMT -5
I stayed in my apartment in Osaka and try to work on my manga called Angel Dream Slayer but that isn't one of the reasons why I'm staying in. It is because the bombings in Tokyo and here in Osaka. I am really worry about how many people would be really hurt or get killed. I just wish the people who started this bombings here in Japan or other parts in other countries are dead and go to hell.
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Post by spartan on Jul 5, 2005 20:31:05 GMT -5
*Pistol looking even more friendly to Dante. He smiled and alnmost pulled the trigger. On his knees. Almost going to kill himself right there. Unless someone came in at the last second and proved to him that he actually was wanted.*
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Post by shinobu on Jul 5, 2005 20:44:14 GMT -5
I spent an hour on my manga when I started thinking about my Nao, who lives in Tokyo. I'm kinda scared that she might be hurt from the bombinb and quickly decided ro call her.
I pick up my cell and dial her number, but I was off by a number in the area code and its started ringing.
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Post by spartan on Jul 5, 2005 20:47:00 GMT -5
Dante heard his phone ringing. He was puzzled at who it could be. He loosened his grip on the trigger and answered his phone. Though not knowing who it was.
You got me at a bad time. I'm about to commit suicide.
Those were his words as he waited for her response. Though, she might find the voice familiar from a movie he did on a war.
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Post by shinobu on Jul 5, 2005 20:52:16 GMT -5
My eyes wided a bit as he says the word suicide but regonized the voice from the movie.
"Are you Dante sama aren't you? But why are you commiting suicide? And is Freya with you?"
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Post by spartan on Jul 5, 2005 20:56:02 GMT -5
I lost her a long time ago. And yes I am Dante Sarduke. Johnathan Landers from battle on foreign lands. That Vietnam war movie.
Little bit of a pissed look in his eye as he thought about her. What she was probably going to d o like every other girl. Scream to her friends and everything.
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Post by shinobu on Jul 5, 2005 20:58:12 GMT -5
"I am sorry about Freya but why you wanna killed yourself anyway? I already lost friends to suicide. Please don't.........."
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