Ian "Mad" Sweeney
Card Carrying Member
IRA Terrorist/Dock Worker
I was born on a storm-swept rock and hate the soft growth of sun-baked lands where there is no frost
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Post by Ian "Mad" Sweeney on Aug 9, 2005 23:27:44 GMT -5
Mad Sweeney sits in a bar, in Belfast. He's home. He did it. He killed the symbol of fucking England, and he escaped without a scratch. A collegue of Sweeney's orders a round for everyone. This is an occasion to celebrate, after all.
Ding, dong, the witch is dead...
A rather attractive blonde passes him, although Sweeney isn't sure if she is really attractive, or if it's the alchohol. In fact, he isn't even sure if she's blonde. It's dim and smokey in the bar. Sweeney lights a cigarette for himself, and adds to the smoke. He tries to think of a Walt Whitman poem, to woo the lady. Sweeney really wants to get laid. The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit must be appalled at him. Let them be appalled. The world is going to hell anyway.
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Michal Rimone
Provisional Member
Israeli Kibbutznik
"If you will it, it is no dream." -Theodor Herzl
Posts: 96
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Post by Michal Rimone on Aug 9, 2005 23:36:42 GMT -5
"Ah, sorry. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable," Michal says. She hadn't meant anything by it, and Mischa's reaction ws a lot stronger than she had thought it would be.
"It is good that we have located the terrorist, so that I may go home soon. I believe that if possible, I may leave my post, since I joined the army again to fight the Nazis, and we don't seem to be doing that."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 9, 2005 23:46:09 GMT -5
"Oh, no, it's okay..." I reply, then scratch my head again and laugh somewhat nervously.
"Yeah I wish you luck with that... I heard about what happened..." I say with a genuine sense of empathy, though a stupid empathy. 'I heard about what happened, yeah, too bad about that whole 'history repeating itself' thing, and the holocaust? Yeah, bummer...'
Idiot...
"Well, it looks like we'll be airborne pretty quick here..."
(Sorry Rei, we're sort of borrowing the plane, even though you're sort of flying it)
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Post by antoine on Aug 9, 2005 23:54:40 GMT -5
Antoine sighs, making up his mind, and heading to his room. In which he sees the note from Salome. Well, since she was the only one here who even knew him well enough to possibly miss him, he packed a bag, and booked a flight with his little money. And he left, headed to a strange world where he knew no one, and had nothing but an address.
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Michal Rimone
Provisional Member
Israeli Kibbutznik
"If you will it, it is no dream." -Theodor Herzl
Posts: 96
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Post by Michal Rimone on Aug 9, 2005 23:55:14 GMT -5
Mischa's last few statements were rather uncomfortable for her. She decides that it would be best to ignore them, and change the subject.
"So... Do you think Bassarov is cute?" Michal asks. The statement is partly for revenge, and partly because she likes to see Mischa squirm. He seems repressed.
"There has been a rising socialist movement in Israel lately. It's more internationally oriented than the traditional Labor Zionist movement. Bassarov is a socialist, right?" Michal says, finishing with something more neutral.
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Post by Sade "Selene" Sabastian on Aug 9, 2005 23:57:35 GMT -5
(stupid AOL...) "If the leads are correct, I wouldn't blame them. The British have been complete assholes to thr Irish for years." After Mischa takes a handful again, Sade adds more salt and sugar to her popcorn. It a weird mix but it taste good. "Yeah, sorry about that Michal." Sade smiles at Michal when she mentions Bassarov. That and the nice color coming to Mischa's cheeks.
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Michal Rimone
Provisional Member
Israeli Kibbutznik
"If you will it, it is no dream." -Theodor Herzl
Posts: 96
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Post by Michal Rimone on Aug 10, 2005 0:02:54 GMT -5
((Goodnight.))
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Post by deacon on Aug 10, 2005 0:05:46 GMT -5
Gerard slowly saunters into the dark, utterly hateful looking little Belfast pub. It's been one hell of a vacation, and considering how tight funds are, he's amazed that he's even still here. Still, when you go someplace, that's where you are, he thinks to himself as he turns to a faded, flickering television screen.
A pity about the Queen. He never really liked the old biddy, but she really gave people hope, and his father would be crying for weeks, if he was knew his father. Sighing as he blows away a cloud of omni-present smoke, he turns to watch a rather petite blonde pass him by. Not his type, to be sure, but what's more interesting is, when his eyes better adjust, he can see a man.
Staring straight at him.
Or maybe at the blond, it's hard to tell little details like that in smog that would make small coal factories look eco-friendly. Still, he seems pretty damn happy, as do some of his compatriots. It's not his buisness, but they someone just ordered a round for EVERYONE in that little group.
And Gerard Keaton is never one to miss out on a party, at least when the chance for a free drink is involved. Shambling over to the table, he waves a hand in the air. "Hey, mate," he mentions to the man who seems to be the happiest. "What's all the festivity about? Mind if I join in?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 10, 2005 0:08:04 GMT -5
Within a few minutes, the plane is airborne, and we're set for Belfast.
"Bassarov cute? Ha, well..." I scratch my head again.
"He ah, well, he's... Yeah he's a socialist... Really? The socialist movement is picking up in Israel?" I ask, adding to the neutral topic. I like neutral topics at this point in time. I nab another handful of popcorn, and the mixture of salty sweetness leaves a strange taste in my mouth. Good, but strange.
"That's... Really strange..." I say, commenting on the popcorn.
((Hey I'm really sorry Rei, but I've been on a normal sleep schedule the past few days and am absolutely exhausted. I'll set my alarm to see if I can wake myself up when you're on, but if I'm not on right at 2:30, don't count on me being on. I'm sorry, I'll do my best to be online tomorrow night.
Have a good evening/morning!))
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Post by Sade "Selene" Sabastian on Aug 10, 2005 0:08:49 GMT -5
((Nighty Night))
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Aug 10, 2005 2:31:02 GMT -5
(It's fine. I understaned messed up sleep scedules...)
I steer the plane onto the approach course for Belfast and then set the autopilot before continuing my research on Chechnyan terrorisim. Even though I'd much rather be in the back with the others I'm the only person onboard qualified to fly an airplane this big, so I have to stay in the cockpit...
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Aug 10, 2005 2:36:30 GMT -5
After another day or so of visiting I take my leave of Ilmari to go home and see my parents. I am nervous as to how they will feel about my pregnancy and, sure enough, my dad is shocked when he sees me, but once that wears off he is calm and understanding about it, enough so that he asks if I'm still interested in elk hunting this fall. I decide to stay for a few days, and I will return to England when I'm done...
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Mirage Aden
Party Sympathizer
Be careful what you wish for...
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Post by Mirage Aden on Aug 10, 2005 4:09:51 GMT -5
Mirage prepared herself some tea, it was a crisp summer night and it was time for her evening team. She caalmly set the stove on after preparing to brew her lemon tea, it was also a chance to read her tealeaves for today. She went back to the seaonce room, basically the room where she does her magic. Mirage sat in her chair and awaited a poor soul to come thorugh the door. Buisness has been rough latley and she couldn't quite skip on the bills this month, with a hint of that Mirage sighed.
The room was highly decorated in different colored canvas's. One of them purple with golden stars and moons glittered on the canvas. It seems as if you were entering a pitched tent. The table which she held her predictions had a table cloth decorated with golden lineing and other falmbouyent colors. Infront of Mirage laid a crystal ball, with sparkled in by the lighting of the lamps hung on the walls of the room.
Mirage has a feeling she would get no customers tonight. She sighed hoping someone would come and decided to spend one more hour until someone would come. She thought of how the anarchists were doing, she wasn't much of a politician but she did feel people were being oppressed. She gazed into the crystal ball and saw the entire city, capitalist buildings everywhere, barley anyroom for people such as herself. Disgusted she looked away, the image of the city clouded with fog eventually vanishing. It turned back to the sparkling crystal ball is once been. Mirage awaiting someone, anyone. She couldn't stand the silence, but knew she could do nothing about it. She sighed once again, as she looked up at the clock on the wall as it ticked aimlessly....
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Aug 10, 2005 6:57:52 GMT -5
I bring Precious home after her vet appointment and I am happy that she is healthy. I return to my mansion but am very bored. I wonder if Hiisi and Hailey are still busy working on things for that revolution in England. I should invite them to my home and have a party or something. Everything is terribly dull here. I call up Hiisi and leave a message that he should bring Hailey and come visit me.
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Post by gabby on Aug 10, 2005 11:45:11 GMT -5
I walk back to my home, quickly went to my room and slammed the door behind me. I took out my suitcase and started packing some of my clothes. I can hear my door and lnew it was my mom because I can smell some alchohol on her.
"What the hell are you doing Gabby?"
"Packing.......he gave me another assignment and I have to leave here right away."
"Right now?! But today it was your father's funeral..."
"Father don't mind if I started working right away and besides, you don't seem to care at all. As soon we got home, you started drinking."
"I only drink because your damn father is dead."
"But you abused me when you are drunk." Then without warning, my mother slap me across the face. I didn't flinch from her slap, I just stood there. I then quickly finished packing and before I left my room, I stared at her.
"Go to hell, bitch...." I said to her and left the house.
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