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Post by Ariel "Zinn" Zinner on Aug 9, 2005 17:58:04 GMT -5
Zinn smiles nervously, and shakes Andrew's hand.
"I don't know why, but I feel like I've met you before. Still, I don't think I've ever been a woman, so it is doubtful that I have," Zinn says, thinking of where he might have met Andrew. Maybe it was at an Anarchist convention or something.
"My name is Aaron Zinner, but most of my friends call me Zinn. I actually teach at a school uptown, called the London Montessori School."
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Post by Pavel Nikolaievich Kirsanov on Aug 9, 2005 18:11:53 GMT -5
When Pavel wakes up, the light is blinding. He tries to raise his arms to block it out, but notices that he has been restrained.
"Shit..." he says groggily. It doesn't take him very long to figure out that he is in a hospital. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Pavel screams in sheer frustration.
A nurse comes in to investigate the commotion, and calls in a doctor, since Pavel is now awake.
"SHIT!"
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Post by Punch and Judy Libertine on Aug 9, 2005 18:18:29 GMT -5
Punch and Judy got sidetracked somewhere, and now they are sitting in an ice cream shop. Punch licks a soft-serve swirled ice cream cone, and Judy is chowing down on an ice cream sundae that looks like it could give someone instant diabetes.
"This is sooooo yummy Punch!" Judy squeals.
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Post by Sarah "Fish" Fischer on Aug 9, 2005 18:24:42 GMT -5
Dylan has decided to step down as chair of the American Green Party. Sie has become thoroughly disillusioned, recently. Nothing they have done has been effective, due to new laws restricting freedoms. Furthermore, the media has completely ignored all of the party's efforts.
Dylan is going to be starting college soon anyways. Sie must have been crazy to think a mere high school graduate could successfully run a political party.
Dylan decides to go for a drive.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 9, 2005 22:11:29 GMT -5
((I'm sort of lost with Mischa right now, but I'll wing this. I hope this isn't wrong.))
I sit on the ramp of the plane, cigarette dangling from the edge of my lips, and a book in front of me. I have been buying more and more literature lately, gobbling it all up. I 'dog ear' one of the pages and decide now is a good time to take a break. I flick my cigarette on the ground, and stomp it out, then head on board. I sit down in the sort of kitchen and make myself a sort of meal out of rationed food.
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Michal Rimone
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"If you will it, it is no dream." -Theodor Herzl
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Post by Michal Rimone on Aug 9, 2005 22:15:41 GMT -5
Michal enters the kitchen. She is also reading a book. She sits down at the tiny table, and fixes herself some cereal.
"Sometimes, I think that I am the only person here who does not... I'm sorry, ordinarily, my Russian is better. What is the word?" Michal asks. "I know the word in Ivrit (Hebrew), but you would not know it, obviously."
Michal's words are not condecending.
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Post by Punch and Judy Libertine on Aug 9, 2005 22:21:57 GMT -5
Judy takes out a cell phone, and calls Zivon.
"ZIVON!" she shrieks loudly into the phone, even though Zivon hasn't picked up yet.
Most of the people in the shop turn around uncomfortably.
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Post by Salome Weil on Aug 9, 2005 22:23:43 GMT -5
I return home after a few days away, but donĀ“t intend to stay very long. I go to my room and pack my things, then, take a nap since I am exhausted from all the hard work that I have done lately.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 9, 2005 22:30:02 GMT -5
I raise an eyebrow, a little confused about what she's referring to.
"I ah, yeah, can't help you with the word..." I say then notice my cigarette butt.
"Oh, smoke?" I ask, making a motion with my fingers as if I were smoking.
"I've become worse hanging around Rei, I didn't used to do it so often... I'm sorry if it bothers you..."
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Post by Salome Weil on Aug 9, 2005 22:33:52 GMT -5
Without telling Shura, I leave while he is working. I have some questions that I need answers to. I need to know if he is really married to that woman and the only way to do that is to travel to Russia and see her, or find proof of this marriage that she claims. I book a flight from Paris to Moscow, and leave right away. But, I do leave a note for Antoine.
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Dear Antoine, I decided that I am going to travel to Russia for answers to my questions. I regret to leave so suddenly like this, but will return soon once I have my answers. I appreciate our time together and just need to think. If Shura wonders where I am, I am not sure what you would say, but just that I will be back soon and had somethings to do in Russia. I am sure he will know, I just don't want to make a big deal of it. Take care, and I look towards seeing you soon. Fondly Salome.
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Post by Sade "Selene" Sabastian on Aug 9, 2005 22:54:26 GMT -5
Sade walks into the kitchen, smoking, reading a book and shaking a bag of popcorn, but promptly puts out her cigar out when she hears Mischa. "Hi Mischa, Michal. Popcorn anyone?"
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"If you will it, it is no dream." -Theodor Herzl
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Post by Michal Rimone on Aug 9, 2005 22:59:02 GMT -5
"Thank you for the word," Michal says, as she eats her cereal.
"I really don't mind. I was just observing."
Michal continues to eat her cereal.
"Who was that other Russian guy who was here for a while?"
"Hm, no thank you. I was just finishing breakfast," Michal says as she goes to clean her now empty bowl off in the sink.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 9, 2005 23:11:33 GMT -5
"Hey Selene. Yeah I'll take some popcorn. Thanks!" I reply. Though not particularly in the mood for popcorn, I decide to take some anyways, since I'm kind of compulsive. I nab a handful of popcorn.
"It's nice to see you both out, I've been kind of in Mischa land lately. The other Russian guy? You mean Valodya Bassarov?" I ask. Though I suppose she wouldn't know anyways if she asked me about him.
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"If you will it, it is no dream." -Theodor Herzl
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Post by Michal Rimone on Aug 9, 2005 23:13:46 GMT -5
"Well, if his name is Valodya. You seemed very close," Michal says vaguely.
"So, have we gotten any leads on the assasination of the Queen?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 9, 2005 23:27:05 GMT -5
"Huh? We seemed close?" I ask, feeling somewhat strange about that notion. I guess he is the one who's inspired me to read political books and whatnot...
"I guess... I mean... He's... Nice..." I say awkwardly then scratch my head.
"The leads on the assassination of the queen are finally turning up something. We have a few pretty strong leads, bringing us to Ireland. We just need clearance to take off."
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