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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Mar 28, 2005 8:51:29 GMT -5
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 29, 2005 11:51:25 GMT -5
"Maybe some of this is set up. I mean, maybe that's why more people haven't been arrested. Strange. It would make sense. This does discredit anarchy in the eyes of people outside of the movement."
The more Cambridge watches, the more contrived the violence seems.
"This is all set up." Sie mumbles.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Mar 29, 2005 11:55:09 GMT -5
"Hey, it's not bad..." I say about the bleeding, then take the ice and towels. I put the towels on the wound, and rest the ice against the back of my head, holding both in place by leaning up against the booth.
"It's something you either like or you don't. Hours are great, but the pay sucks. Then again, what doesn't suck in around here?" I ask rhetorically.
"What would you like to do?" I say, asking about a future career proposition.
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 29, 2005 11:56:11 GMT -5
"Escape the work week and live in a mud hut."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Mar 29, 2005 12:01:55 GMT -5
"You don't need to work at a pizza place to live in a mud hut." I reply.
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 29, 2005 12:03:36 GMT -5
"But I have to save up to fly somewhere and pay off my debts. But hey? Do you thing creditors would chase me to Zimbabwe? Maybe I am freer than I think I am."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Mar 29, 2005 12:06:39 GMT -5
"You could hop a raft and float to Cuba. I'm sure they'd let you change your name there." I reply.
"Or you could just go somewhere spontaneously, and constantly use an alias so the debtors don't find you, unless of course, you'd need to make a major purchase... But hey, that's where the mud hut could come in." I say, not really sure if I'm being serious or joking.
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 29, 2005 12:08:34 GMT -5
"We until I decide to leave the country for my hut, I am stuck working to live. Why do you work?" Antero asks. He returns to his sweeping.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Mar 29, 2005 13:46:51 GMT -5
"So I don't have to live in a mud hut." I reply with a half smirk.
"And debtors will hunt you to the ends of the earth. So don't listen to me." I adjust the ice on my head, which is now beginning to melt and drip down my back. The cold water feels somewhat soothing.
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 29, 2005 13:50:35 GMT -5
Antero laughs.
"So you see, even if I want to get away I have obligations here. I mean, people shouldn't have to feel that they have to escape to remote African villages to live in freedom. So that's why I stick around."
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Post by Nea Jokinen on Mar 29, 2005 13:52:00 GMT -5
Nea finishes her tea as the riot quiets down. Maybe she would head back to the hotel or something. Standing up, she quietly pushed her chair in and left the cafe, walking out on the street and glancing up and down before she started walking. "Well today has certianly been interesting." she mumbled as she walked down the street to the hotel.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Mar 29, 2005 13:56:30 GMT -5
Linnea gets some paint, brushes and a canvas. This makes her happy to find what she wanted and headed up front to pay. Glancing out the windows, the cheerful smile disappears as she saw the mess that the anarchists left. She sighed as she lowered her head a bit, but then appeared happy again as the cashier rung her up. "Thank you so much and have a great day," Linnea smiled at the cashier as she grabbed her bag and walked out of the shop. Looking up and down the street, she walked back to her apartment, but she didn't have to take the detour this time since the anarchist had left.
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Post by Stefan Vaahto on Mar 29, 2005 14:03:17 GMT -5
"So um, I guess we're taking a break or something... So smoke 'em if you got 'em." The speaker says. "Thanks." Stefan replies to no one in particular. Now may be a good time to head out for air anyways.
He heads to the door and decides to take a quick walk. There's a strong feeling of distance between himself and the other anarchists. He should have went in character, damnit...
Stefan begins to walk.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Mar 29, 2005 14:09:27 GMT -5
Linnea walks down the street, she held the brown paper bag to her chest and glanced around. Passing a hall there were a bunch of people standing outside, she assumed thats where the anarchists where meeting. Walking by, she smiled warmily at a person that was standing there. "Hello," she said as she walked by.
(stefan)
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 29, 2005 14:09:44 GMT -5
I enter the pizza place, frustrated with how the protest is turning out. At least Antero wasn't among those arrested.
"I can't believe this happened! What a disaster!" I say to Antero and to the stranger he is speaking with.
I am visibly stressed by the protest gone wrong.
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