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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 8, 2005 8:40:44 GMT -5
Bassarov turns his head to the stranger. "I don't think we have met but you seem very familiar. I am in pain and feel tired, but I am okay." Bassarov replies honestly. He has many severe cuts and burns on his body from the blast.
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Post by Joseph "Jose" Ponce on Apr 8, 2005 9:07:40 GMT -5
As the train approacehd Erich and Jose's destination the Erich attempted to wake up Jose.
Jose, Wake Up!
Jose came to slowly
"Wah? What? Oh we're there. Well come on let's go!"
They hurried off the train
"Have any idea where the hospital your friend is at?"
"I have abosultely no clue. I kind of acted on impluse here."
"Oh wait I caught the name of it on the news."
Jose turned to a man on the street nad asked where the hospital was. Then he turned to Erich.
"Okay I know where it is."
When did you learn Russian?
"Well lets say have a great intrest in Russia, now come on let's go.
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Post by Switzer on Apr 8, 2005 18:22:37 GMT -5
Everything goes as planned. Poisoned meals are served to the parliamentarians and Das Ende leaves the incident without detection or suspicion. It is now a matter of waiting. Christian celebrates with Das Ende after the banquet. He feels more and more detached from the group now that the job is done. He does his best to pretend to enjoy the celebrations with the nihilists, but the entire time he is preoccupied by his thoughts of returning to the nazis.
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Post by Grey on Apr 8, 2005 18:28:08 GMT -5
Grey becomes frustrated that his father will not donate money to the SLA. He hates the idea of stealing from his parents, but he doesn't want to let down his new found friends.
He has no choice but to "borrow" some money from his mother. He returns home while she would be at work. Finding the house empty he sneaks in. He steals some valuables as well as money kept in a safe. He leaves a note to his mother saying that they have too much money and that he took some to be used for the good of society. He explained in the note that she should not be angry, but to see it as giving back some of the money they have taken.
He retuns to the SLA compound with the money. Everyone is pleased with him and he is told that if he keeps up the good work he will soon be promoted to one of the SLA leaders.
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Post by dead character on Apr 8, 2005 18:38:29 GMT -5
Early in the morning, one of the members of the DFLP sets out for the U.S embassy in Damascus. The streets are empty and strangely quiet. It hardly seems like there is a war going on. He walks along, explosives strapped onto his body. He takes a few turns until he finds an alley which runs along Al-Mansur Street. He quickens his pace when he spots the embassy.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Apr 8, 2005 18:42:16 GMT -5
The plane lands in Damascus, where English, American, and Russian soldiers are all milling about. I hitch a ride in the back of a hummer to where me and the rest of my unit will be working with the Americans. The city is busy, with the sound of tanks and trucks, and the local populace makes no eye contact with any of the soldiers.
I look around, resting my chin on my hand, tossing my head about because of the harsh roads. The closer we get to the embassy, the less activity there is on the streets, and within about a kilometer of the embassy, the streets are completely desolate.
"Hey you want a smoke you fucking pinko?" The passenger says to me in English, holding out a cigarette. I grab it and put it in my mouth. "Spaceeba. And I speak English, asshole." I reply with a thick Russian accent. The driver and passenger laughs, but the other Russians don't get it, since they don't speak English. "Hey man I'm just kiddin'. Alright, here we are." The truck pulls over beside the American embassy. We all file out of the truck.
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Post by Aslan Shamil on Apr 8, 2005 18:42:30 GMT -5
Aslan does not plot terrorism today. Rather he works with foreign aid workers to rebuild a school that was destroyed by the Russians. He works hard and does his best to appear peaceful. It is important that they get a good impression of him and his cause. Midday, everyone is surprised by a visit from top officials at the UN. Aslan says little and continues to work. It is critical that his cause is seen in a positive light.
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Post by dead character on Apr 8, 2005 18:45:45 GMT -5
A a quarter to 8, the man steps out from the alleyway. The streets around the embassy are bustling with activity, which makes it easy for the bomber to blend in to the crowd. He continues towards the embassy. He walks past a security officer, who calls for him, then tells him to stop. Before anyone can deal with this security threat, he detonates the explosives....
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Apr 8, 2005 18:48:10 GMT -5
After leading Cambridge back to the hospital, Sakari gives that guy a call, who he cleaned house at.
"Hey man, you guys playing any time soon?" I ask excitedly, in the same newcomer voice that I had last time. "Oh hey Sakari, yeah, if you feel like you can still ride on your beginner's luck, then come on down tonight. But just to warn you, it's high stakes night, bring lots of cash." He says excitedly. I can tell he's eager to try and take my money. "Oh that's great, I'll head right on over! See you, man." I hang up, and hop on a bus to the guy's house.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Apr 8, 2005 18:53:35 GMT -5
The entire world is turned upside down as right in front of me, the embassy blows apart, forcing me onto my back from the force of the explosion.
After a hard collision with the earth, I look around, everything is surreal. My vision is shaky, my brain rattles inside my skull, and my ears ring, I hear nothing. Lips move, men scream, but I hear nothing.
I push my hands down on the ground to pick myself up, and feel a warm and squishy feeling. One of the American soldiers fell next to me, and my hand went right inside a major chest wound, the warm and squishy feeling could very well have been the man's heart. I pull my hand away, and quickly crawl backwards, filled with horror.
I jump to my feet, grab an assault rifle and start to yell "MEDIC!!!" at the top of my lungs. I have no idea how loud it is, since I can't hear myself, but it was loud enough where I could hear my voice crack a few times.
My hearing and focus slowly come back to me.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 8, 2005 19:00:34 GMT -5
The three get back to Heikki's apartment, and after taking off his shoes, Zivon heads to the guest room, and empties out his pockets.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 8, 2005 19:02:06 GMT -5
"That was kind of fun. I should go out more often." Heikki says as he eats a few leftover baby carrots.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 8, 2005 19:04:02 GMT -5
"Yeah we should." Zivon replies, kicking his socks off.
"I've never seen you drunk before, it was really entertaining." I say, smirking.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 8, 2005 19:04:50 GMT -5
"I'm not drunk. I hardly drank at all. Can't a man tell a few jokes?"
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 8, 2005 19:05:42 GMT -5
Zivon laughs.
"You are so wasted. The jokes were one of the first signs that you were getting drunk."
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