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Post by kitty on Mar 30, 2005 22:09:35 GMT -5
After not getting much sleep, Deirdre gets up from the guest bed, and walks into the living room, a black cloud looms over her head. She hates not being able to sleep well. She moseys on into the kitchen, and grabs herself a diet mountain dew from the worlds most horrendously organized refridgerator, then walks back into the other room, her hair frazzled, and squinting her eyes from the bright lights.
"It's quiet in here..." Deirdre says somewhat randomly. She's used to her house being full of noise, the clanking of forks in the sink, the annoying ambience of a soap opera off of the television, the arguing of her parents... She sees Nea.
"Oh hey, I kind of forgot where I was..."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Mar 30, 2005 22:27:14 GMT -5
"Well, I've pretty much told you everything interesting... I like math, pencil drawings, and listening to Woodie Guthrie." By the time we reach Lapland, it gets dark, but the moon is full, so you can still see some of the wilderness.
"What about you?"
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 30, 2005 22:30:37 GMT -5
"I am an agnostic, anarchist, pacifist...I work in a factory. I obsess over self denial. I don't have any close friends. I have never been kissed. I love to work. I love wild flowers. I am most at ease when I am alone..."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Mar 30, 2005 22:38:30 GMT -5
"You seem to be handling just me pretty well." I reply, in regards to her being most at ease by herself.
"It's always the most interesting ones that have self denial. Maybe because the rest of the world is so superficial, that once you climb that mountain, and begin to understand how everything fits together, it's hard to imagine ever living back down on earth, or how nobody can see this giant mountain in the middle of their town." I say, rambling a little.
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 30, 2005 22:40:06 GMT -5
I interupt him, since I am feeling a little panic stricken.
"I'm feeling a little sick. How much farther is it? I need some water. It feels like my throat is closing in on me."
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Mar 30, 2005 22:42:45 GMT -5
"Oh hey, we're right there actually..." I reply, and pull in to my hotel's parking lot. It's a lot nicer than I'd care to admit.
"You alright?" I ask, getting out of the car, and grabbing my laptop from the back seat in the process.
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 30, 2005 22:44:45 GMT -5
"I am not used to riding in cars, so I suppose I just got a little car sick. I feel better...nevermind..." I say brushing off the anxiety attack.
I close my eyes and step out of the car. Once I am in the fresh air and have some space to myself I feel a little more at ease.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Mar 30, 2005 22:48:01 GMT -5
I feel like it was deeper than that, but decide not to press the issue.
"Alright. Well hey it's getting late. I have a bed and a fold out couch in my room, you can take the bed, I have some work I need to do anyways." I say, sliding my key card into the entrance of the hotel. We pass through the lobby, which is better than average, but not extravagant.
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Post by Salome Weil on Mar 30, 2005 22:53:09 GMT -5
"Oh so we are sharing a room? Aren't you the agressive one. No matter. As I said, I am like a interesting book so I will not make an issue of it."
I enter the room but feel nervous and closed in. There is something very frightening about all of this, but since I have a good head on my shoulders, I know better than to be afraid.
I don't really have a change of clothes with me, so I go to bed fully clothed. I surely don't want to ask to borrow anything or sleep without them.
"Goodnight Mr. Kropotkin."
I snuggle into the bed, and close my eyes. I keep my eyes closed for a long time. I lay there listening to him and trying to figure out what he is up to. I pretend to sleep for about an hour, until I finally do fall asleep to the sound of him writing at the desk.
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Post by Shurochka Kropotkin on Mar 30, 2005 22:57:01 GMT -5
I type well into the wee hours of the morning, egads am I behind... This is all due in a couple of days, I'm going to be hardpressed to have everything all bundled up by the due date, but I've done worse...
I use the little coffee maker thing that came with the room and make myself a cup of coffee. I don't end up getting to bed until it's light out. I lay down on the couch, lying about it being a bed so she wouldn't feel bad about taking the bed, and fall asleep with no problem, and will most likely get only a couple hours of sleep.
I'm accustomed to living off of little sleep, basically from my own stupidity.
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Erich Von Hendrich
Provisional Member
German Communist Engineer
The Sword leaves a bigger mark on the world than the pen
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Post by Erich Von Hendrich on Mar 31, 2005 7:24:53 GMT -5
Erich arrives in Munich that day. He manages his way and found imself a place of living, an apartment in a slum. He sits down and plans on a passive approach first for trying incite a revolution. He sits down and plans a on making a Socialist Pamphlet. Then he checks his Cell.
"Hmm, Bassarov called? Wonder what his up to."
Erich then calls Bassarov and sits waiting for him to pick up.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 31, 2005 16:16:45 GMT -5
Bassarov waits in the trainstation for a couple of hours. He finally decides that as long as he came all this way he should meet with the terrorists, despite the risks. He stands up and starts walking out of the station when his phone rings.
"Hello?" He says as he leaves the station.
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 31, 2005 16:22:08 GMT -5
Antero wakes up a few hours later and heads to work. At work he thinks about Nea and what they talked about. He thinks about relationships, but figures that there is no point in it. Like a job and so many other things in his life, he hasn't been able to keep it for very long. He also things of Salome and Shura, who he snapped at because they are intellectuals. He feels envious of them. He must seem stupid to them.
He puts his thoughts aside and keeps working.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 31, 2005 16:27:34 GMT -5
Heikki eats a hearty bowl of oatmeal with some vitamins for breakfast. He stares out the window, but doesn't want to go out. It is far too sunny and pleasant looking. He hates when the weather is nice since everyone wants to go out for a walk. He sighs and pines for gloom.
"It's a shame. I don't know what to do now."
He looks around his apartment. The apartment is sparse, and the only sign of life other than himself was the moldy food he threw out the other day. Even that was more living than him.
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Post by Switzer on Mar 31, 2005 16:40:22 GMT -5
Christian, Gretchen, and the others arrive in Das Ende. They walk across the town to the apartment of the local organizer of Das Ende in Berlin. The apartment is cramped as it is, and even more so far the large group attempting to fit inside. The group meets and plans late into the night for the things they plan to do later this week.
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