Erich Von Hendrich
Provisional Member
German Communist Engineer
The Sword leaves a bigger mark on the world than the pen
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Post by Erich Von Hendrich on Mar 2, 2005 12:18:51 GMT -5
Erich truned to the man.
"I'm going for a political meeting. Currently the group's activitiy have been to a halt in St. Petersburg."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 2, 2005 12:21:57 GMT -5
"I am actually heading to a meeting as well. It would be interesting if we were going to the same one. You aren't a member of the International Party for Socialist Revolution are you?" Bassarov asks the stranger. It seems a little too strange that he too would be going to the meeting.
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Erich Von Hendrich
Provisional Member
German Communist Engineer
The Sword leaves a bigger mark on the world than the pen
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Post by Erich Von Hendrich on Mar 2, 2005 12:23:59 GMT -5
He jumped at that erie statement
"...Yes that is the meeting. That was uncanny."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 2, 2005 12:27:56 GMT -5
"It is not so uncanny, since many socialists from all over Europe are going to this meeting. I imagine there are others on the train as well. But, we should speak quietly about this, since the party is being persecuted in many countries. Russia is not alone." He expalains.
"I am traveling as a delegate to the meeting since our local leader in Petrozavodsk is ill. This is my first time doing this kind of thing."
"Oh my name is Valodya Bassarov by the way..and you are?"
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Erich Von Hendrich
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German Communist Engineer
The Sword leaves a bigger mark on the world than the pen
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Post by Erich Von Hendrich on Mar 2, 2005 12:31:45 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you Mr. Bassarov. I'm Erich von Hendrich. I'm from Stettin, Germany"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 2, 2005 12:34:06 GMT -5
"Wonderful, well, we have at least three hours left before we arrive in Moscow. I don't know how much I can stand this smelly hell of a train ride, but it was nice meeting you. Is this your first time at one of these large conventions or are you pretty politically seasoned? I must admit, that I am rather new at all of this."
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Erich Von Hendrich
Provisional Member
German Communist Engineer
The Sword leaves a bigger mark on the world than the pen
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Post by Erich Von Hendrich on Mar 2, 2005 12:35:53 GMT -5
"I'm pretty new to this as well. Most thing political intrest me, but whatever political insight I gain I rarely ever get the chance to use."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 2, 2005 12:41:04 GMT -5
"I agree. I find it very fascinating. I am actually majoring in political science in college. I would like to some day be a professor of political science, but, with the world as it it, who knows what I will be."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 2, 2005 13:18:11 GMT -5
((Political alignments are now up!))
I wake up with no breath in my lungs, and struggle to take a deep breath, but to no avail. Instead, I inhale a lot of dust, and am mostly unsuccessful at coughing it out with this piece of debris on my back.
I slide onto my back, and with the help of my assault rifle, pry the rubble off of my person. I collapse, bruised and bleeding on the ground, and begin to cough hysterically. No sooner do I start then I am kicked by someone. Exactly what I need. I draw my hand gun and aim it at this insensitive prick.
"Maybe I should put you in jail for attacking a special ops member."
I wasn't actually a member of Spetnaz, I was just pissed.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 2, 2005 13:26:46 GMT -5
Heikki rolls his eyes at the man. His Russian is not very good, and he didn't notice that this man was a soldier before he kicked him.
"Mene Jouseen..." He replies in Finnish. He runs his hand through his hair and stares at the moon.
"So what, you think I respect authority, do you? Who are you but another piece of human filth? Apparently you think you are something special though." He says with a heavy Finnish accent.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 2, 2005 15:12:56 GMT -5
I spin my handgun around by the trigger guard, and catch it by the barrel. With one fell swoop, I strike Heikki in the temple, immediately tossing him to the ground.
I rest my foot inbetween his shoulder blades, pull up his hands, and tie them together with the stretchy piece of plastic (I don't know what they're actually called, plastic handcuffs or something.)
I pull him up by his wrists, and say nothing as I lead him to my car.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 2, 2005 15:16:29 GMT -5
Heikki is both stunned and amused by this. He doesn't struggle as he is lead to the car.
"You have bigger things to worry about than Finnish tourists."
He figures he will call himself a Finnish tourist since he is Finnish and a visitor to Russia.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 2, 2005 15:19:45 GMT -5
I throw him in the back, and get into the car, holstering my handgun and putting my bent assault rifle on the passenger's seat. The car starts up, and we head back to the police station.
"Assaulting a police officer is pretty serious, and it's even more serious for the military. You're lucky I didn't just shoot you."
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 2, 2005 15:21:19 GMT -5
"That was a pretty big explosion. I would think that someone who came so near death would be humbled or changed. Maybe things would start...looking different." He replies cooly.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 2, 2005 15:33:27 GMT -5
"Speak for yourself." I reply, annoyed and bruised. We pull into the parking lot and I step out of the car, grabbing Heikki and pull him into the booking room.
"He was found near the explosion downtown. I was knocked unconscious, and he thought it'd be funny to kick me a few times." I tell the officer. She looks at me, then at Heikki, then back at me and begins writing the report.
"Sit down over there." She says to both of us without pointing or indicating where she was talking about. We sit down.
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