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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Mar 25, 2005 1:58:42 GMT -5
I tense when he says mental illness, as if he had found me out, but soon realize he was talking about himself. "It can be. And it can be an obsesson, working against impossible odds to bring about change... All I want for msyelf is a husband and children, but I want to make a future for them where they can be something instead of just more human flotsam."
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Post by Switzer on Mar 25, 2005 2:01:03 GMT -5
"Those are all proper goals for a woman to have. I don't know what I want. I want...I want to be a part of something great...that's all I want." Christian says then sighs.
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Mar 25, 2005 2:06:10 GMT -5
"Join us and you can be. We need leaders. I think you'd be good at it." I say, not sure what he is feeling. Normally I am pretty good at telling other peope's feelings...
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Post by Switzer on Mar 25, 2005 2:09:51 GMT -5
"Thanks, I will. Maybe at the next rally I will speak." He replies.
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Mar 25, 2005 2:11:46 GMT -5
"Good... Are you feeling allright?" I ask in a kind tone.
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Post by Switzer on Mar 25, 2005 2:13:59 GMT -5
"I feel tired and sick inside. I feel like I have an invisible fire burning me alive from the inside out." He says. There is something tired and sickly about his face and eyes, even though he does not appear diseased. He appears...bothered.
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Mar 25, 2005 2:20:44 GMT -5
"Is there anything I can do to help?" I ask.
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Post by Switzer on Mar 25, 2005 2:23:24 GMT -5
"I feel light headed. Maybe you could come back to my apartment and make me something to eat. I assume you can cook."
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Mar 25, 2005 2:26:48 GMT -5
"Yeah I can, but we're in the middle of a rally. I can't just leave right now... I could loan you a couple Euros so you can get something though." I want to help, but really I can't leave right now...
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Post by Switzer on Mar 25, 2005 2:29:21 GMT -5
"Fine. Be that way. I understand how it is. I can just go off and take care of myself. But if you really think I would make a good leader....it might be wise to start listening to me. You never know what will happen in the future." He says smugly. He touches his temple again and walks off into the crowd, back to his apartment alone.
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Mar 25, 2005 2:35:05 GMT -5
"Verdammt!" I mutter to myself as he leaves. So angered am I that I ignore all better judgement and walk back up to the podium and call out to the crowd: "The time is now! We will fight, we will prevail!"
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Mar 25, 2005 2:36:54 GMT -5
Finally I finish my paperwork. Immediately I pick up the phone and dial the number Grey gave me. Patiently I wait for someone to answer the phone...
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Post by Switzer on Mar 25, 2005 2:37:58 GMT -5
When Christian arrives back to his apartment he feels irritated. He makes himself a sandwhich and flops onto the couch. His headache has gotten worse. He figures he will try to sleep it off.
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Post by Grey on Mar 25, 2005 2:40:41 GMT -5
Grey arrives home from his Christian fellowship meeting and hears the phone ring. He rushes to the phone, throwing his blue backpack on the floor.
"Oh hello Reiko, how are you doing? I'm having a great day! I did great on all of my midterms and I was voted captain of the golf team. It's just swell."
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Mar 25, 2005 2:42:06 GMT -5
"Well good." I say. "Do you mind if I just come over today, I just got my liberty pass." I state.
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