Myonley Love
Party Sympathizer
Constitutionalist Student
Who, me?
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Post by Myonley Love on Apr 29, 2009 21:35:45 GMT -5
"Nah, I can't drink either. I gotta haul my own butt home after this on a motorcycle." Myonley sighed. Everyone in her group had taken a taxi to the rave except herself. She didn't like cabs, or cars really. They were like cages on wheels. When ever she got in one she felt claustrophobic and hopelessly trapped. She looked to the dance floor where her friends and many other drunk and coked up party goers were dancing sloppily and unstably on their wobbily legs. She smiled at their goofy moves and looked back to Tuvya with eager playful eyes. "Hey, since you ain't goin' anywhere yet, wanna dance?" she asked nodding towards the dance floor, "I bet we can do better on our feet than the rest of 'em out there."
She stood up and held out her hand covered in worn henna designs and assorted rings to take hold of encouragingly.
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Hillel Alter Noga
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Gun smuggler/ Arms dealer
Any War Lord worth two shits keeps me on speed dial.
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Post by Hillel Alter Noga on May 1, 2009 14:07:59 GMT -5
By this point Hillel was engaged in a heated argument with a stripper, debating furiously that he'd mistakenly given her a hundred when he ment to only give her fifty.
"Hey! I've gotten better lap dances for free, you fucking second rate ballerina!" He grumbled. A bouncer approached Hillel and put a hand on his shoulder, and he whirled around to face him. A sober human without multiple opiates in his system might have realized he would be absolutely no match for the opposing man, but unfortunately Hillel could not have possibly been farther from this state of mind even if he'd simply rolled in a field of poppies.
"What the fuck is your problem? Do you know who I am?" Hillel simply growled, "I make more then you do in a year, you bulky fuck!"
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Tuvya Iyov Noga
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Gun smuggler/Arms dealer
Fear can save your life. Panic can kill you.
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Post by Tuvya Iyov Noga on May 2, 2009 8:58:17 GMT -5
Tuvya would gladly dance with the young woman he just met, but when he reaches out to take her hand he notices a commotion erupt at Hillel's table.
"Uh, I'm sorry but I think we're leaving."
Tuvya retracts his hand from Myonley and stands, quickly bumping through the crowd to his brother's table. Hillel was mouthing off to a dancer and a bouncer, and Tuvya comes up behind him and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Excuse him, I think he's ready to go home and sleep this off. Hook me up with a bottle of crown, what's the total tab?"
Tuvya pays for the tab and stashes his bottle into a brown paper bag and shoulders Hillel, trying to keep him quiet (Not likely).
Tuvya really wanted to talk to the new girl he met, she looked young and apparently liked to dance. As he comes by her table he sets Hillel on a seat for a second and smiles.
"I'm Tuvya, this is my brother Hillel," he knew that their names gave away their ethnicity, and expects most people to ask about it. "We're heading to the hotel room to bed, but you should call me, I'll probably be in London awhile." He rips out a note pad and writes out his name and cell phone number. "You should, uh, text me or somethin' and I'll take you up on that dance sometime." He hands her the note.
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Myonley Love
Party Sympathizer
Constitutionalist Student
Who, me?
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Post by Myonley Love on May 2, 2009 19:02:02 GMT -5
"Hillel and Tuvya.." she repeated to herself. Huh, she wondered what ethnicity they were.. Finnish maybe? (She decided long ago never to guess out loud what someone's ethnicity was) Myonley took the note, tucking her long black hair out of her face to read it.. She had never texted before. Let alone even talked on a cellphone. Her mother said she should get one when she moved to London. It was impossible to survive in a city without one. Plus everyone looked at her like she was a caveman when she told them she had no cellphone, just a landline. "Thanks. It was very nice to meet you, I will call.. And, oh! I'm Myonley." She crammed the piece of paper in her tight jeans pocket then shook his hand. She thought about telling her last name because her first name sounded incomplete like a broken phrase without it. But she refrained and decided to let them have fun mad libbing it in their heads. "Have a safe trip back to your hotel."
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Post by Karl van den Berg on May 4, 2009 7:28:33 GMT -5
Karl and his two comrades enetered Upington airport. They had arrived early, and had three hours to wait for their flight. 'Great', thought Karl sarcasticly. He hated waiting, and he hated his subordinates. They treated him like an amateur, showed him no respect.
Karl made his way out front for a smoke.
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Post by Chris Frost on May 5, 2009 0:03:54 GMT -5
Chris recognized seeing this man on the train, and casually observed him. Since he was dressed like a traveler it wouldn't be too hard to approach him, they were the only white people out there.
"Hey mate, you speak English?"
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on May 9, 2009 7:43:06 GMT -5
To MagdalenaPushing his hair out of his eyes, Eisak continued on his walk through the Berlin streets. He had been in Germany for a couple days, looking for his dealer of arms. He needed a special bomb, one that could take out a city. A city like New York. Unfortunately, no such bomb existed to his knowledge and, therefore, he probably wasn't going to get it.
Finally reaching his destination, Eisak stopped and reached into his pocket. Getting out a cigarette, Eisak also got out a lighter to light the tobacco. Cupping his hands around the flame, he sucked in and the cigarette was lit.
Eisak was ready to pay good money today. The German Socialist Party was in support of his lies, and Eisak was going to take down America once and for all. pro_welcome
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Post by Karl van den Berg on May 10, 2009 6:54:41 GMT -5
Karl van den Berg - Yeah, I speak English. The name's Karl by the way.
Karl placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.
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Myonley Love
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Constitutionalist Student
Who, me?
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Post by Myonley Love on May 11, 2009 17:52:58 GMT -5
((To Eisak))
"How cruel and unusual.." Myonley thought, "..For a teacher to assign reading on break time.."
She stared at the book in her hands. She was currently exploring Berlin on her Spring Vacation, yet she still had homework to do. Homework she really couldn't do on her own since her reading and writing skills sucked.. REALLY bad. Her literature teacher had come to know this and started giving harder reading assignments. She didn't believe Myonley deserved to be in college, let alone in a British one because of her being an "illiterate, ignorant American" as she put it. Myonley did feel kind of ashamed of herself, being the only American in the college and not even knowing how to read. She was a poor representative brains wise.
"Even the guy's name is damn near impossible to read!" she cursed to herself, placing her finger underneath the author's name.
She took another bite of her apple as she concentrated on pronouncing the name. She'd been trying to sound it out as she took a lunch break on a bench. "Eeee sak... Vee.. Praw kaw.. feev?...." she paused, that didn't sound right either. Then it clicked, "Ah-HA! EISAK!"
She pronounced the author's first name correctly and triumphantly loud, causing a woman passing by to jump and move faster along. "Ha.. One word down.. Another few thousand to go." she grinned, opening the book up to Chapter 1 and beginning her battle with the intense piece of literature.
She was a die hard optimist. Even though she knew she couldn't read all that well, if hardly at all, she was determined to do it herself.
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on May 13, 2009 0:26:35 GMT -5
Eisak heard his name. What was going on?
Das Ende kept it's members' names secret, so who would know his name.
Searching out the source, Eisak saw that it was a young girl. Tapping her on the shoulder, Eisak decided to play it cool.
"Yes?"
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Myonley Love
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Constitutionalist Student
Who, me?
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Post by Myonley Love on May 13, 2009 21:33:50 GMT -5
"Huh?.." Myonley looked up at Eisak with sincerely puzzled emerald eyes. She hadn't spoke to him.. In fact he'd been standing quite a ways away, she couldn't had said anything to him she thought. A moment of awkward silence ensued, until an invisible light bulb turned on above her head.
"Oh!" she exclaimed with laughter, bumping her palm against her forehead as she realized the confusion, "I didn't mean to call you over here! I wasn't talkin' to anybody." She tapped the worn book in her lap, "I just pronounced the author's name right. His first name anyways... I was pretty proud of myself.."
She closed the book, showing him the name on the cover, then drummed her fingers on its hard surface. "Soo, just a wild guess. Your name is Eisak, isn't it?" she said, a humored smile spreading across her lips.
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on May 14, 2009 0:20:17 GMT -5
(Last post before I have to go until Monday)
...And Eisak gave away his identity and positition. Now, for sure, the Nazis wouldn't deal anything to him. For sure, he was screwed. He was going to devestate the city of New York, preferably the recently rebuilt Twin Towers, but not any more. Things weren't going anywhere near correct.
Eisak decided to play it cool, like he had done with that Karl figure.
"Indeed," he said. Continuing, he also said, "To say the least, this is awkward..."
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Myonley Love
Party Sympathizer
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Who, me?
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Post by Myonley Love on May 24, 2009 15:43:08 GMT -5
Little did Myonley know that she had just foiled this guy's plans to conspire with Nazis to attack her homeland, and was an accidental counter terrorist. (Hooray for Myonley! A true.. Uh, oblivious.. American hero.. ) She just thought that maybe he was embarrassed easily in public. She adjusted her position and sat criss-cross, putting away her lunch and book back in her bag sitting on the ground beside her.
"Eh, don't worry about it. It's not too uncomfortable. There are more awkward things that could happen. " she reassured him, "I'm an awkward moment extrordinaire, I would know." She zipped her bag up and held her hand forth to him with a pleasant smile, "My name's Myonley. If you aren't running anywhere, we can play it cool, pretend I purposefully called you over, and chat for a bit. You live in Berlin, buddy? Or are you just visitin'?"
Many people found her forwardness a bit overwhelming, while others found it refreshing. But she was probably just making Eisak feel paranoid she was some sort of undercover counter terrorist with her chattiness and questions.
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Post by Eisak V. Prokofiev on May 25, 2009 3:01:05 GMT -5
Grunting in response, Eisak thinks for a moment on what to do.
He could run away, or he could stay here. The whole operation wasn't ruined. Then again, the girl now knew his name; not good.
He could kill her, but he didn't really have a good enough of a reason.
Very well, he'd play it cool like he originally decided.
"Yes," Eisak responded, taking a look around to make sure that his entire position wasn't compromised. "I do live here. However, I'm often away, especially with the rise of the German National Socialist Party, ya know?" pro_welcome
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Tyler Bargrin
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Owner of Black Wings Inc.
Kill, no mercy, no rest.
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Post by Tyler Bargrin on Sept 6, 2009 2:52:29 GMT -5
Tyler was aggravated and annoyed on several levels. He'd not had a mission to complete in a few days and, in a world like this, there was always someone to kill. He had plenty of money, but that wasn't the deli ma, he loved his job and did it for pleasure. Yawning, he lit up a cigarette and sat at his desk, waiting for something to do.pro_welcome
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