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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 3, 2005 2:12:17 GMT -5
Post here when the other reaches 20, mateys.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 3, 2005 20:28:21 GMT -5
((Wow, I really overdo that pirate thing... I should start talking about ninjas instead.))
After what seemed like an eternity, the APC eventually rolls to a stop. Not surprisingly, we file out at a train station in Moscow, and everyone runs to their respective destinations, setting up an ambush when the train arrives.
I make sure the safety is still on on my ak-100, and wait patiently.
((So there's going to be 2 stops, and the second one will be at Moscow, right?))
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Post by lulu on Mar 3, 2005 20:29:48 GMT -5
LuLu answered. "I'm here..." LuLu whispered. She was still shaking badly and she finally dropped it as she looked at the T.V. and saw a wounded person walking through the ailes of the train. She squinted and they did a zoom in. It was her mother. LuLu screamed and dropped the phone and fell to her knees. She didn't pick up the phone she took off running through the train station. She was crying. "Mom!" She ran to her house and threw open the door. "Dad! It's mom...she's hurt!" She is on the train they hurt her!" She was shaking worse than before. "Dad...." LuLu looked at father passed out over the table and saw a bottle of pills and alcohol in his hands. "No....." She covered her mouth. LuLu sat down and tears fell. She left and walked back to the station. She now had no where to go. ((sorry I need to get this writer's boom gone lol))
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on Mar 3, 2005 20:32:29 GMT -5
The drive to Mexico was relatively uneventful, minus a few cops who pulled him over to collect some money. He still had more than enough to make it to Moscow. ************************************************************ LATER ************************************************************ The planeride is hell. He has the worst of the worst. The guy sitting next to him is so big that he has to put the arm rests up, the woman behind him won't shut up and there are two babies in the seats in front of him who won't stop crying.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 3, 2005 20:36:08 GMT -5
"It's pretty interesting that I, a revolutionary socialist, would have such beliefs. I'm not advocating simply giving up on what seems to be an insurmountable task, but rather there are lessons in everything. If you put a lot of time and effort into what seems to be an insurmountable task and you fail, you can draw lessons from it. If there are certain things that you can't benefit from, like dwelling on how many people will show up to this socialist meeting, then that won't accomplish anything." Sakari tries to explain.
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Ian "Mad" Sweeney
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Post by Ian "Mad" Sweeney on Mar 3, 2005 20:36:55 GMT -5
((Right. Lulu, there are no news teams or cameras in the train. You wouldn't be able to see your mother.))
The train stops at the first stop before Moscow.
"Mind if I borrow you for a second?" Sweeney asks Sakari.
"I need a hostage, and I don't want to go get one of those thick muppets in the front."
Sweeney says this as if it is no big deal.
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Post by lulu on Mar 3, 2005 20:40:29 GMT -5
((I never said they WERE ON the train))
LuLu called the man back and whispered. "Please be there." She wiped away tears.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 3, 2005 20:40:53 GMT -5
Bassarov watches as Sakari is "taken hostage". He is glad when the train finally arrives at teh station. It has been a long ride.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 3, 2005 20:41:57 GMT -5
Sakari nods.
"Yeah sure." I reply, standing up. "This will probably be best for us, since they might ask why they let everyone off except for the socialists before Moscow."
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on Mar 3, 2005 20:47:08 GMT -5
After what seems like forever, the plane arrives in Moscow. Alejos speaks next to no Russian, so customs is difficult until a translator arrives. It doesn't take long for him to move through customs and finally onto Russian soil.
"Nippy out... should've brought a jacket," he says, shivering.
He knows he can't ask where the Socialist meeting is and will just have to sort of... well... find it.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 3, 2005 20:49:10 GMT -5
A voice comes over the radio.
"They've made their first stop. Everyone except for squad leaders maintain radio silence."
I look around to see if everyone is well covered. If I didn't know where they were, it would be impossible to spot them. I continue the long wait underneath the terminal.
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Ian "Mad" Sweeney
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Post by Ian "Mad" Sweeney on Mar 3, 2005 20:51:00 GMT -5
((The train would have tinted windows. Most trains do, especially since she is in first class.))
"Alright then. Just let on like you're scared or something," Sweeney says as he puts a black bandana over the bottom half of his face, a crocheted hat, and a bandana around his forehead with the Irish flag on it. "My ma crocheted it for me," he explains.
Sweeney also takes out his gun.
"Don't worry, I've got the safetey catch on," he says as he presses it against Sakari's temple.
"Let's go meet the press."
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Tanya Schandez
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Post by Tanya Schandez on Mar 3, 2005 20:51:31 GMT -5
I see Mischa go and I sigh. I turn around as my frown turned into a huge smile as I dropped my shopping bags on the floor.
"Now, its time for a tan." I said. A retracatable chair thats travel size. I brought in also a travel tan light and set it up over the chair. I flipped the switch on unleashing the powerful light.
I take of my dress flashing off a cyan colored bathing suit. I take out some sunglasses from my purse and put them on. I lay on the chair bathing in the light. "If anyone needs me I'll be tanning...." And with that last sentance I dozed off into a Mischa dreamland.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 3, 2005 20:53:54 GMT -5
Sakari simply nods, and is pushed out the door. Despite his friendly attitude, he does genuinely begin to fear for his life having a gun pressed against his temple.
I hate guns.
Sakari begins to sweat, and tremble as he's cowed along.
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on Mar 3, 2005 20:54:54 GMT -5
(I've got to go in like two minutes.)
Alejos finally finds the place where the meeting is to take place and makes his way as inconspicuously as possible there. There were many people there as well, most seemed Russian. No duh, right? He stood out slightly, as he was a short Mexican who didn't speak any Russian...
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