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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Apr 1, 2005 20:19:37 GMT -5
"Sakari, do you ever have a serious thought? Can you just...I don't know...be mature! Oh nevermind. I need to get some rest. Goodnight, Sakari." Cambridge scuttles across the bed they are sitting on. Sie slides under the covers and closes hir eyes, but not before giving Sakari a displeased look. Sie soon either falls asleep or pretends to go to sleep.
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Post by sneaklemming on Apr 1, 2005 20:20:28 GMT -5
James heard a seemingly familar voice. Looking up he saw, Miss Zheng-Lafleur. The one and only head of the UN. "Jesus Christ!" he blurted. "Uh sorry! I'm fine how are you getting on?"
James began wracking his brain trying to figure out what the UN had been up to recently.
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Apr 1, 2005 20:21:36 GMT -5
We finally arrive back at the 'compound,' which really is just a couple abandoned buildings that we have secured for our own use. Once we have the weapons unloaded I say to Rommell "Sorry if I overstepped my authority back there, but it's pretty obvious they meant to decieve us back there..."
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Apr 1, 2005 20:22:29 GMT -5
After a really long goodbye with Tanya, and struggling to get dressed over her pulling on my legs, I make it to the airstrip, where a cargo plane is due to lift off with us. I have been re-assigned again, and begin to wonder who's heading up the counter-terrorism operation...
When I board the plane, the other soldiers were giggling amongst themselves, and I had this nagging feeling that it was at me. A few whispers, the giggling becomes a harsh laughter, then looks pass my way.
"So he's not a fag..." Everybody laughs hysterically. I am reminded of a movie that I saw with Tanya once. "I am Jack's gall bladder. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains."
I lean my head against the wall of the cargo plane, and stare up at the ceiling, like I've done so many times in these sorts of trips.
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Post by Lan Zheng-Lafleur on Apr 1, 2005 20:23:47 GMT -5
"I have been well. Things are going slowly in Syria and it has caused me great stress. I have two days off then I will travel to Chechnya to meet with human rights activists there. What about you? It is nice to see you again. I am sorry I was unable to visit as you had offered. I simply haven't been in London." I reply. I am somewhat amused by his reaction to me.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Apr 1, 2005 20:24:22 GMT -5
"Ah, I got a couple hours..." I say with a shrug, and order myself an omelette with pancakes.
"You get used to it after awhile, it's not as bad as it seems." I reply.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 1, 2005 20:26:28 GMT -5
Sice my cousinwas out bombing things to show people that peace is the only way, I walk out with a donut in my hand.
I survey the street. Seeing no one, I shout at the top of my lungs
"Where the hell does a guy go to find socialists??!!"
After that, I feel much better. I walk down the street, eating my donut.
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Post by Salome Weil on Apr 1, 2005 20:28:39 GMT -5
I say little to him and eat my breakfast silently. This trip has been interesting and challeging. I am not challenged like this very often. It is good experience if nothing else.
We leave, and he pays. I have problems with the fact that he always pays, but since he has money and I do not, what can be done?
We return to his car and set off once again towards Lapland. The further north we go, the more sparse the landscape becomes until it is as clean as a white bone.
"Tell me more about your life. Your stories are interesting."
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Post by Varick Rommel on Apr 1, 2005 20:30:19 GMT -5
Rommel has a stern business like appearance on his face, and examines the weapons himself. They all appeared to be in working order, nevertheless, they were still ripped off. He couldn't help but be upset with the situation.
"I know you only mean to help, but you're as unruly as my daughter at times." He sets down the mac 10 that he was checking. "Just don't forget who you are here to serve."
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Post by sneaklemming on Apr 1, 2005 20:30:50 GMT -5
"Oh! your just coming from Damascus? Fancy that I'm going there now, leavin in about ten minutes." He smiled nervously. "So, to what do I owe these gracious words?"
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 1, 2005 20:35:13 GMT -5
The best way to find people is to be noticed, I realize. Teh best way to be noticed isto destroy things. This could be fun.
I run to the back room of my cousin's place, and grad some bomb equiptment, enough for a small something. The nearest thing to blow up, as I see it, is the intelegence center, a counter terrorist place.
I get home and grab my bike. I bike about two hours until I reach the place, and sneak past the gaurds to put the charges on he satalite. Suddenly, I am spotted. I try to get away, but the gaurd is gaining. I turn a sharp corner around the base of the satilite and fall flat on my face. I drop th charge, and the botton hits the ground.
Thank god I was far enough away the explosion did not hurt me, but not quite far enough. I hear the gaurd screem, and suddenly I look up to see the dish of the salalite falling twards me. Suddenly, all is black.
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Post by Lan Zheng-Lafleur on Apr 1, 2005 20:35:39 GMT -5
"That's correct. I spent a few days in Damascus but my talks with the Prime Minister did not go well. This situation is truly hopeless....at the moment anyway..."
"That's too bad that your flight is leaving soon, since mine to Moscow is not leaving for a few hours and in the meantime I will only have staff to talk to..."
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Post by Eva Schicklgruber on Apr 1, 2005 20:38:14 GMT -5
"Yes sir." I say immediately, realizing that I did overstep myself, both as a party member AND as a woman. "What do you want me to do now, sir?"
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Apr 1, 2005 20:44:59 GMT -5
Lapland gives me this sense of freedom. Partially because my work is finally done and now I have enough money to last me a few weeks until I need to find another employer.
"Well thanks, let's see... There was this one time in high school when I was in this play. I got to play as Cassius in the play Julius Caeser, and a good friend of mine played Brutus, which was the hugest coincidence in the world... Anyways, we did a great job, the play got awesome reviews, but for some reason, all of my old friends shunned me after that, as though doing a play was out of bounds or something. I later found out that their dads were old Communist Party members, and they thought it was petty bourgeois. So, the Communist Party had a really big black mark in the back of my mind after that."
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Post by sneaklemming on Apr 1, 2005 20:45:05 GMT -5
James laughed. "I'm sure you'd rather talk to them then to a pokey journalist!" He glanced down at the laptop screen. "Well, heres something to keep you goin' for a couple of hours..." He turned the laptop around and showed her the best site on the 4th International he had.
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