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Post by Dead Character on Apr 6, 2005 16:47:25 GMT -5
"Hey Deidre, good to see you're back. This is my friend Niko. Niko this is Deidre. She's Irish." Antero says in a friendly but stupid and awkward way. He is bad with introductions.
"Niko doesn't believe in technology."
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 6, 2005 16:48:06 GMT -5
Zivon looks up and sees the new person here. She's hot. He smiles.
"I'm Zivon." I say, extending my hand.
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Post by dariya on Apr 6, 2005 16:50:20 GMT -5
"Oh hi, Zivon is a great name. My ex boyfriend's name was Zivon. I miss him a lot. He died in a car accident." I lie.
"I think that's why I'm a nihilist."
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Post by kurt on Apr 6, 2005 16:50:50 GMT -5
"Hey-" I say, watching her leave to her room. "...So that's your other roommate? And why do you always introduce me like that??"
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Post by Dead Character on Apr 6, 2005 16:51:58 GMT -5
"It's kind of a disclaimer in dealing with you." Antero remarks. "Like a warning label that you are an environmental nut box."
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 6, 2005 16:56:05 GMT -5
"That's tragic. Poor guy." Heikki replies with faux sympathy. He is annoyed by all of this. He decides to ignore both Dariya and Zivon and play with his bunny. He picks the black bunny out of the pen and strokes him in the corner.
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Post by Salome Weil on Apr 6, 2005 16:58:52 GMT -5
I return to my apartment in Lyon. My factory job awaits me. They are short staffed still and since I was a hard worker they allow me to return. This is nice since I was a little worried. I am excited that I can now share my experiences with the workers, though they never seem too interested. I am put to work spraying the ceiling tiles with speckles of paint. This is one of my favorite jobs at the factory since there is no heavy lifting.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 6, 2005 16:59:14 GMT -5
"That's too bad." Zivon replies. He didn't really believe what she said.
"So have you been arrested yet?" I ask in regards to her attempting to overthrow the government.
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Post by dariya on Apr 6, 2005 17:00:48 GMT -5
"Nah, they blame it on the Chechens. But I was starting to get worried they were on to me, so I came to spend some time in Finland until it blows over."
"Have you been arrested?"
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 6, 2005 17:05:38 GMT -5
"I need some space." Heikki says as he puts on his rain jacket. He grabs an umbrella as well.
"I'll talk to you both later." He says with an angry scowl. He puts the bunny back and heads out the door to take a walk.
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Post by kurt on Apr 6, 2005 17:08:30 GMT -5
I frown and cross my arms.
"I'm a lot more sane than your friends who trashed downtown..." I say, upset and annoyed. "If you're going to destroy something, at least have a target broader than 'the city of Helsinki'."
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Post by Dead Character on Apr 6, 2005 17:09:41 GMT -5
"Come on, don't be mean. You know I was just joking with you." Antero replies.
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Post by Gabriel on Apr 6, 2005 17:21:56 GMT -5
After the terrorist incident, Gabriel drives to Moscow. He takes a flight back to the United States and flies to Bismark. SEVEN told him to wait in the city while more information is being gathered about the SLA. The SLA is a wild cult of capitalists haters. But they are secretive and HOLY is having a hard time finding information on how well they are armed and their numbers. Marys and Johns have been working hard to collect info about these special Demons. There will be a crack down soon. They've been abducting people and brainwashing them into joining their causes. They are liars and extremeists. All heathens are at risk unless the leadership is killed or captured. And so everyone at holy is waiting to carry out the miracle.
Gabriel himself heads to a local cafe. He orders a ham on rye and eats it in the corner, keeping a keen eye on every stranger who enters the cafe. His deep blue eyes survey the room. He is always on guard for dangers. He is never off duty. He also awaits word from the mysterious SEVEN. He figgets with his fingers and runs them through his hair. He is nervous. These dreams about the Mary he lost are getting worse.
He stares out the window, down the street at some kids playing in the water spraying out of a fire hydrant. It brings a smile to his face as he recalls when he was young and innocent. That was so long ago now. He sometimes wishes he never joined the ugly underside of society so he could fight crime. But he does it in memory of his father.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 6, 2005 17:24:12 GMT -5
"Ciao." Zivon says as Heikki leaves.
"Yeah I have been to jail. I was really drunk one night, and ended up stealing this car with this other guy, Joel, who's also in Das Ende, when we were both on vacation somewhere along the east coast of America. After we were done screwing around with it, we get out, and put a brick on the accelerator, sending the car off of a cliff, and landing on top of a boathouse. Well turns out this boathouse was having a party for all of these rich fucks, and the car I stole happened to be the mayor's son's car. Nobody was hurt, but they found out who stole the car. We both got arrested, and they meant to crucify us. Our story was that we were framed up, and we ended up getting the ACLU to sponsor our case. The greater charges were dropped, but we had to spend 6 months in prison from the whole thing." I say, somewhat proudly.
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Post by dariya on Apr 6, 2005 17:27:32 GMT -5
"Wow, that's a cool story. I am kind of glad I've never been to jail. Going to jail would kind of suck."
"You know, I was watching on the news about this orphan boy in Russia who was raised on the streets by dogs. He was afraid of humans and when aid workers came to take him off the street, he refused to leave his dog family. It was a really pathetic story. Life sure is shitty."
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