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Post by stacy on Jul 8, 2005 14:26:10 GMT -5
"Rouseau...That is a last name that fits it. And from now on...That is my last name..."
*Stacy smiles a bit and rested.*
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Post by shizue on Jul 8, 2005 14:28:36 GMT -5
I smiled at her and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. Then I went to the crib which our new baby is. I thought she was so beautiful.
"Can I hold her?"
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Post by stacy on Jul 8, 2005 14:29:39 GMT -5
Doctor:"Of course you can."
*The doctor gave the baby to Shizue. Stacy smiled and looked at her.*
"So cute..."
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Post by shizue on Jul 8, 2005 14:39:19 GMT -5
"She has your mouth and eyes Stace and she is so cute and innocent......"
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Post by stacy on Jul 8, 2005 14:41:05 GMT -5
"Awwwwww..."
*Stacy started to feel her eyelids get heavy.*
Nurse:"Born in the 16th delivery room at 11:58 pm. Just before midnight. Your lucky you little couple. She was born July 7th."
*Stacy smiled and motioned for Shizue to come next to her.*
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Post by shizue on Jul 8, 2005 15:01:41 GMT -5
I walk over to Stace, with Aingeal in my arms and sat next to her.
"She is very cute, Stace......she looks a lot like you."
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Post by Dead Character on Jul 8, 2005 16:17:57 GMT -5
Antero is released from the hospital after a couple of days. He takes the train back to Paris, and is greeted by large protests. He wonders what it is all about. He lumbers tiredly off the train and makes his way home. As soon as he arrives back he gives Nea a hug, then goes to his room to rest.
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Post by Liron Schoenberg on Jul 8, 2005 16:24:36 GMT -5
Brandon spends a few days alone in his room, not bothering to leave or to do anything. He passes the hours, laying on his back looking at the ceiling and churning thoughts through his mind over and over. He can see his life and identity pass away slowly, settling into empty darkness, or as a rind being peeled away to reveal a very rotten fruit.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 8, 2005 16:32:37 GMT -5
The train journey lasts a couple of hours. Bassarov actually hates taking trains or at least Russian ones. He hates being sardined on an unairconditioned train, which rides uneasily over bumpy tracks. And when he does become a little nauseous, he uses the closet sized restroom and vomits into a toilet which pours its contents onto open track. He wipes his mouth, and washes his face, which is sweaty from the heat on the train. He has a headache from theincessant clunking noise of the train combined with the music of a scratchy record of Russian classical music which is playing over the train's loudspeakers.
When the train finally arrives at the station, Bassarov eagerly gets off and embraces the cool, fresh air.
He waits for Lysander, Katrina, Helene, and Sonny near some benches.
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Post by stacy on Jul 8, 2005 18:02:42 GMT -5
"Really? I bet she'll have a smile like yours..."
*Stacy smiled and motioned her hands forward to hold the new born.*
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jul 8, 2005 18:30:43 GMT -5
I step off the train and walk over to Bassarov, Katrina in tow.
"So, here we are! By the way... where is here?"
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Hiisi Tähti
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Finnish Capitalist
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Post by Hiisi Tähti on Jul 8, 2005 18:34:35 GMT -5
I walk ot the door, and greet the new girl who walked in the door, who also likes the dumb dog. Women...
"Hello, Im Hiisi. A pleasure. You are?"
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Post by sonjasorokin on Jul 8, 2005 19:02:53 GMT -5
'Lovely music...' Sonny muttered to herself sarcastically as she stepped away from the train, her eyes seeking out the others. She overhears Lysander asking exactly where they were as she approachs a bench that a sick looking Bassarov was occupying. 'Good question,' she agreed, looking Bassarov up and down as she concluded; 'I'm making more mushroom tea later.'
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jul 8, 2005 19:09:55 GMT -5
I cock my head.
"What is this Mushroom tea? I heard Valodya mention it before..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 8, 2005 19:18:20 GMT -5
Bassarov waits by the benches, watching for the others to get off the train. He spots them get off, and threads through the crowd over to Lysander and the others.
"We will have to take the trolley bus across the city to where my parents live." He explains to them as he joins the group. This city is of about 200,000 people and somewhat hilly. Unlike Moscow, which was surrounded by more flat landscape with fewer trees and shrubs, Petrozavodsk is enveloped by pine forest.
"So, this is where I have lived most of my life."
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