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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Mar 3, 2005 18:45:41 GMT -5
I return to my seat and ask an IRA member if I can get off at the stop.
"I'm not British and haven't even been to Ireland. Can I get off at the next stop with the passengers?"
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Ian "Mad" Sweeney
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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 Mar 3, 2005 18:48:06 GMT -5
"You're bloody welcome. Don't get me wrong of course, I am certainly not a Socialist. I believe in the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. I am a worker, and I apreciate what you Reds did for the union movement,"
Sweeney takes out another cigarette, the other one abandoned on the floor of first class. Watching it burn a hole in the expensive carpet before snuffing it was satisfying.
"I don't really care what kind of government Ireland has, as long as we get to pick for ourselves, and as long as we can be Irish."
Sweeney turns to the Russian girl.
" 'Couse you can. We have no quarrel with you. You wanna get off, you get off."
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Mar 3, 2005 18:50:52 GMT -5
When the train makes its stop, I get off and call a cab. I take the cab the rest of the way to Moscow, but the whole terrorist ordeal scared me a little. I am glad I'm not British.
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Post by alex on Mar 3, 2005 18:53:13 GMT -5
Oh, i wont. But could i please have a bottle of water? I'm dreadfully dehydrated. He licks his lips.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 3, 2005 18:53:31 GMT -5
"I understand. Not all socialists are atheists. There are some Christian socialists groups in Europe but I have little experience or knowledge of them." Bassarov replies. He decides it is best to cut the political talk. "Well Sakari, we'll have an interesting story to tell at the meeting."
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 3, 2005 18:53:41 GMT -5
What reasonable terrorists. Peter opens his eyes and raises his head. Why do I get the feeling that there's more to this than Deepthroat mentioned? Damn it all...
Peter crawls to the edge of the car, in position to drop down onto the platform below. The positioning was horrible. He couldn't open the sliding door to enter the car while keeping a sight on someone and he didn't want to try and threaten a terrorist from the otherside of a metal and glass door.
He had to wait until the man left, then he could check on the hostages, if that's what they were.
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Ian "Mad" Sweeney
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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 Mar 3, 2005 18:58:03 GMT -5
"There are a lot of other things that I disagree with you blokes on, like I don't believe that life is all about class struggle. There's so much more to it. I don't like the idea of the government handin' out food. I like to earn my own food on my table. There's something to be said for earning one's own meat and potatoes," Sweeney lights his cigarrette, and inhales deeply. He smiles cheekily.
"well, I'm glad we livened up your trip somewhat."
((Be back in an hour. Dinner.))
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 3, 2005 18:58:06 GMT -5
Sakari smiles, and grabs himself a Dr. Pepper.
"This is true. We sympathize with you cats and your right of self determination." I say, deciding that it's best not to attempt another Irish accent, and didn't catch the fact that Bassarov was trying to change the subject.
Sakari smiles. He's glad to know that Ian knows where they're coming from.
"That's much better than other people's arguments against us." I reply cheerily.
"And truth be told, I have issues with materialism as well. Though those are personal qualms." Sakari replies, adding the disclaimer because he knows he's under party discipline not to talk against their political line.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 3, 2005 19:01:30 GMT -5
"So tell me about yourself Sakari, we haven't had much time to talk. I think you mentioned you are from Finland.." Bassarov says, trying to strike up a nuetral conversation.
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Post by alex on Mar 3, 2005 19:01:35 GMT -5
Alex was ignored so he decided to be quiet.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 3, 2005 19:15:49 GMT -5
((Sorry it took so long to modify my last post, I'm juggling a million IM's right now))
Sakari nods his head.
"Yes, that is right. I've always been somewhat of a wanderer since I was young." I reply, going out of the way not to mention my mother. "And have had a lot of luck with poker. Good and bad that is. Good enough to get me this far in life."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 3, 2005 19:19:14 GMT -5
"A traveling poker player socialist. It is interesting. I have never played poker. I am not really good at card games. Maybe I have bad luck, but then, I really don't believe in luck."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 3, 2005 19:25:10 GMT -5
"Okay, I just need to do this." I say to Tanya, just before I'm about to leave. I kiss her on the cheek, doing my best not to look around at the others when I do so. My tone of voice changes dramatically when I talk to Tanya than if I spoke to anyone else.
"I'll be back soon, okay? You can spend some time in my room until I get back. Or you can hang out in the mess hall."
"Mischa, let's go!" My CO shouts. I stand at attention, kiss Tanya on the cheek again, and rush out the door, grabbing an assault rifle on the way.
We all pile into the back of an APC (Armored Personnel Carrier) and drive in what seems to be random directions. Nobody can tell where we're going, since it's all enclosed.
"Oh Mischa, I love you. Please, take me now! But honey, I told you that I never liked women..." One of the soldiers says, laughs roar through the back of the APC.
"No no... 'Honey, you remember I told you before we were dating that I don't have a dick...'" More laughs roar through the back. I'm in high school all over again.
"Hey, shut your fucking mouth, alright? You don't know how damn manipulative she is..."
"All girls are manipulative, grow a spine Mischa." I lean back against the wall of the APC and stare up at the ceiling.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Mar 3, 2005 19:31:07 GMT -5
I look out the side window of the Air Force transport helicopter down at the missile base in North Dakota as we maneuver in to land. Finally we do land, and I throw open the door and jump out and begin to walk to the enterence to the underground base. It is cold so I gather my trench coat around myself as I walk across the field, and then down the long stair to the SAC base...
Inside the base is much warmer. I walk with my hands at my sides until I reach the main control room, and see the man I want to talk to. "General Mitchell, a word with you."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 3, 2005 19:35:00 GMT -5
"Start playing poker, and you'll change your mind about luck. You know that saying 'there are no athiests in foxholes'? Well, there are no athiests at a poker table." Sakari says.
"I lost all of my money by a begginer who had impossible luck. I had him from the beginning, but that damned four of hearts came out..." I say, realizing that I'm probably alienating him.
"But such is life." Sakari says, shrugging his shoulders. "Sometimes you are duct taped and bleeding on the floor from terrorists, and sometimes you're sharing drinks with them."
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