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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 3, 2005 18:20:39 GMT -5
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Post by antoine on Aug 4, 2005 23:40:14 GMT -5
Antoine Legault sat in the driver seat of his beat up little care, his only worldly possessions in three or four boxes in his back seat and trunk. Times had been very rough, lately, with no good acting jobs coming along, the same with any filming or directing jobs. He was desperate, and had actually slept in his car for several nights, for, due to lack of any real money coming in, he had been kicked out of his tiny little apartment. He was getting desperate, had no where to turn, and wasn't sure what to do anymore.
And so he finished his cigarette, flicked it out the window, and turned the key, engine coming to life with a rumble. Now, off to the only place he knew that he would be welcome, if only for a few hours and a shower: The house of fellow anarchist Salome Weil, along with some others.
The drive over was fairly long, but pleasant, just giving him time to think. Which he had been doing a lot of, lately, but he didn't mind. After about an hour and a half of driving, street addresses began to be recognizable, and soon, his car was stopped in front of the house. After taking the time to smoke again, he approached the house. Hands shoved deep in his pockets, he took a breath. Removing one to knock, he waited, and wondered what he was going to say.
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Post by Henna Toivonen on Aug 4, 2005 23:47:37 GMT -5
"Henna Toivonen. Nice to meet you. So are you a fellow Trotskyist or one of Valodya's nonpolitical friends?" I ask him.
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Post by Hailey Murry on Aug 4, 2005 23:48:35 GMT -5
"ya it is great to be out of there." She takes a deep breath and laces her fingers with laurents and smiles. She is happy to be out of there away form Keitoleinen, is just for a little while. She leans against the wall and looks over to him.
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Post by Salome Weil on Aug 4, 2005 23:48:57 GMT -5
I hear a knock at the door and go to see who it could be. I am shocked to see that it is a somewhat well known anarchist film maker named Antoine. I open the door, but feel a little shy.
"Oh...hello, can I help you with something?" I ask him.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Aug 4, 2005 23:49:51 GMT -5
"I am a Trotskyist, though... Inbetween parties..." Sakari replies with a smirk.
"And nice to finally meet you as well. Valodya's told me lots about you. Only good things, of course." I say with a nod.
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Post by Henna Toivonen on Aug 4, 2005 23:52:02 GMT -5
"Well I'm glad to hear that. Valodya's a good man, and the most gifted student I ever taught. So you're between parties? Care to say what happened, or do you want to keep it to yourself?"
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Post by Lucien Thistle on Aug 4, 2005 23:52:15 GMT -5
"You seemed a little nervous in there yourself, Hailey. Why is that?" Laurent asks since it doesn't seem like Hailey to be bothered by someone.
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Post by ssx on Aug 4, 2005 23:53:29 GMT -5
"JUST GET ME OUT FROM UNDER KASCHEI'S CONTROL!"
Sveta finally yelled. She couldn't stand Kascei. He couldn't even stand to be in the same room with him anymore.
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Post by Seiji Usagi on Aug 4, 2005 23:54:36 GMT -5
"Well, I have friends. I am friends with Zivon afterall. So there should be no reason to worry." Seiji replies and is a little annoyed by the entire situation. "Could Sveta stay here tonight? I am too tired to walk her back to the hotel." He says and sits down exhaustedly. "We will consider it."
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Post by antoine on Aug 4, 2005 23:55:16 GMT -5
"Ah..hello." Was his awkward greeting. He had the paper with the adress and name scribbled in his pocket, hearing of Salome through the grapvine, as things often happened. Maybe he could use an excuse, such as wanting to make a documentary here? Of course, that in itself was not a bad idea. Antoine's hand went back into his pocket. He was somewhat shy, and nervous, and couldn't think of anything to say.
Well, first things first. He once again removed the hand, and held it out. "Antoine Legualt. And, you must be Salome?" Along with the hand, he also offered a pleasant smile.
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Post by Hailey Murry on Aug 4, 2005 23:55:17 GMT -5
"well there is this man you know Keitoleinen well i met him when i first came here and well he is very wierd. " She knew he was going to ask her why and she didn't mind telling him but no one else. She leaned against the wall and looked up at the celing.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Aug 4, 2005 23:55:30 GMT -5
I shoot a look to Seiji. "See?" is all I say. I sit down and light a cigarette, and turn the air conditioners on high so my brother doesn't have an asthma attack. "Now the question for you, Seiji, is how much are you willing to help? And yes you can stay here for the night, as long as you just sleep."
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Aug 4, 2005 23:56:53 GMT -5
Natasha walks plesantly up the street to the house. Work was getting a lot easier. All she had to do was train a few girls today. At first, she was really worried that Boss was about to fire her but he said she was a favorite so she would be the very last to be fired. This relieved her, in a way, since she would need the money for later. When she comes up the stairs and walks in behind the guy that just walked into the house. Since she hardly ever watches movies, she doesn't know who he is. "Hi Salome. Who's your friend?"
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Post by Salome Weil on Aug 4, 2005 23:58:16 GMT -5
"Yes, I am Salome and this is my home...well it belongs to a relative of mine. I opened it to a group of anarchists and nihilists, so now, there are over a half dozen of us living here." I explain to him and lead him inside after shaking hands.
"I have seen some of your films, so, excuse me if I am a little nervous. I am nervous by nature as it is, and although I generally don't put people into too high of esteem as a matter of power differentials between people, it is still nice to meet someone like you..."
"Hello Natasha, this is Antoine, an anarchist film maker.."
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