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Post by Tara Nacht on Jul 11, 2005 0:04:07 GMT -5
[one last post before sleep.]
*Tara smiled and swam up to Angelo. She smiled and hugged her.*
"Do you know if same-sex marriage is legal here?"
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Post by Fraulein Angelo on Jul 11, 2005 0:07:48 GMT -5
((good night and sweet dreams))
"I don't know excatly Tara. I dont know much about Japan and its laws and politics. I'm sorry."
I hug her real close to me and gave her a kiss.
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Post by tounela on Jul 11, 2005 0:16:33 GMT -5
After work, I go home and write a letter to Toivo. I also send him a few thousand euros. I can spare it, since my salary as an MP is over 5000 euros a month. I know he doesn't make much money and probably needs a little something extra for getting by. I do worry about him.
I don't say anything too personal in the letter, just that I am busy with work and the sorts of things we are discussing in the parliament.
I put the letter in the mail and spend the afternoon doing laundry. Today is the day of the week that I wash my curtains.
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 0:27:42 GMT -5
Natasha finishes up her small breakfast, waves at Salome and heads up to see Zivon. She gets to the door and knocks on it before she loses her nerve. Zivon? Are you awake?
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Post by Lan Zheng-Lafleur on Jul 11, 2005 0:28:20 GMT -5
It is hard to put things back together after such horrible events. I continue to have meetings, but instead of meeting in New York, where our HQ sustained heavy damage, I have moved for the time being to our office in Geneva.
The president of the general assembly along with many other staff memembers where killed in the New York bombing, thus my week is filled with funerals and adjustment to our new temporary office.
Everything is in chaos for the time being, but day by day, we get a little more in control of the situation and more organized. I must cancel my BBC lecture series in light of more important matters, but overall, I remain strangely hopeful. Maybe so many terrible things have happened that I am overwhelmed senseless.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 0:40:35 GMT -5
Zivon has been lurking in his room all day, still feeling a little strange about everything. He's not quite sure what to make of everything, then hears a knock at the door and goes to answer it.
"Oh, hey Natasha." I say, opening the door.
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 0:45:26 GMT -5
Natasha smiles nervously and steps into the room. Hi, Zivon. How are you?
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 0:47:23 GMT -5
Zivon steps away from the door to give his sister more space.
"I'm fine, what about you?" I ask, trying not to show too much emotion. "I ah, I just wanted to say that I'm really glad for you and Heikki." I toss in before she can respond.
Zivon walks further into his room, and sits on the bed.
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Post by mary on Jul 11, 2005 0:47:28 GMT -5
Another day is spent on trial, and I testify that our group was supported by the government. We were receiving donations from conservatives within the government and we collaborated with the FBI to bring another terrorist group, the SLA to justice. This causes a lot of shock in the courtroom, but my lawyer is able to produce the documents that indeed we had received funds. Although much of the evidence was destroyed at the compound, some financial records remain. Things start looking up for me after this. I return to my cell and feel hopeful.
LATER:
My parents are called and informed that at I committed suicide by jumping off of my bunk and that a guard witnessed me do this, but could not stop me.
The Texas DOC Commissioner releases to the press that I indeed committed suicide and reaffirms the guards account of me jumping off my bunk to hang myself and that my windpipe was crushed.
When an autopsy is done, I am quickly cremated without my parent's permission, but according to the autopsy, there was no damage to my windpipe.
I did not commit suicide but the circumstances of my death remain a mystery and officially, I did commit suicide.
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 0:50:02 GMT -5
Natasha shuts the door and sits in a chair across from Zivon. Thank you. I'm happy for you... and Helvi as well. And I'm fine. An awkward silence settles and Natasha shifts about in the chair before speaking again. We've avoided each other long enough.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 0:52:58 GMT -5
"Yeah you're right. Things are really weird for me right now Natasha, I've spent such a good portion of my life not even considering my past, then all of a sudden, here it is, in full force. It's a good thing I don't believe in karma." Zivon says with a half smirk.
"Tell me about mom." I say, in a somewhat softer tone of voice, as though I didn't want anyone to overhear what I had just requested.
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 0:59:15 GMT -5
Mom is shorter than both of us. You have her eyes and her nose. I have everything else. She was as good as a mother can be when she has lost one child. Mama always tried to shield me while Daddy wanted me to experience things. She used to tell me about you whenever I complained about being an only child. She reminded me that I have an older brother. Natasha pauses then continues. She wasn't allowed to contact you or even look for you. I've seen her copy of the adoption papers. If she did, she would've been fined or arrested. But she always wanted to look for you. She regrets, till this day, that she had to give you up.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 11, 2005 1:07:12 GMT -5
Bassarov returns to his mothers home just in time for dinner. He has had an ardous day with tests, but, at least he has only one day left and he believes he is doing well. He is excited to be done, and very glad that he decided to return to his home city. After he eats dinner, he helps with the dishes, then addresses all who are present. "I am going to take a walk to Lake Onega, if anyone wants to join me, you may." And with that he heads out the door.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 1:07:33 GMT -5
Zivon can't help but laugh. He doesn't really know how he feels about all this, and his only natural reaction is to laugh. He doesn't laugh for long, and afterwards, he shakes and lowers his head. He rubs his eyes when he feels them begin to water, then runs his hand through his hair to cover up what he's feeling.
"Well that's... That's a little different than what I imagine happened... Why wasn't she..?" I ask, cracking up a little at the end, then clear my throat.
"I guess I just don't understand... Why couldn't she contact me..?"
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 1:13:46 GMT -5
Natasha sees Zivon is probably going to cry and thinks she will if he does. She does her best to hold it in but she can't help looking utterly miserable. Her voice is low but surprisingly strong. When a child is adopted, the agency feels its better that they never know they were adopted. I guess they don't want the child to be... tramatized.
She couldn't keep you. Money was low to non-existant when she had you. Mama thought she was doing you a favor rather than watch you starve to death or die from some baby disease.
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