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Post by alex on Mar 6, 2005 18:18:54 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry Mischa, that post was at 5:30am.
IC: A few days past, and Alexander is ready to continue his life. He decides to head back to the train station and see if his Yukon is still there. He gets up, and stumbles around, packing a few things, than flying their.
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Post by dariya on Mar 6, 2005 18:29:16 GMT -5
(post concerning Alex) I find an SUV parked in a field as I am going on a random walk. The keys are still inside. "This must be my lucky day." I get into the Yukon and start driving towards Moscow.
I think up a Dadaist poem along the way.
I DONT WANT TO GO OUT TODAY SOMETHING DIED UNDER THE DECK AND IS STINKING UP THE HOUSE I THINK IT WAS A SKUNK...
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Post by espiranza on Mar 6, 2005 18:37:34 GMT -5
My sisters and I return to our home late in the evening after working hard picking fruit all day. I am so tired I can barely stand, but since mother is sick, I have to make dinner. I pick some fresh vegetables from our small garden and put them on the stove to boil.
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Post by dariya on Mar 6, 2005 18:44:42 GMT -5
I drive my new SUV back to my home in Moscow. Since I live in an apartment in a big city, I don't need it, so I decide that I will sell it. I take it to a used car dealership and sell, then take the money and open my own bank account.
"What should I do? I have never had money before."
For the first time in years, I feel happy. Things like this don't happen to me. Now I have money. Hell, I could quit my job for a while. I don't have that many bills. I think of all the possibilities.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 6, 2005 18:57:04 GMT -5
Basssarov and the socialists take their seats in the back as the convention resumes. It is now time for more speakers. Bassarov leans back to face Alejos. "Did you say that you wanted to speak? Now is your chance." Bassarov returns this gaze to the podium, where a large Welsh socialist is taking about mine closings there. The topic is a little dry considering the last speaker proposed that they work with terrorists.
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Tanya Schandez
Provisional Member
Owner of KissKiss Cosmetics
Mischa, get over here.%\2\%
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Post by Tanya Schandez on Mar 6, 2005 18:58:59 GMT -5
"Yea, but Mischa is out defeating wretched communists." I said yawning. "Thier isn't too many shopping malls in Moscow with this war going on."
I get up and flip my hair. i get out a tube of lipstick and put it on. "But thiers plenty in this side of town." I said with a chuckle.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 6, 2005 19:00:33 GMT -5
Once again, Heikki has no luck finding Septimus. Frustrated and tired of searching he takes another walk. He pays attention to the fashions people are wearing. They disgust him. This expression of individuality, when internally they are all the same. He notices a vampire like woman dressed in goth clothes.
"Halloween is in October." He says as he passes her.
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Post by dariya on Mar 6, 2005 19:03:25 GMT -5
Some asshole says something snide as I am walking home. I give him the finger.
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Mar 6, 2005 19:05:16 GMT -5
"Let's go shopping then!"
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 6, 2005 19:07:02 GMT -5
"Wait, have we met before? You seem familiar." Heikki says, suddenly realizing that he remembers this woman from somewhere.
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Post by dariya on Mar 6, 2005 19:09:44 GMT -5
"No, we haven't."
"I found an SUV in a field today Sold it off made some money money buys happiness for just a little while. Did you know that?"
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 6, 2005 19:11:06 GMT -5
"It's just another drug."
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Post by alex on Mar 6, 2005 19:11:16 GMT -5
Alexander gets in a cab at the airport. He then drives through Moscow. He looks around and spots an SUV that looks like his. He dident know they drove those in Moscow.
He arrives at the station and doesent see his truck. He then heads back to the car lot to see if its his. It is.
2 hours later, and after a hard struggle with the manager at the car lot, he finally agrees to pay for his truck. He gets in and continues on his way.
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Post by dariya on Mar 6, 2005 19:12:34 GMT -5
I smirk at him. "And is it wrong to do drugs?"
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 6, 2005 19:14:32 GMT -5
"No, it is not wrong. Nothing is wrong. There is no such thing as right and wrong." He replies to her.
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