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Post by Varick Rommel on Mar 22, 2005 22:03:41 GMT -5
The riot police surround the crowd, and now have bullhorns. Frederick yells into the crowd,
"They fear us because they know we are right. Fight for your race!" Frederick screams at the top of his lungs. He spins around, and shoves the cop into the crowd of police behind him.
The crowd becomes an angry mob, which was already pretty angry without any leadership, but now they have targets. The police begin shouting over the bullhorns to disperse, but it's too late, the crowd charges the police, pushing them back. Some of the protestors are maced and clubbed, while others manage to steal shields and billy clubs from the police, then beat them with it.
The cops turn around and run, leaving behind some weapons in addition to other things. The crowd cheers, waiving stolen shields, helmets, and even a few vests into the air.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 22, 2005 22:06:58 GMT -5
Bassarov smiles at Selja, amused that she is so shocked. "Oh yes, I forgot to mention the socialists decided to meet with terrorist groups to turn terrorism into class war. It will be dangerous but exciting meeting with these groups." He says, still smiling.
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Post by capulet on Mar 22, 2005 22:20:30 GMT -5
I was rather enjoying the speeches before the police cut in, and thus am very annoyed at this sudden interruption.
I tell my hired guards to hold firm and watch as the scene develops into a riot. I am extremely amused by the fact that the ralliers managed to not only hold the police back, but drive them away all together.
Perhaps the fascists are due for a comeback. They are known to have extremely loyal believers after all, something to which few political parties can claim. Yes, I will definitely look into making a few new friends within the party... Just in case.
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Post by Switzer on Mar 22, 2005 23:01:30 GMT -5
Christian pushes his way through the crowd of students towards Eva and Frederick. He offers no appology to a girl that he pushes onto the ground. He had been watching the speeches and now as things were getting more interesting, he wanted to be closer to the leadership. He stops when he is to the left of Frederick, standing behind Eva. He says nothing for now as he observes the events unfold.
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 22, 2005 23:32:17 GMT -5
"I think it is time for us to go to the meeting. This protest is winding down." I say to John and Nea. The three of us travel inside the auditorium where the meeting will be held. I am seated behind a man with blue hair. He seems strangely familiar.
"Excuse me, but have we met before?"
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 22, 2005 23:35:03 GMT -5
Antero hears a woman behind him. He turns around to face her. There is something familiar about her. "No, maybe in another lifetime." He says as a joke. He looks at the Americans at back at her. "My name is Antero."
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 22, 2005 23:36:20 GMT -5
"I am Salome Weil. So, tell me about yourself Antero. Have you been an anarchist long?"
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 22, 2005 23:38:24 GMT -5
"Not really. I don't have time for politics. I work a lot." He decides not to tell her what he does. His first impression of Salome is that he doesn't like her. There is something forced about her mannerisms.
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 22, 2005 23:39:22 GMT -5
"I know how that is. I work in a factory in Lyon."
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 22, 2005 23:41:57 GMT -5
"You work in a factory. That must suck. You don't really strike me as the factory worker type. But at least the pay must be okay. I'm a pizza delivery guy. I don't make much. I hate it." Antero replies, somewhat shocked that she is a factory worker. She seems to happy to be a factory worker, not that a person can't enjoy their job.
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 22, 2005 23:43:11 GMT -5
"It isn't so bad. I like my job at the factory. You know...it keeps me in touch with the working class."
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 22, 2005 23:46:51 GMT -5
"You choose to work in factory? That's fricking crazy." He has decided that he is going to try to swear less, and has replaced his favorite curse word with frick. He decided this last week when a girl at the pizza place told him that using curse words makes him sound less intelligent than he is. No one has called him intelligent before, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to salvage the little intelligence he has by not using foul langauge. "I wouldn't work if I didn't have to."
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 22, 2005 23:48:04 GMT -5
"It is good for me to work. It helps me to see the real struggles and problems of workers. That is why I choose to work."
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 22, 2005 23:50:04 GMT -5
"You sound like a missionary."
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 22, 2005 23:51:13 GMT -5
"I beg your pardon.."
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