Benito
Party Sympathizer
Fascist Party Member
It's good to trust others but, not to do so is much better
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Post by Benito on Jul 24, 2005 8:29:06 GMT -5
OOC: (OUT OF CHARACTER): Il have 2 leave u for a while as im going out. Franco and Benito cant talk for a while cos they both my charcters. please dont involve me in a roleplay where u need me 2 answer untill i get back. Oh btw, u can still help recruit members for the Fascist terrorist thingy
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Post by Bonifaz Rommel-Artz on Jul 24, 2005 8:31:53 GMT -5
"Whatever floats your boat." Bonifaz replies. He picks up a magazine of body art and piercings. He skims through it while Benito and Franco are conversing with one another.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jul 24, 2005 9:39:51 GMT -5
I sit on the couch, practicing my guitar, and sounding extreamly good for just having picked it up yesterday. Im not sure when Katrina and I are due to leave for London, but I gather it is soon.
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Post by Joseph "Jose" Ponce on Jul 24, 2005 10:02:51 GMT -5
Jose sighed as he thought about they're slow progress.
"It's been alright. So far we're having moderate success. I just heard the U.N. will not offer us support, but I doubted they could help us anyway."
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Post by Nea Jokinen on Jul 24, 2005 11:43:02 GMT -5
Nea looked up at Antero she couldn't help but think about what he had said to her earlier. But she was trying to let it go. Hearing about his sister she smiled. "Yeah I'm up for it. She sounds really nice."
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Jul 24, 2005 11:53:51 GMT -5
((im sry i have been away.))
Linnea smiled. "Its not that good, but sure I'll show you."
((sry a little lost not sure what is going on))
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Lisa Ryder
Provisional Member
Genetic Scientist
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Post by Lisa Ryder on Jul 24, 2005 11:57:45 GMT -5
"Nonsense. I'll tell you about myself. I really dont have anything to hide anyway." She smiled and sat down at her desk. "Yes I enjoy my work also, I like to have fun with it and I too feel like I'm doing some sort of good in the world." Truth be told even though she practice religion she warped everything to fit herself.
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Post by isabella on Jul 24, 2005 12:35:19 GMT -5
For the next couple of days, I continued to take drugs but not as much I used too. At the moment, I layed on my bed with covers over my body and head. I started to have a fever, felt so confused, and nervous, restless, and fatigue. Then my phone began to ring but I really don't want to pick it up. I was kinda scared that someone from the hospital is cjecking up on me or something. I put the pillow over my head and trying to ignore the ringing.
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Post by Frieda Rommel on Jul 24, 2005 12:54:53 GMT -5
Frieda was so angry tears were coming from her eyes. She grabbed her clothes and stuffed then into a bag. When two of the bags had been filled with her clothes she grabbed a few other possions and stormed from her room, slamming it behind her. It didn't matter if she closed it or not, she wasn't coming back and they would probably turn her room into some sort of meeting room for the other nazi pigs or have sex in there. The thought made her sick. Dragging her bags to the front door she swung it open and paused. "I would say good bye but I dont say that to assholes!" she screamed back into the foyer knowing her voice would ring throughout the house. She was sure they heard her earlier when she was slamming things. And that was the point. Walking out the front door she slammed the door behind her and grabbed the decortive plant and throw it through the sidelight window. Then dragged her bags down the sidewalk and down the street.
"Where am I suppose to go?" she asked herself after she had calmed down and gotten a good ways from the house. "I have nobody. What was i thinking?"
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Post by gabby on Jul 24, 2005 13:42:02 GMT -5
After 20 minutes or so, my mother and I are finally at our home. We both got out the car and went into our two story victorian home. As we enter, it really beautiful like having beautiful pictures of animals like wolves and lions in the hallways and different rooms. My mom took off her hat and placed it on the small table next to the main door.
"I'm going to the kitchen alright Gabby?" and she started walking to the kitchen and started pouring some alcohol for herself. I just started to go upstairs and enter my bedroom.
This grand room is well lit. The walls are painted with dark rose. The floor is tiled marble and the window curtains, plain and blue, blow in the warm wind. My queen sized is soft, with bed covers and pillows of the colors of blood red.
I took off my clothes and put some Japanese schoolgirl uniform, which is all blue with a white scarf. I look myself at the mirror and fixed myself a bit. Then I sat down on my bed and then lay down, thinking about my father.
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Post by Bonifaz Rommel-Artz on Jul 24, 2005 15:03:20 GMT -5
While Benito is getting his tattoo, Bonifaz steps outside and pulls out his cell phone. He dials up Freida, since he hasn't talked to her in a while and because Rommel wasn't in his office earlier when Bonifaz tried to call him. He calls her on her cell, and waits for her to pick up. (assuming she has a cell phone)
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Post by Frieda Rommel on Jul 24, 2005 15:05:36 GMT -5
Frieda hears her phone ringing in her bag, she sighs knowing that won't be on for much longer. Digging through grabs the phone. "Hello?" she snapped, she didn't reconize the number and figured it was one of Rommels flunkys.
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Post by Bonifaz Rommel-Artz on Jul 24, 2005 15:08:05 GMT -5
"Hello, this is Bonifaz. I tried calling Rommel earlier today but got no answer. Anyway, I met up with some Italian fascists, one of which is named Benito. He is getting a tattoo at the moment." Bonifaz explains to her. He sits down on a bench outside the shop. "And how have you been?"
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Post by Frieda Rommel on Jul 24, 2005 15:10:22 GMT -5
Frieda feels a little better and her voice softens. "Yeah you wont be able to get a hold of him. He's fucking Eva right now," Frieda said with disgust. She felt like she was going to start crying. "I left I can't deal with that. I can't deal with anything in the house. And I can't deal with him."
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Post by Bonifaz Rommel-Artz on Jul 24, 2005 15:18:55 GMT -5
"Freida, I am sorry to hear that. You know I don't care much for Eva. She puts on a show about her mental illness. I have met plently of mentally ill people with problems greater than her's who make less of a deal out of it." He says with a soft voice.
"I will be out of the country for a while, traveling with Benito. You can always stay at my home in Munich."
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