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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Aug 13, 2005 21:00:21 GMT -5
When Salome calls I was 'busy' watching a movie on my laptop. 'Busy' being a relative term of course, as in, doing more than just sitting. Due to the uprising, work has been slow, since clients have been harder to come by. I guess people are too worried about self management than worrying about making a map for themselves.
"Oh hey Salome." I say, turning off the movie. "No sign of Lillia? That's too bad... I wonder where she could've gone to... I just got a letter from her in which she apologized for stealing my money."
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Post by Salome Weil on Aug 13, 2005 21:02:37 GMT -5
I feel a distance between us, but try to remain calm and cool about things.
"Yes, no sign of Lilia. I was going to look for her tomorrow. I have a name...Kaschei Bessmertny. I am going to talk to him about this matter..."
"Have you heard from Antoine?"
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Post by Calithin Crest on Aug 13, 2005 21:27:58 GMT -5
"As people go you are not terrible I suppose... You create tension and are ridiculously difficult, but I do not dislike you for it."
I take a random book from the shelf and sit down on the couch again, feeling more at ease now that the subject has been changed.
"Although I am not one of those that finds endearment in the imperfections of others, I do deal with them in as good a way as I can think to."
I reply, in a tone that suggests people are a terrible inconvenience for me and I am saint for putting up with it all. I flip through the book I chose aimlessly, catching a passage here and there that I immediately recognize, I smile a bit as reading always puts me in a pleasant mood.
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Aug 13, 2005 21:32:48 GMT -5
I fold my arms behind my back and my face looks as though I just at a sour apple. "Hmm..."
"Well, there are worse people in the world than me. Comparatively speaking, I am among the best by far."
"And...well, at least I have personality."
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Post by Calithin Crest on Aug 13, 2005 21:40:27 GMT -5
"So did Hitler."
I smile down into the book, I do have such fun picking on people.
"But you are right, there are people far worse than you. It is after all much better to be difficult rather than boring anyway. Which you are not, luckily."
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Aug 13, 2005 21:45:11 GMT -5
"I read a book once that said that there is a Hitler in all of us. That given his power, we are all capable of the same.¨I say to Calithin and take his book from him rather rudely and start reading it, but paging through it backwards.
"I believe that is a good enough reason to keep people from political power...¨" I say looking at the book and then to Calithin.
"Calithin, will you make me some tea. I am so thirsty, I would just love some tea. Why, I am so parched, it would be a crime against humanity if you didnt make me some.¨"
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Post by Calithin Crest on Aug 13, 2005 21:51:55 GMT -5
I frown a little after she takes my book, as I do when all unexpected and unwelcome things happen and sourly walk to the kitchen and start making the tea.
"So demanding, I swear..."
I mumble to myself and come out a minute or so later, setting two tea cups down on the coffee table in the middle of the living room, since naturally I made some tea for myself as well.
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Aug 13, 2005 21:56:01 GMT -5
I smile and sip my tea. "Ah, see, I am easy to get along with when things go my way!" I say and laugh a little. "You are such a dear you know. Such a dear!."
I drink my tea happily and smile in caffeinated content.
"Calithin, I have had a terribly stressful schedual with all my speaking and traveling. Could I stay here. I am sure you can sleep on the couch and be perfectly content.¨"
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Post by Vissarion Myatezhnei on Aug 13, 2005 21:59:53 GMT -5
Finally I decide that I am done at Helene's house, mostly because she hasn't been around. I book a flight for France, which will arrive early in the morning tommorow. I depart for the airport, and then board my flight, all the while looking foreward to seeing Li again.
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Post by Calithin Crest on Aug 13, 2005 22:02:21 GMT -5
"Of course."
I reply in almost a whimper, see the couch is a showy-couch... And while showy-couches are great at looking sleek and impressing company, anyone who has tried to sleep on one will tell you it's quite impossible... It's all for the cause though I tell myself, all for the cause. The cause is bigger than my picky sleeping habits after all, and the cause is bigger than my ego... Well, maybe.
"You sure you don't want the couch? It's very comfortable... Like a cloud really."
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Aug 13, 2005 22:06:25 GMT -5
I sit up and put my hand on the couch, feeling the cushions. Although it is an attractive couch, I think it would be uncomfortable to sleep on.
"Oh, but Calithin, I need spreading space. I am one of those people that need a great big sleeping space so that I can toss and turn. I am too fussy to stay in the same position for too long and that couch would be confining for someone as nocturnally mobile as myself."
"Well, if you don´t like the couch, sleep on the floor. I will even let you sleep in your own room if you want and give you a blanket if you like..."
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Post by Tom McLeod on Aug 13, 2005 22:08:06 GMT -5
Fortunately my parents used to be socialists, and though they drifted away from politics almost entirely after I was born they still hold onto it in a nostalagic way if nothing else. My parents then explain some of the political things they used to do.
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Post by Calithin Crest on Aug 13, 2005 22:12:30 GMT -5
"Yea, well..."
I lead into it as if I had any more to say but there is nothing, I have no argument. I will be like a homeless person, sleeping on the cold ground with nothing but a blanket.
"Fine. You can take my bed. You can sleep on my sheets which are pure Egyptian cotton and cost about as much as a Volvo I'll have you know... You can just use my pillow which I have worn in for years so it is just the way I like it. Go ahead... Sure. You do that."
I cross my arms and look away, although I am being a bit dramatic... But oh well, this is my personal equivalent to the end of the world.
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Aug 13, 2005 22:16:29 GMT -5
"Thanks." I say and walk to his room not sensing any sarcasm or grief from him. I examine his room and see that it, like the rest of his place, is exceptionally neat. I pull a blanket off the bed and throw it on the floor for him.
"I like to sleep with my head elevated so I am keeping the pillows. But here."
I pull off the sweater I am wearing over a thinner shirt and ball it up for him.
"You can rest your head on this. It is "like" a pillow, except for small and scratchy."
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Aug 13, 2005 22:21:26 GMT -5
Linnea looked up from a painting she was fixing in the middle of the gallery. "Oh hello," she turned and gave a warm look.
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