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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 2:34:58 GMT -5
The slap is loud, and immediately afterwards, Zivon is dumbfounded. Despite being an asshole the majority of the time, he has only been slapped once or twice before, and is never prepared for it. This time was no exception. After she leaves, he stands up, brings his hand to his face, and looks over at the door, still befuddled by everything that happened.
After a few moments and the confusion wears off, I feel a wave of anger wash over me, and immediately feel like destroying something. I look around the room, and nothing really comes to mind, and I don't want to go downstairs, so instead, I crack open the window wide enough for me to crawl out. I crawl out, and drop down into the garden below. I land strategically enough not to injure any plants too badly, save a flower or two, but sprain my ankle upon landing.
"Mother FUCKER!" Zivon says, and kicks the side of the house with the sprained ankle. This only makes it hurt more, so he takes a deep breath and limps out to his car.
I drive to the nearest bar, and sit down on the far end, away from everyone and everything else, save the little black rain cloud that hangs over my head.
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Post by Helene DeBoís on Jul 11, 2005 2:35:13 GMT -5
I was raped by her father. He died. Shot by an escaping prisoner. Helene smiles at the memory of watching him fall with nothing left but the bloody stump of his head left over. I know you don't believe me about my age and all but I was raped in a German death camp. Berlin, I think.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 11, 2005 2:37:22 GMT -5
Bassarov isn't sure how to properly respond to this information. He steps back and keeps a blank, yet serious expression. "Oh, I'm sorry, maybe we shouldn't talk about this. It seems pretty...intense."
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Post by Seiji Usagi on Jul 11, 2005 2:40:06 GMT -5
Seiji was having a drink to forget about Henna and how he made a fool of himself last night. He looks over and notices Zivon, who looks like his normal anti social self. He walks over to Zivon and slaps him hard on the shoulder, then takes a seat next to him. "Zivon! I've been looking for you. I stopped by yesterday evening but you were out, and all I found was this stupid, ugly girl in your room."
"You look the same. What have you been up to?"
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Post by septimus aslakhanov on Jul 11, 2005 2:42:20 GMT -5
septimus nods his head, and is always worried about meeting with people, higher ups especially, and having a reputation like kaschei does, doesn't make him feel any better.
"good." septimus replies, and feels good that he can at least move his arm. it hurts to do so, but it moves.
"when do i leave?"
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 2:42:39 GMT -5
Natasha gulps down the rest of the orange juice then looks at Heikki. She visibly calms down though she is still a bit angry. She looks down at his feet and feels the overwhelming desire to eat till she can't eat anymore. Please? I might eat the rest of the fridge if I don't...
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 2:45:02 GMT -5
Zivon has to force himself not to yell an obscenity at his friend. He takes a deep breath, then downs another shot of whatever it is he was drinking.
"Hey Seiji, good to see you. Touch me again and I'll fucking kill you." I say with a smile. Interestingly enough, the angrier I am, the easier it is for me to force a smile. I pat him on the back.
"You don't look any different either. Let's not talk about me, what have you been doing? Hey, bar keep, keep 'em comin."
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Jul 11, 2005 2:45:08 GMT -5
"Sure, I like walks." Heikki says softly. He puts his hand on her shoulder and walks out the door with her. He is silent for a while not sure how to respond to her. "Zivon is sometimes an asshole. But he is just a bitter person." He explains in a calm voice.
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Post by Seiji Usagi on Jul 11, 2005 2:49:04 GMT -5
"Still working for General Kolov. I recently visited my sister. She was a bitch towards me of course. But I have come to expect it. Oh, and Japan is now being ruled by a council of business owners. That interests me of course." He says and takes a sip of his drink.
"Are you still teaching science? I find that amusing you know, but only mildly. Since well, I don't believe in science and I find it funny that you do. Math and langauge are the same way. It is funny how we take for granted the truth in the simplest things."
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Post by Helene DeBoís on Jul 11, 2005 2:50:06 GMT -5
Helene returns Bassarov's look with a blunt, almost cherrily one. If you say so. My past is bad, hell nearly unbearable, but it made me what I am now. They continue to wall. Helene focuses on the water. I want to go swimming. I'd feel better if I did...
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Post by Kaschei Bessmertny on Jul 11, 2005 2:51:49 GMT -5
"Josep will drive you tomorrow in the morning. He is headed that way anway and it is safer to travel by car with all the train bombings and what not." The man replies to Septimus and shows him to a vacant room. "You can sleep here tonight, and Josep will come for you in the morning."
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 2:54:44 GMT -5
Zivon laughs mid sip, and almost spits out his drink. After wiping his face clean with his arm, he looks at Seiji with a 'you have got to be kidding me' face.
"That's right, I forgot that you picked up some superstitious nonsense of your own." I say with a condescendingly cheery tone of voice.
"That post modernist shit is cute and everything, and I remember when I was into that. I was ten at the time." Zivon says, then takes another swig of his drink.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 11, 2005 2:55:12 GMT -5
"There is a more secluded area where you can go swimming if you like. It is down a trail, about a half a mile walk from here. I will warn you that the lake has a mucky bottom and there are leeches, but if you want to swim, by all means." Bassarov says and starts leading the way. He hates swimming and hopes that she doesn't ask him if he wants to join her. Then again, it is pretty hot out and there is something sexy about being in the water with someone. He is torn on this issue. They walk for a while, down the trail, through a narrow path that leads through reeds and shoreline bushes until they arrive at one of the many swimming points.
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 2:55:27 GMT -5
Natasha snots, sarcasticly and shakes her head. No... lemons are bitter. I'm bitter. A woman scorned is bitter. Zivon is spiteful jackass. She closes her eyes and wills herself not to cry. Damned if I ever try that shit again...
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Jul 11, 2005 2:58:54 GMT -5
Heikki just remains quiet as they walk not sure what to say. He still has some attachment to his friend Zivon. He decides that maybe it is best to change the topic. "I found out that a friend of mine killed herself today. Her name is Dariya. She tried to kill herself before." He says.
"Oh, and another friend of mine called me. Her name is Amsel. She is pregnant and wants me to be a father figure. I am not sure how I feel about that. I never considered myself very...I don't know...fatherly."
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