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Post by Dead Character on Jul 21, 2005 20:41:51 GMT -5
"I talked to Natasha." Antero says to Nea and looks down at the garden. "It feels kind of nice to have another person to talk to. She is a stripper and stuff, but she is doing it so she can save money for school. Maybe you two could be friends."
"She thinks you're nice."
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Post by Nea Jokinen on Jul 21, 2005 20:44:08 GMT -5
"Oh," Nea doesn't really know what to say. She doesn't read too much into or thinks too much about it. "Really?" She smiles. "I'll have to talk to her the next time I see her. She does seem nice also."
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Post by Dead Character on Jul 21, 2005 20:45:50 GMT -5
"Yeah she is nice. I think talking to her helped me to feel a little better. And don't get the wrong idea, I think she is attractive and all, but I am not interested in her that way. I just want another friend. "
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Post by Li Winters on Jul 21, 2005 20:47:12 GMT -5
Vissarion and I walk down the street together after sight seeing in London.
"So...tell me more about your family. I wish I had more to say about mine, but alas, I don't have one."
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Post by Nea Jokinen on Jul 21, 2005 20:48:12 GMT -5
Nea looked at him. Hearing him say that she was attractive wasn't exactly reassuring. But she nodded her head and swallowed. "Yea that's cool."
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Post by Dead Character on Jul 21, 2005 20:51:02 GMT -5
"So, how was your day?" He asks, but feels like there is a wall between them. He feels this way from time to time.
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Post by Vissarion Myatezhnei on Jul 21, 2005 20:55:07 GMT -5
I purse my lips for a second before speaking... "Okay... I'll admit, I lied about my sister before. We couldn't be more different, and she never got along with our mother. Instead she always spent all her time with Unc... sorry, that's just stupid. With my dad's boyfriend."
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Post by Li Winters on Jul 21, 2005 20:56:45 GMT -5
"Oh..I...am sorry to hear that..." I say and am a little confused about his family situation. I don't know if I should ask him more.
"Do you still want to try to see her?"
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Post by Vissarion Myatezhnei on Jul 21, 2005 21:02:08 GMT -5
"Yes. I need to try to reconcile at least my differences with her. She is family after all. I wish she'd get along with mother better, but I can't be her judge and keeper. It isn't my place. She has a lot of bad habits though, she drinks, smokes and uses drugs. I mean I could understand the smoking, mom's a heavy smoker but she never approved of the other things."
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Post by Li Winters on Jul 21, 2005 21:04:13 GMT -5
"Hmmm, I don't know what to say. Well, maybe she is just at a tough spot in life." I suggest, but don't know what else to tell him. I take his hand.
"I am against abusing chemicals as well."
"At least it sounds like you try to be there for her. It's all you can do."
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Post by Vissarion Myatezhnei on Jul 21, 2005 21:08:46 GMT -5
"Well yeah, it's all I can do, and she usually doesn't accept my help. Which is really a shame. She could be a nice girl if she just tried to be. As it is, last I knew she was selling herself on the street."
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Post by Li Winters on Jul 21, 2005 21:10:05 GMT -5
"Oh, well then maybe seeing her is a good idea. We should go back so you can give her a call. I don't have any more business here anyway." I reply to him and we start walking back to the hotel.
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Post by Vissarion Myatezhnei on Jul 21, 2005 21:12:25 GMT -5
"Yeah. Maybe she'll listen this time..." I say with some hope as we walk back.
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Post by dead character on Jul 21, 2005 21:16:34 GMT -5
Lilia wanders around Paris, lost and a little frightened. She is hungry again too and she skun her knee while running away from Salome earlier. She rubs her eyes and walks down the street, talking to herself in Russian. As she walks, she accidentally bumps into a tall man, with dark hair. She at first feels frightened of him. "I'm sorry..." She says to him in Russian.
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Adrik Kudrin
Card Carrying Member
IMF Economic Councelor
The power to do good is also the power to do harm
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Post by Adrik Kudrin on Jul 21, 2005 21:19:41 GMT -5
"You really ought to be more careful where you are going. Do you have any idea who I am?" He asks in a self important voice. He looks down at her as though she is an insect. "I am the economic councelor for the IMF." He states, and is rather proud of his work.
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