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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 8, 2005 22:41:12 GMT -5
Sakari blinks a few times, and sits down on the bed.
"Oh why not. This could be interesting. I trust you." I say, caught up in the spontenaety of all of this.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 8, 2005 22:46:29 GMT -5
Cambridge opens up hir satchel, where sie keeps notes and books. Inside, sie has some clothes and makeup.
Sie smiles to hirself as sie begins to apply foundation to Sakari's face. Sie pats it on lightly. Strangely, they have about the same skin tone and are about the same size, though he is taller.
Sie applies mascara, liquid eye liner, and lipstick, which makes Sakari look pretty in an unusual way.
"You would make a nice girl." Sie says as sie applies a light bronze to his cheek bones. "I used to want to be a guy, until I realized that guys suck." Once away from the other socialists and the cafe, sie is not as anti social, but is interesting and energetic.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 8, 2005 22:50:42 GMT -5
Sakari examines himself in her minature mirror thing, and gets a good look at his face from all angles.
"Yeah maybe... And you're right, guys do suck." I say, still infatuated with this image before me. "I can honestly say that nobody has ever put make up on me before, including myself, and especially after I've first met them. You are a very interesting person. The quiet ones usually are."
Sakari closes the mirror, and stands up.
"So, do you really think I'd look good as a woman? How about I dress up as a woman and you dress up as a man, then we can go to a bar together."
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 8, 2005 22:56:35 GMT -5
"Oh well, I don't know. You make the biggest, tallest girl I have seen in a while... I mean, you won't be fooling anyone. But you look cute that way. And I am not THAT quiet. I just didn't have anything to say. I actually love public speaking and can be quite charasmatic within the WSM. Like gender, I try not to limit myself to introversion or extoversion. I just do what strikes me as best in each given situation." Sie replies.
"I guess I am not as gender nuetral as I am gender flexible. But whatever. So you wanted to go to a bar? That would be fun. I have this cute hawiian print dress that would look adorable on you."
Sie gets up and puts hir short wig back on. Sie reaches in hir bag and pulls out a black and purple print hawaii dress.
"Go ahead, try it on."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 8, 2005 23:01:16 GMT -5
Sakari smiles. "Oh come on, I'm not that tall..." He says, and takes the dress into the bathroom to change.
I come back out, and twist a little in both directions to get a good look at my legs. There was no full length mirror in the bathroom.
"Are my legs too butch, or does this work?" Sakari asks as if he were comparing ties. "I don't know, I think I make a pretty decent chick, what do you think?"
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 8, 2005 23:10:14 GMT -5
"The legs are fine, but I am not sure about pairing the neon converse sneakers with the dress. Oh, it doesn't really matter."Sie says as sie puts on hir jacket. Sie folds hir arms behind hir back. Sie is actually very tired from not eating all day, but that is what sie must do to keep hir shapeless figure. Hir family always thought sie was anorexic. Too bad there wasn't an easier way to sculpt hirself. Sie feels dizzy suddenly and sits down on the floor. "I don't feel well. I feel light headed. I need some water." Sie says suddenly. The fun atmosphere of the room suddenly fades as sie passes out onto the floor. Sometimes sie pushes hir body too far for the results that sie wants. Some might call it a mental illness or an obsession. It is something that even sie does not understand entirely.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 8, 2005 23:17:43 GMT -5
"Hey, are you alright?" Sakari asks after she passes out. He picks her up and carries her to the bed, wondering if he should call an ambulance or not.
I run into the bathroom and get some water, then head back into the other room and rest it on the night stand beside hir.
Sakari decides to let hir rest, and keeps a close watch in case something happens. Or in case something has happened and he hasn't caught it yet. Maybe she's dehydrated or something... She's very thin, it must be hard to keep up the struggle to be androgynous when you hate the fact that you're born with such things as breasts.
I lean back on the bed, still in the dress, and flip on the television without the sound. Commercials were the most entertaining without the sound on, as were news broadcasts. I begin to think about how fortunate I am having been born with this body. It's easier for a man to pull it off than a woman, and all this time, I've taken it for granted.
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 9, 2005 0:03:21 GMT -5
"Right then." Peter picks his bag up and slings it over his shoulder. "Fukuri, take care of yourelf. I'll be back in a few days." Peter leads Cynthia to the elevator again. They take it down to the parking garabe, where Peter retrieves his car: a navy blue sports car. He tosses his bag into the back and gets in on the driver's side. Once Cynthia is in he pulls out and hits the road. Within half an hour their on the freeway, heading east at a good clip. "So what do you do Cynthia? You can't be on the best job terms right now if your hitchhiking to Montana."
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Set Dudek
Provisional Member
American Weapons Specialist
Stand up defend or lay down and die.
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Post by Set Dudek on Mar 9, 2005 1:47:56 GMT -5
Set sat down in The lobby of the hotel he was supposed to meet Bassarov here where was. Set had hoped this hadn't happened but after all there were on diffrent sides but didn't mean they coulnd't chatch up on old times.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 9, 2005 6:53:12 GMT -5
(to Set)
Cambridge wakes up sometime later. Sie takes the glass of water and eats some crackers. "I wish there was an easier way for me to be what I want to be." Sie thinks to hirself. "Maybe I am insane. Maybe I should just accept that I am a woman. I don't know. I don't know.' Sie says quiet and despairingly. Sie struggles with this off and on. This urge away from the gender sie was born from. Sie hasn't always understood what it is sie wanted to be, just that being a woman is unpleasant. Sie looks at Sakari and sees that he is now soundly sleeping. Sie regrets that sie revealed too much about hirself to him and now he must think sie is some psycho. Sie feels a deep anxiety over this as sie looks at the smeared makeup on his face. "I have to go." Sie puts on hir cap and walks back to the socialist meeting. In the lobby sie notices a man loitering around. (Set)
"Can I help you find something or someone?" Sie asks him.
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Set Dudek
Provisional Member
American Weapons Specialist
Stand up defend or lay down and die.
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Post by Set Dudek on Mar 9, 2005 10:56:34 GMT -5
Oh no i'm fine i'm just waiting for an old friend. Set stares at the woman for a little longer where have i seen you before he asks Sie.
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Post by kasimir on Mar 9, 2005 12:02:46 GMT -5
"It does not matter," Kasimir replied. "Not to us, not to you and me."
As they caught up with Frigga, she lit a cigarette and shoved it into Heikki's mouth.
"Philosophy was never my strong point, but it seems to be your drug." She said, directed Heikki. She dropped her heavy luggage and lit a cigarette of her own. She picked the suitcase back up and continued walking, Kasimir in tow.
"She seems to like you, but it is... inconsequential, as they say."
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Post by Cynthia "Sparkles" Twostars on Mar 9, 2005 13:44:36 GMT -5
Cynthia stares idly out the window for the majority of the trip, and pulls out a much needed cigarette. "I'm sort of a whore." She says, struggling to light the cancer stick in front of her. She slides her lighter back into her pack of cigarettes, and uses the car's lighter. She inhales, as though she were on a deep sea expedition, and were taking a breath of fresh air.
"I know in the business world, we're all sort of whores, but I'm one in the deeper sense of the word." She says, turning her attention back to Peter as though her profession was no big deal. "Do you have rich parents or something? What do you do?"
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Post by dariya on Mar 9, 2005 16:42:11 GMT -5
"You're right. We don't want to risk our lives. Let's take a drive in the suburbs and drive over peoples' dogs and cats." I suggest to Alexander as we barely miss a car. This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be. Soon I will have to join some nihilists or something, but right now I don't care.
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Post by Sarah "Fish" Fischer on Mar 9, 2005 16:43:45 GMT -5
((Hey Septimus, I'd like to remind you that you are playing a Chechen rebel. They are Muslim nationalists who want their own separate country, Chechnya, instead of being a part of Russia. Please play the role.))
Dylan leans back in hir chair a bit as sie watches the first speaker. Sie chooses to not make any comments on the corny pun, since Toivo seems like a really nice guy.
"That's up for debate. Personally, I don't think it is. I think that people are naturally inclined to be different genders, but the physiological expression of those genders isn't always correct. I was raised to be female, but I am not female. Also, there are notable differences in the brains of different genders. I think that gender as it is expressed and percieved in our society is partially a social construct, because there are many traits associated with different genders which are not necissarily a trait that is exclusive or descriptive of that gender. Furthermore, the binary system of genders in our society is flawed, incorrect, and limited. There are way more than two, or even three genders," Dylan whispers. Sie does not want to interrupt the speaker.
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