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Post by kurt on Apr 1, 2005 19:47:54 GMT -5
"Niko Niko!!" My sister yells, waving her hands, and jumping up and down, and running towards me in the distance. I turn onto my side, the hammock not leaving me much room to maneuver. She yells again before I can come to my senses.
"Niko Niko!!" She says, this time right next to me. I sit up, then pat her on the head.
"What's up?"
"Your friend who's always sad called g'amma's asking for me to ask for you! He asked if you wanted to go to uh... Seaworld!" "Seaworld?" "Yeah, something about a land of... Fish... Fishland?" "Oh, Finland. You mean Antero?" "Yeah Antey-roh! Antey-roh! Is he gonna bring us a pizza?!" "No he's not sugarcane, he wants me to go see him, but I'll be sure to bring back pizza." I say with a smile. "Yayyy!!! Pizza pizza pizza!!!" She says, clapping her hands everytime she says the word 'pizza'. "When will you be back?!" "I'm not sure, tell ma and pa where I went, okay?" I say, standing up. I walk towards the barn where one of the trucks are parked. My sister waves to me, and I wave back. I sit in the driver's seat, turn the ignition, and start on my trip to grandma's house.
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Post by Dead Character on Apr 1, 2005 19:55:46 GMT -5
Antero waits around for his friend to arrive. Hours pass and he wonders when he will show up. "Technology is a good thing. I have a hard time keeping in touch with Niko because he doesn't have a phone. A phone? Like its a sin to have a phone."
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 1, 2005 20:01:36 GMT -5
Stepping out of the ramshackle brick building on the corner of the block, I run my hands through my black hair.
"Thank god I never get bed head..."
I start walking down the street of my residence in eastern Europe. I have no idea how to go about this whole thing, I need to find a person or a group I could grab on to that knows what they are doing. Maybe my cousin would know; terroists seem to know a lot about the world.
I walk around the corner, stopping at the street and crossing. I walk three more blocks until I hit my brother's place, and I walk in. He is a terroist, but he runs a mighty fine coffee joint. I sit down at the table and wait for a waiter to take my order.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Apr 1, 2005 20:02:41 GMT -5
After we stop at the post office, we drive for awhile, heading towards the general direction of a place to eat.
"What do you feel like for food?" I ask, noticing how stand offish she is, but don't want to say anything.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Apr 1, 2005 20:03:10 GMT -5
Through the efforts of the FBI and local law enforcement it is determined that Grey was in fact kidnapped. Since I initiated the investigation I am informed immediately, and report back to the States. Though I am not allowed to take part in the investigation, they do reluctantly agree to let me take part in the eventual rescue mission with the FBI's elite Hostage Rescue Team, with whom I begin training...
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 1, 2005 20:04:18 GMT -5
Sakari sits before the two, a little in shock, a little amused, and a little turned on.
"You know... I am now one event closer to the point where I can say 'now I've seen everything'."
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Post by Lan Zheng-Lafleur on Apr 1, 2005 20:04:41 GMT -5
Discussions with the Prime Minister of Syria are taking longer than expected. I have other things on my agenda and must leave things up to other diplomats. I must now travel to Chechnya and take care of the business I was forced to put off.
As I stroll through the airport I come across James, the reporter that I met a few weeks ago. He did an interview with me in Dublin. I walk right up to him.
"Hello Mr. Mahon, good to see you again. How have you been since we last met?"
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Post by Salome Weil on Apr 1, 2005 20:07:29 GMT -5
"French toast would be nice..." I say, still following behind him some distance.
"But I am not fussy." I lie.
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Post by kurt on Apr 1, 2005 20:09:40 GMT -5
((I'm just going to speed things up here, I don't feel like posting with NPC's))
I stand in front of Antero's apartment, a backpack slung over my shoulder, and let myself in. I toss my bag on the floor, and yell.
"Hey Antero!"
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 1, 2005 20:10:51 GMT -5
"You mean, you've never seen two girls do that? Well, I guess.. it was a little unusual. I wish that she wasn't so interested in Bassarov. I don't think he cares as much as she thinks" Cambridge says to Sakari. Sie feels a little strange from all of this. Sie looks at him and he seems somehow different at the moment.
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Post by syrianguy on Apr 1, 2005 20:11:34 GMT -5
Abdil was tired to the bone. The bombing had kept up all night. So far the Americans war of freedom had cost him only his sleep. The streets of Damascus were ruined. He wondered if the Americans had meant to hit the roads. Probably not.
His car jumped through every bump. Abdil was in civvies and on his way toward a little farmhouse just outside the suburbs. There his mother waited and Abdil had finally been able to secure a passage for her to the Lebanon.
The house came into sight...
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Post by Dead Character on Apr 1, 2005 20:12:28 GMT -5
"Niko come in, how's my favorite environmental crazy?" He asks as he lets him into his apartment.
"This is Nea, she's staying with me. I also have another girl here now named Deidre, but she's gone."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Apr 1, 2005 20:12:56 GMT -5
We pull over at a "mom and pop" restaurant.
"They have the best french toast in town... Or rather, the only french toast in town." I say, trying to get her to warm up.
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Post by Salome Weil on Apr 1, 2005 20:15:43 GMT -5
We sit down together and I order French toast.
"You must not have slept at all last night. How do you survive..."
I only imagine he didn't sleep much since he was up before me and because of all the work I saw in his bag.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 1, 2005 20:16:43 GMT -5
"No, I really haven't... But my cat Dingus used to eat grasshoppers. And she would get sick and choke on them all the time." Sakari replies, randomly.
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