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Post by Cynthia "Sparkles" Twostars on Mar 15, 2005 23:41:13 GMT -5
Cynthia takes another shot. "aaaalright, then, you don't much seem to be enjoying your drink. You having guy troubles?" She asks, scootching closer to the officer.
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Post by tounela on Mar 15, 2005 23:41:26 GMT -5
"Oh, wonderful. You know I can't stand to go to a massuese. I think they are all perverts. I am sure of it. You are the only person in the world who I will allow to touch me. But really, you are such a good soul. Who wouldn't trust you?" I say, smiling. This time the smile is genuine.
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Post by alanis on Mar 15, 2005 23:46:32 GMT -5
" NO.. just problems miss.." Machial said as she back away from her. This girl is getting drunk. " what about you?" Machial says trying to change the subject. " WHY are you here. IS this your boyfriend."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 15, 2005 23:51:18 GMT -5
((Goodnight!))
I feel as though my arm is going to be torn off when she shakes it, not expecting such a firm grip. Perhaps it was some sort of inner sexism that didn't think a girl could have such a vice grip handshake, and I am now much more awake than I was five minutes ago.
"I'm not surprised. The Americans can't admit that they don't rule the world." I say, somewhat annoyed.
"And the Mossad sure knows how to get things done... As I'm sure... You know..." I clear my throat, realizing that I'm talking to a member of the Mossad.
"Well, anyways, what's on the agenda?"
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Post by Cynthia "Sparkles" Twostars on Mar 15, 2005 23:54:46 GMT -5
"Noo no no... He's just... He's just a guy! Who has a car... And I'm just a girl, with no car... I had to get to Montana, you know, and we just, ran into each other." Cynthia says, now touching the officer's shoulder. "I was just a lost puppy, and he was........." She holds her glass up into the air, pointing to somewhere off into the distance.
Cynthia sets her glass down after several seconds. "So, what's troubling you?"
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Post by toivo on Mar 16, 2005 0:00:25 GMT -5
I smile and lower my head.
"Aw... Well hey, we're all good souls here, that's why we're out on this picket line." I reply modestly.
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 16, 2005 0:01:09 GMT -5
Peter blinks. He looks around. He had the odd sensation someone was watching... He spots Cynthia and the cop they saw before sitting together. Cynthia was looking a little slothed and seemed to be pointing at him.
Peter sighs and walks towards them, weaving between people. He can't hear them over the crowd, not yet. It takes a little time to work his way to their table. He stops next to Cynthia and bends down, putting his head level with her's. "I suppose it's a good thing I'm driving? How'd you get this drunk so fast?"
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Post by tounela on Mar 16, 2005 0:04:20 GMT -5
I laugh out loud, something that sounds like an awkward honking noise.
"Excuse me, the sun is making me delirious." I say as we walk back to my hotel. We take the elevator up to my room.
"If it wasn't for your modesty I doubt I would care for you at all. You really are something else, Toivo. Everyone must love you to pieces. I personally couldn't live without you."
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Post by Cynthia "Sparkles" Twostars on Mar 16, 2005 0:04:34 GMT -5
"Oh hey thanks dad. Peter, this is... Hey, what's your name again? Did I hear your name? She's a nice lady who's down on her luck..." She now puts her arm around Peter's shoulder. "Hey you, thanks for driving me this far, I mean it... I owe you.... Big time...." Cynthia says sentimentally.
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Post by dariya on Mar 16, 2005 0:08:16 GMT -5
I drink vodka by myself in the corner. I don't like the police. They represent an authority I don't respect. I respect no authority. I remain in my dark little corner watching Peter, Cynthia, and the pig from afar.
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 16, 2005 0:14:06 GMT -5
"Wow, that's sweet of you to say Cynthia," Peter clicks his tounge and gently removes Cynthia's arm around around his shoulders, then sits down at the table. "But I think it would be more meaningful if you were sober." Peter sips his drink, then sets it down infront of him. He gestures towards the cop. "So who's this, Cynthia?"
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Post by Cynthia "Sparkles" Twostars on Mar 16, 2005 0:16:21 GMT -5
"No no, this isn't like, drunk and sentimentality talking, I mean it, man." Cynthia pats Peter on the back again before recomposing herself on the barstool. "This is a nice person who somehow appeared beside me. I think she's had a bad day."
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Cpt Price
Provisional Member
US Special Forces Soldier
Hooah
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Post by Cpt Price on Mar 16, 2005 0:19:10 GMT -5
((we captured socialists? no we didn't. we came straight from the US.))
The only answer the Major gets is an in unison 'Hooah!' from the GBs.
((to Kai))
The reception sergeant at Ft Bragg, North Carolina, looked at Kai Srinivasan from behind the desk. At this point it was still informal and relaxed. "Glad to see fine young men volunteering," the sergeant said gathering up a few registration papers, "berfore you sign, I have to ask you a few questions. Some are kind of personal. Have you ever been convicted of a felony or misdemeanor?"
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Post by toivo on Mar 16, 2005 0:22:17 GMT -5
I smile again, partially because the sound of her laugh forced me to stifle a laugh of my own.
"Oh thanks Joutsen..." We get to her room, and I lean against the wall near the bathroom.
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 16, 2005 0:23:07 GMT -5
"Ah. Well, we've all had those." Peter chuckles and indicates his injured arm, still in a sling, "I have myself a bad day not so long ago..."
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