|
Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Aug 9, 2005 21:43:28 GMT -5
This thread brought to you by my MP3 list, and Heikki's inability to tell me that it's a stupid thread name
;D
|
|
|
Post by Natasha Nechayev on Aug 17, 2005 21:42:18 GMT -5
Natasha walks quietly into the house so she can avoid people. She takes no pleasure in the fact that she is govered, head to toe, in dirt. Apperently, there was a party that she didn't know about and the guys greatest fantasy was to have two half naked girls roll around in dirt. She felt absoultly disgusting, since it had worms and God-knows what else in it. She swears the second Heikki is ready, she will quit and not look back.
But for now, as Natasha steps into the shower, all she can look forward to is feeling clean again.
|
|
|
Post by Heikki Toivonen on Aug 17, 2005 21:47:12 GMT -5
Heikki heard Natasha come in, but didn't see her since she went right upstairs. He figures she must have had a rough night at work. He heads up to his room and does some reading, waiting for her to get out of the shower so he can talk.
|
|
|
Post by Helene DeBoís on Aug 17, 2005 21:56:58 GMT -5
Helene returns home and tosses her briefcase into a chair. Work was never easy and she hated it when she got all the trouble kids first things in the morning.First, the notes, which said lewd things about what the male students wanted to do with her. Tempting, since they are very cute but jailbait.
Then the fight... the principal hitting on her... and the janitor... and the new, fat guy.
She pulls off her square glasses and looks at the answer machine. 3 messages. Message one is from Winter. Message two is from the principal... ew... and message three is from Jose. She smiles and picks up the phone to call him.
|
|
|
Post by Natasha Nechayev on Aug 17, 2005 22:00:02 GMT -5
Natasha gets out the shower, wraps a towel around herself and goes into the room. She instantly smiles when she sees Heikki in there. "Hi. What are you reading?"
|
|
|
Post by Heikki Toivonen on Aug 17, 2005 22:03:41 GMT -5
"It's a Russian novel called Dead Souls. It is about a Russian guy in the earlier 1800s who goes around buying the rights to dead peasants as a get rich quick scheme." He replies, and closes his book. He smiles at Natasha. "So work was rough?"
|
|
|
Post by Natasha Nechayev on Aug 17, 2005 22:10:53 GMT -5
Natasha raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything concerning the book. It just sounds... too weird. "Oh work was work. Stripping, doing a few lapdances... rolling around in dirt and bugs with another girl for a bachalor party..." She shrugs as if they were talking about the weather. "How was your day?"
|
|
|
Post by Heikki Toivonen on Aug 17, 2005 22:15:05 GMT -5
"Oh." Heikki replies rather stupidly. He should know better than to ask her about work. "Well, I just did some volunteering with anarchist today. It is kind of lonely around here, if you noticed." He comments.
|
|
|
Post by Linnea Korpela on Aug 17, 2005 22:29:18 GMT -5
Linnea looks at Garret. "Sure maybe I'll stop over later," Linnea nods and watches him leave. She turned to Henna. She felt like she was intruding. "I guess I will also head out. Maybe I'll talk to you again later. Bye Henna."
|
|
|
Post by gabby on Aug 18, 2005 0:28:10 GMT -5
I went back to the hotel and enter my room. I went to the bathroom and took a long shower. I kept thinking my father when he was still alive before he his heart attack and was died almost instantly. My mom thought she gonna gets the money from my old man's insurance but in his will, he has given me the property of our home and the money. After 40 minutes or so, I turn off the water, dried myself and put on a red satin gown. I climb onto my bed and started to daydream a bit.
|
|
|
Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 18, 2005 4:10:57 GMT -5
Bassarov and Sakari walk for a while through Helsinki and as the day wears on, Bassarov becomes less upset about his stolen laptop. "It has to have been one of his friends. How annoying." He says of the theft. "But oh well, I guess I will just have to volunteer to work a little more."
"As a word of advice, I have come to the conclusion that being employed by a friend is quite degrading. I think Henna likes this imbalance of power between us. Just a hunch..."
|
|
|
Post by deacon on Aug 18, 2005 4:14:54 GMT -5
Turning on the news, Gerard watched the precedings with a glum sort of anticipation. It's so bloody hard to stand, he thought as he listened to the latest blurb. And I can do something about it, his inner monologue chimed, causing him to sink moodily into the couch. It was absolute cock-and-bull, of course, but...
Sighing the sigh of a resigned man, he flopped off his couch, and started packing, placing books into a dirt and grime encrusted suitcase with the reverent touch of a man in love. He'd have to beg someone to run the shop well he was gone, of course, but the real problem was thinking were to start. He didn't really have any contacts, not anymore, but he'd fix that. For now, he needed to get to London.
|
|
|
Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Aug 18, 2005 4:32:40 GMT -5
Sakari smirks.
"Oh come now, that makes things fun." I reply.
"Maybe power imbalance is what you need. I've learned a lot from it."
|
|
|
Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 18, 2005 4:33:44 GMT -5
"Hmm." Bassarov replies and is quiet for a while as they walk. "I suppose that we should head back. I just hope he doesn't have friends over again." Bassarov says of their roommate.
|
|
|
Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Aug 18, 2005 4:43:15 GMT -5
"Yeah me too... Sorry about that, his friends are ah..." Sakari pauses to scratch his head vigorously.
"Well. They're wankers. Though I'm sure we could make do even if they are all there." I say, walking beside Valodya back towards the apartment.
"You just need to lay the law down with them. They're harmless. Obnoxious, but harmless." Sakari says, as though one point in his life he actually laid the law down for them. This really isn't true.
|
|