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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 16, 2005 0:13:52 GMT -5
I will cry if nobody catches the Iraq war reference in the name of this thread. And it will look like this.
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Post by tounela on Mar 16, 2005 0:50:48 GMT -5
"I am trying. I think politics takes away a person's soul. Corruption is rife. You are lucky that you have your activism. This would kill you. You are too good for the things that happen in government." I say to Toivo, this time in a genuinely sad tone.
"Toivo, you are all I have in this world to keep me going."
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Post by dariya on Mar 16, 2005 0:53:22 GMT -5
"I'm a nihilist. I don't believe in any authority. But let's not talk about my beliefs. I don't want them to get on to me or something. You look like you've had too much to drink, are you going to be okay?"
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Post by Cynthia "Sparkles" Twostars on Mar 16, 2005 0:59:29 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, yeah I'm fine. I'm really fine..." Cynthia says, nodding her head. "Hey, do you have a couplea bucks? I kinda feel like dancin'... And it looked like they had some good tunes on the jukebox. Do you like to dance? Oh yeah you're a nihilist. Do you like to do anything?"
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 16, 2005 1:00:11 GMT -5
Peter looks back towards Cynthia and then leads closer to Mories and says quietly, "Actually, no, I don't drink. And I'm trying like hell to quit smoking. Hard as hell though."
He leans back and picks up his juice drink, closing his eyes, looking thoughtful. "Well, so far I've been able to gather than Cynthia came down here from Canada, where she used to live on a reservation. She's looking for friends she has out here so I assume she's fallen on hard times. I picked her up hitchhiking near Seattle. For some reason I felt like helping her out, so I offered to drive her to Montana."
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Post by dariya on Mar 16, 2005 1:01:57 GMT -5
"No, I don't like dancing. But here's a few bucks. Cut a rug." I hand her 6 crumpled dollars and shoo her away. I just want to be alone right now. Maybe the alcohol isn't strong enough.
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Post by toivo on Mar 16, 2005 1:04:33 GMT -5
I finish rubbing her back, and sit on the end of the bed.
"Money buys power, and needs to be regulated... Going against the grain at all is taxing, but don't sell yourself short like that. I'm sure you could make do without me." I reply optimistically.
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Post by alanis on Mar 16, 2005 1:08:16 GMT -5
"Canada? well that was nice for you to take her here.."Her voice alittle sadden, Machial once lived in Canada makeing her think of her past" "I wish people would stop hurting each other. Such a sad thing this world. Lucky, they have hard workers that put in too many hours and drank way to much," she said holding her glass up.
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Post by tounela on Mar 16, 2005 1:10:54 GMT -5
"Of course Toivo, of course. I am so relaxed that I feel I could sleep for 20 years. If I did, you would be about my age when I awaken." I roll over and sit up.
"Goodnight, Toivo dear. You are a good man. The best man in the world."
I once again feel sad, but dismiss it. I go to the restroom and change into my white silk pajama set. I love white. I climb into bed, inspecting it first for any sign of dirt, hair, or lice.
"I can't wait to get back to my own bed." I say once I decide that the bed is clean. I climb under the covers.
"Will you plug in my nightlight before you go. It is a cute little lantern shaped one. I forgot to plug it in and you know I can't sleep without a light. Oh, and ice water. Get me an ice water, Toivo dear."
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Post by Cynthia "Sparkles" Twostars on Mar 16, 2005 1:11:10 GMT -5
Cynthia examines the money closely, then looks back at Dariya. "...but the floor is... wood..."
She stands up and heads towards the jukebox, putting in all $6 before seeing what there was to play. $6 was enough for about 20 songs, she owned the air waves for the next hour and a half, choosing some Nirvana, a few System of a Down songs, Johnny Cash, and a few Cure songs for Dariya. She seemed like a Cure person.
Cynthia hits the play button, and come as you are blares over the speakers. She didn't really feel like dancing, she just wanted to listen to music on a good speaker system. She sits down in the middle of some random guys, and begins to flirt with them.
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 16, 2005 1:16:35 GMT -5
"I'll toast to that." Peter raises his glass as well. "But then, if people were all nice to each other, we would be out of work."
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Post by toivo on Mar 16, 2005 1:20:37 GMT -5
"Yeah of course." I reply, and plug in the night light. "I'll be right back with your ice water."
I leave the room, and make my way for the ice machine. The further away from the room I get, the sadder I become, until I reach the ice machine. I fill a few cups with ice, since the cups are small and she would probably want more than one then head back to the room. The sadness still weighs on me, or follows me, clinging to my neck like a leash.
I enter her room, filling the glasses of ice with water, and place them beside her bed. I sit down on the couch adjacent from the bed, and watch her for awhile, resting peacefully.
I smile, stand up, and quietly leave the room.
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Post by alanis on Mar 16, 2005 1:23:53 GMT -5
" true " Machial said giving way to a small laugh. " Yeah I hate my job some times but then again sometimes i love it." She said as she drank half the cold liquid. " HEy... Cynthia can you come over here?" Machial had been watching her the whole time and felt she shouldn't be so flirty, it wasnt safe.
( Well night boys and girl have sweet dreams )
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 16, 2005 2:19:02 GMT -5
Peter glances where Mories is facing, towards Cynthia. He supposed that it was only natural for her to flirt with men. After all, that was part of her job. Peter is instantly ashamed that he even thought that but that doesn't change that it's true. "Ya, Cynthia," he adds in a joking tone, shouting to be heard over the music, "You shouldn't talk to strangers."
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Post by Cynthia "Sparkles" Twostars on Mar 16, 2005 13:01:27 GMT -5
"Yeah just like a cat, here!" Cynthia takes Jared's hand and puts it to her throat, then starts to purr, exactly like a cat.
"Holy fuck you are a cat!" Cynthia giggles, then hears her two friends yell out to her. "Oh hey, that's my ride... I'll be right back." She says in a drunk and giggly tone of voice. As she gets up from her stool, 'boys don't cry' by the cure comes on, and she eyes Dariya, but decides to leave her alone.
Cynthia sits back down between Mories and Peter. "Hey that Jared guy over there's nice. He bought me a drink and invited me over to his room."
(this can be the last bar post if eithre of you want to flash forward to the next day)
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