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Post by Kaschei Bessmertny on Jul 11, 2005 1:55:52 GMT -5
"Yes, very good, very good." The man says and makes some calls right away concerning this new information. He calls for someone to fix Septimus up and tells Septimus that he can rest there if he likes. Meanwhile, the group actively makes use of the information, acting quickly to crush their rivals. "You did well, have you ever been to Moscow?"
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jul 11, 2005 1:59:08 GMT -5
I get home from another day of work at the hotel. Today I made pretty good tips. One of the rooms I cleaned left me a 10 euro tip, which is pretty good.
When I get back, I hear some shouting upstairs and become worried. I hide in the kitchen, trying to avoid that conflict.
I am very sensitive to shouting and anger, and become sad. What if this is my fault! It must be, everything goes wrong because of me.
Even when things are not my fault they really actually are my fault.
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Post by Helene DeBoís on Jul 11, 2005 2:00:57 GMT -5
Helene hesitates then walks to the tree and touches it. She smiles to herself and whispers her wish, too low for Bassarov to hear. She touches the tree one more time then walks back. I could tell you what I wished for but I think you already know. And anyways, its impossible.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 11, 2005 2:03:34 GMT -5
"Well you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but now I am curious." Bassarov says, looking at the tree and then back at Helene. "An impossible wish? I don't think much is impossible..."
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Post by Salome Weil on Jul 11, 2005 2:05:31 GMT -5
I sit down next to Shura and put my hand on his back. I can hear shouting from the other room. "I am a little burnt from being out in the sun today." I tell him.
"There are many protestors out there. The police were sent out to make arrests, but people are still damaging property and refusing to work. It is really something else."
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Post by Helene DeBoís on Jul 11, 2005 2:06:21 GMT -5
Helene looks sadly at the tree but smiles. I wished my daughter would come find me. I miss my child so much and to touch her one more time would be a blessing. But it is, also, impossible.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 11, 2005 2:10:29 GMT -5
Bassarov seems to have forgotten that she had a daughter. But now upon thinking about it, she did mention that. He doesn't know what to say. He really doesn't know much about her past and he almost forgot that she is older than she appears. "Well...I think with time she will. I think good things happen if people remain patient and hopeful." He replies.
"But I barely know about your past. I forgot that you had a daughter. But now I remember...that I believe your mother and aunt raised her. So, you hardly know her at all?"
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 2:13:00 GMT -5
Zivon stands up and returns her glare.
"What the fuck do you care? What do you know about me? I've been living with the truth my whole god damned life, I know the truth." I say, pointing at my chest. "What do you know about the truth? Obviously not much if you just expect me to be okay with everything after never meeting this woman you put on a pedastel who fucking abandoned me." My voice gradually crescendos at the end.
"Do you know what it's like knowing that the one you come home to who asks about your day is being paid to ask you that?? I wasn't adopted until I was 13, and even then, I knew they were just trying to fill this void in their empty pathetic existences." Zivon nearly yells.
"A fucking letter, a phone call. I find it hard to scrounge up anything similar to that thing called 'sympathy' to know how god damned easy it would have been to get in touch with me."
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Post by Helene DeBoís on Jul 11, 2005 2:13:53 GMT -5
I don't know her at all. I had her for a few days before my mother managed to take her. My past is all bitter with the occasional good moment. She was my greatest moment.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 11, 2005 2:16:26 GMT -5
"I'm sorry to hear that." Bassarov says and looks down at the water. They continue walking, but this time slower. "What about her father, maybe he could help you get her back?"
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jul 11, 2005 2:17:56 GMT -5
I feel bad for all the shouting, so I hide in the closet. I shut the kitchen closet door and sit there quietly in the dark, sitting on an overturned bucket.
"I should just go home to America. I just cause trouble for everyone." I say to myself.
I hug my knees and sit on my bucket in worry.
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Post by septimus aslakhanov on Jul 11, 2005 2:18:08 GMT -5
"thank you." septimus says to the ones who are bandaging his wound. he cringes when moscow is mentioned.
"yeah, i've been to moscow." septimus decides to leave his hatred of russians out of the sentence, and leaves it at that.
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Post by Kaschei Bessmertny on Jul 11, 2005 2:20:55 GMT -5
"You would be safer there. You have too many enemies here. Anyway, Kaschei will want to meet you since you gave us some useful information." The man says in a friendly tone. He crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe of the room where Septimus was bandaged up. "We are small here anyway. There you will have more opportunities. And, as I said, you will be safer."
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 2:25:36 GMT -5
Natasha walks over and slaps Zivon with all the strength she has. She glares and yells back at Zivon. What the fuck?!?! You think your the only one who had it bad?! You self-pitying son of a bitch! Mother lost a part of herself the day she gave you up. A part she never gave to me. I never felt enough of love from her because she had it all for YOU! Do you know what its like to come home and show your mother your report card only to have her wave you away and go back into depression!?!? Huh? You may have been adopted at 13 but atleast someone wanted you. I never felt that way. So you can go to hell and fuck yourself when you get there! She opens and slams the door shut behind her. Standing in the hallway, she feels a twinge of guilt that quickly disappears. Fuck him... Natasha walks down the stairs and goes into the kitchen, looking for something to drink.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Jul 11, 2005 2:29:19 GMT -5
Heikki enters the kitchen after Natasha, but can see that she is mad and isnt sure what to say or if he should even say a thing. He is never very good in dealing with angry people. He quietly gets a leftover lemon cookie off the counter and looks at the floor. "Do...you want to go for a walk? I was going to head out..." He says timidly.
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