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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 3, 2005 21:34:53 GMT -5
Peter checks his clip and then climbs out of his hiding place, crouching on the connect platform, several cars back from first class. Now was the time. They were all together. As soon as he was sure they thought they were out of the Russian's range, he'd act. Just a few minutes back here and then he'd move.
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Post by toivo on Mar 3, 2005 21:37:30 GMT -5
"Okay sure. I have to make a few more calls, and then we can pick you up. You want to give me your address?" I ask her. I have her address along with her telephone number on the list that I called her from, but I didn't want to sound creepy, so I decided not to tell her.
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Post by lulu on Mar 3, 2005 21:39:51 GMT -5
LuLu smiled a little. "I am at the San Fransico Train Station." LuLu looked out the window.
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Post by toivo on Mar 3, 2005 21:44:22 GMT -5
"Sounds good, we'll see you in about an hour." I say then hang up the phone.
I call a lot of other names down the list, and finally reach the last one, Sara Stern. I call her, but nobody answers, so I leave a message on her answering machine.
"Hello, my name is Toivo Koivisto. I'm calling in regards to the Green Party convention that will be held at UC Berkeley in a few days just to remind you. If you need any information, you can call my cell phone at-" I leave my cell number, then hang up.
((I'm gonna take a nap before work, and I most likely won't be on at all after 10 tonight. Have a good evening, sorry everthing is in limbo for the time being...))
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Post by alex on Mar 3, 2005 21:48:37 GMT -5
OOC: Great. I'm still a friggen hostage xD
IC: Alex struggles to his feet. He looks around then sits back down. He needed somthing to drink.
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Post by beholdthevoid on Mar 3, 2005 22:38:34 GMT -5
I sign on to the internet and begin perusing some of the news reports, looking at several sites and using what I know of each site to piece together a plausible theory on the events of today. I don't see much action from any of the men that Peter is looking into, but it never hurts to check.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 3, 2005 22:38:35 GMT -5
Bassarov gets off the train and stretches. "Well, here we are in Moscow. The meeting starts tomorrow afternoon. We have some time to explore the city. Have you ever been to Moscow?" He asks Sakari and Erick.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 3, 2005 22:48:02 GMT -5
Heikki takes a long walk through Moscow. He will talk to the Chechens later. He needs another group to work for. His yen for destruction may not be met by them. They don't trust him. But then, no one trusts him. Alone, he walks through the city thinking cruel thoughts.
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Post by alex on Mar 3, 2005 22:48:05 GMT -5
Alex steps up, and moves his way twords the exit. We're here now. It was nice being your hostage. I'll remember to tell M15 that you want Ireland back. Well, good bye!
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on Mar 3, 2005 22:52:59 GMT -5
Alejos was looking around Moscow, checking out those cool Babooshka dolls that have all the leaders of Russia in them. Lenin, Stalin, Khruschev, Gorbachev, Yeltsin, Putin, etc. etc. He would buy one, but he has no idea what the exchange rate of dollars to roubles is so he'd probably get ripped off.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 3, 2005 22:56:39 GMT -5
Bassarov and the others walk around the city looking for the hotel where they are supposed to stay. Bassarov notices a lost looking hispanic man who bears an uncanny resemblance to Che Guevarra. He walks up to the man.
"Excuse me, you look lost. Can we help you with something?"
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Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on Mar 3, 2005 23:01:35 GMT -5
Alejos almost jumps, as he is rather spaztic and paranoid. He turns and sees that it's not some Russian police officer here to mug him or take him off to some prison for political prisoners.
"Uh, yeah. This is my first time in Russia and I have no clue where I am other than that this is Moscow and the store behind me sells babooshka dolls," he said with a nervous smile. He extended a hand. "My name is Alejos."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 4, 2005 0:10:26 GMT -5
"I think you mean matrushka dolls..." Bassarov says with a smile.
"My name is Valodya Bassarov, this is Sakari and Erich. If you are lost we can help you. Where are you headed?" Bassarov asks him. He has this odd feeling that maybe he has met this person before.
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Mar 4, 2005 0:14:54 GMT -5
(Post to Tonya)
When I arrive in Moscow, I call my friend Tonya. I simply must see how she is doing. I love her company KissKiss to death. I call her on the phone. "Tonya, I simply muuuust see you. I haven't seen you in ages. Can I come over?"
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 4, 2005 0:22:34 GMT -5
Heikki enters a cafe and takes a seat in a lonely corner. He gazes up at the television to see that the IRA high jacked a train en route to Moscow. He is pleased by this. He doesn't care about nationalism, or much else, but he likes to see people that he thinks deserve to suffer get what's coming to them.
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