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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Mar 22, 2005 20:21:35 GMT -5
Nervously I step up to the podium. I start by reading one of Hitler's famous speaches, and follow with "...And those lessons still apply today. We ARE the Master Race, there is Nothing we can't do! We will wash away the impurities of Humanity, and Germany will take it's rightful place as the dominant country on the Earth! We WILL win! We WILL prevail! Welfare Victory!" I Nazi salute the crowd, who cheer at my speech.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 22, 2005 20:22:47 GMT -5
As Sakari nears the end of his pie, he rushes to finish it all. He does this often with desserts, which is why he decided against ice cream.
"Hamf." I swallow hard, making my eyes water a little. "Ahem... Rock on Selja, congratulations." I say sincerely.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 22, 2005 20:23:48 GMT -5
"Yes, congratulations. I guess you are a lot freer to travel now and spend time with us. That's great."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 22, 2005 20:27:51 GMT -5
"Thanks, both of you." I say as I cling to Bassarov. "I've spent so much time cooped up in school that I want to see the world before I settle down and get a job. It'll be nice travelling with you, and I'm sure you wouldn't mind the company." That last comment was mostly for Bassarov, but it applies to Sakari too in a less personal sense.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 22, 2005 20:29:06 GMT -5
"No, the company will be nice since Sakari will be going back to Helsinki for a few days. Anyway, I enjoy sharing my politics with others."
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Post by Varick Rommel on Mar 22, 2005 20:37:55 GMT -5
Rommel smiles and pats Eva on the back as the crowd roars with approval. He is surprised to see a crowd this size with no infiltrators, but does his best to remain on guard. Frederick now feels comfortable enough to slide the swastika armband up his sleeve, which he does when he brings up the next speaker.
"Thank you Ms. Schiklgruber. This speech was written ages ago and it still applies today, which shows how far behind we are because of those who taint us." A tapping is felt on Frederick's shoulder, he turns around to see an officer standing there.
"You have to end this immediately." The man says, shaking his head, and resting his hand on his billy club. Frederick turns his head into the mic and yells back.
"This man of authority here wants to shut us down. Mister officer, why don't you step up to the mic and tell the others what you just told me?"
The cop pulls out his billy club, and the crowd begins to stir, and sporadic yelling can be heard. There is a standoff for a long period of time until finally the police cut the power. The national guard can be seen filing in on flatbed trucks, carrying riot shields and wearing all black.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 22, 2005 20:38:22 GMT -5
"Well I'm glad for you then. At least you know what you like now instead of waiting 'till you're forty. And that's too bad that Sakari can't stick around..." I say, inwardly glad that once again I will have a chance to be alone with Bassarov.
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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Mar 22, 2005 20:41:17 GMT -5
Peter waits quietly. Those media fools must be getting annoying. He stragihtens and slowly walks forwards, toward the group of reporters and cameramen.
Some words are exchanged, some false ID and authorative papers flashed, and some money changes hands but within ten minutes all of the reporters wanders off.
Peter slowly unwraps a piece of gum and pops it into his mouth. This was his fifth piece since he started following the girl. He was chewing the flavor out of the stuff quite fast. He figured that ment he was nervice. Weird.
The media dispursed for now, Peter slowly makes his way back out of the store to wait for Alek to leave.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 22, 2005 20:42:36 GMT -5
"Yes well Sakari will return soon. We'll hardly notice that he's gone." Bassarov says turning to Sakari. He feels a little warm and unbuttons his top button.
"Is it stuffy in here or is it just me?" He says as he glances towards the nearest windows.
"It is only march, but much warmer here than back home."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 22, 2005 20:45:48 GMT -5
((Sorry I missed both Selja and Bassarov's posts))
Sakari smiles, knowing that things are going to be interesting wit ha huge group of people.
"The more the merrier." I say, cheerily. "I just hope Cambridge gets here soon... Hey are you alright Valodya? You look a little cooped up or something. Do you want some more pie?"
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Ian "Mad" Sweeney
Card Carrying Member
IRA Terrorist/Dock Worker
I was born on a storm-swept rock and hate the soft growth of sun-baked lands where there is no frost
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Post by Ian "Mad" Sweeney on Mar 22, 2005 20:47:19 GMT -5
Mad Sweeney sits down on a crate at the shipyard for a while. He is back in Belfast, after a very long plane ride. He is also terribly jetlagged. At least he made it back to work on time. He needs this job very, very much.
It is unseasonably hot in Belfast, and cloudy as usual. The air is heavy and humid, but in only the way an ocean could provide.
He takes out a slim collection of Irish poets that he borrowed from the library last week, and decides to read for a bit, before the new shipment comes in.
'And where no snow had fallen to cover just sleeping earth where no green awakening promised highway with sun dance laughter in such a matt grey place of unexpectant waiting backward staring those saffron white and purple reflected from bright eyes lit up that dust and patience waste and empty game for what it was Suddenly he was a snow field suddenly bright flowers stirred suddenly a world was ready for her walking through.'
He continues to read, until someone throws a bottle at him. It bounces harmlessly off of his head as it is made of plastic, but drops of the remaining Coca-Cola spill onto his book.
"Feckin' hell! What'd you have to do that for, ye feckin' idiot!" Sweeney cusses, closing his book and putting it away before anything else that happens to be sticky gets on it.
"Mad Sweeney, Mad Sweeney, the shipment's here!" his coworker shouts.
"Fine, fine, I'm coming," he grumbles as he jumps down, and helps to unload some of the crates.
"What's in these anyway, bricks?" he says. The boxes are unusually heavy.
"Actually, yeah, they are full of bricks."
"Oh, well that explains it."
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Mar 22, 2005 20:47:42 GMT -5
It sounds like the media is gone, so I am finally free to leave the changing room. Thank God. I pay for my purchases and continue to shop. I have this paranoid feeling that someone is following me, but write it off as fears from my terrorist incident. Just in case, I purchase some mace and put it in my purse.
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Post by alex on Mar 22, 2005 20:49:39 GMT -5
OOC: When ever he gets back we will continue. I need somthing to do.
Alex's phone rang. It was an emergency. He had to go.I'm sorry but its an emergency. I'll get back to you. Alex pushed the driver over and he got in the drivers seat. The Arnage was thrown into reverse the the wheels screetched a little as the heavy car was jammed in drive and the tires smoked down the street.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 22, 2005 20:50:10 GMT -5
"It's just hot in here is all. Is this cafe an Irish hell? Maybe we should all go for a walk." Bassarov suggests.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on Mar 22, 2005 20:51:00 GMT -5
"Well we got used to Russia. Eire just isn't as cold as the steppes are. You'll get used to it." I say. Personally I don't find the heat that bad, but I spent a fair amount of my time in overhot classrooms meant to simulate factory floors, whereas Bassarov was outside organizing rallies.
"Yeah, that's a good idea Valodya. I like it outdoors."
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