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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 10, 2005 0:38:34 GMT -5
"Some ice cream might be nice if they have any. I am open to any flavor, but prefer ones that aren't fruity."
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Post by Tom McLeod on Apr 10, 2005 0:44:47 GMT -5
"I think that can be arranged." I stand up, and feel a little dizzy but it passes. "It'll be nice talking to a fellow socialist for once, I spend so much time travelling that I seldom get to talk to anyone, let alone someone with similar beliefs. Now I'll be right back." I walk down to the food court and get a chocolate/vanilla swirl for Bassarov, and some roast beef for myself before walking back up to the room.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 10, 2005 0:47:41 GMT -5
Bassarov eats his icecream once Tom returns. He enjoys it, even though it is soft serve. Because he was closer to the blast than Tom, he sustained more injurries.
"I think I am going to rest again, but thanks for the ice cream."
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Post by Tom McLeod on Apr 10, 2005 0:54:09 GMT -5
"Oh it's not a problem. Sleep well." I say as I sit down and start eating my meal.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 10, 2005 0:56:16 GMT -5
Bassarov closed his eyes and went to sleep. He has been resting a lot, but at least his wounds are healing and every day he feels better.
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Post by Switzer on Apr 10, 2005 1:00:31 GMT -5
Christian and Himmel arrive in Berlin. The city is a chaos of police scrambling to figure out who was behind the attack and where they might be. Every one entering or leaving the city is stopped and questioned as more government officials die by the hour. Himmel and Christian pass the security check and enter the city. The day is still early, but they have much to do.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 10, 2005 1:08:15 GMT -5
Heikki eats a good portion of Chinese food. After a week of oatmeal, other food tastes amazing. He feels in a very good mood after eating, although he would hate to admit his happiness. He looks at Dariya and feels less hateful towards her, even if she does act a little skanky and stupid. He turns toward Zivon and feels less jealous and bitter of his friend.
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Post by Grey on Apr 10, 2005 1:23:09 GMT -5
Grey wakes up early. There is a lot of work ahead of him. He doesn't think of himself as a leader like Bianca is. He isn't even sure how he got put in charge of this.
The first order is a meeting in which he creates commitees to deal with certain organizational needs. One committee is to grow food, another to train recruits, one to secure arms, and another to secure funds.
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Andrew Kasher
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Anarcho Communist Psychic Detective
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Post by Andrew Kasher on Apr 10, 2005 9:35:27 GMT -5
"Oh cool!" Andrew says, smiling. "I've always wanted to go to Montana. It sounds nice out there..."
Hook, line, and sinker. Now let's hope I got lucky, and got landed in Grey's cell, or else this was a waste of time.
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Post by snake on Apr 10, 2005 15:21:57 GMT -5
Volgin yelled brought his elbow to the side of the van the van stopped Volgin sat there three armored man stood in front of him and threw him on the ground we are gonna take you some where nice they laughed and threw him into another van but the back of this one was padding where the hell was he going he needed help.Was anyone going to save him.
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Post by Hearst on Apr 10, 2005 15:32:27 GMT -5
"Most of us will be leaving here in a few days, but Soliah is heading to Montana tomorrow. If you can find her you can ask her for a ride. She's tall, dirty blonde hair, tattoo of a hydra on her shoulder. You can't miss her." I explain to Derek.
I figure that he can talk to other people around here and they can help him out. I have other things to do.
I walk away from him and go downstairs to meet with the person who owns this apartment and who called everyone together.
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Post by davelee on Apr 10, 2005 18:26:25 GMT -5
"Well, I'm glad to go to Moscow. I just hope President Putin. Is, Well Non-Flammable. Wait. Why am I here?"
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Post by Gene Stabler on Apr 10, 2005 18:47:29 GMT -5
((Sorry i have been gone. I am now back))
"The SLA, hu? Thats what you are working on? I have heard about them, and their brainwashed hostage. Once we free him, we will be able to revert his brain to where he can see rationaly once again. And, If you wish me to help you alng with this, the FBI would be most pleased.
"But, that is not why I came here. My predesesor, A Mr. James, worked with a woman agent, Zero, from the airforce. I was wondering, since you wre in Chechnia and right near their positions when Mr. James was killed, do you think this Zero had to do with his death? I have heard most intreguing things of her boss, a Gen. Kolov. What can you tell me?"
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 10, 2005 18:54:40 GMT -5
"Man, this is boring. When are you gonna like, explode or something, Mr. Bassarov?"
I sit up in my chair after a nap. I've been in the hospitol room, waiting for nothing at all. Boring.
"Where did Cambridge and Sakrai go, anyway?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 10, 2005 19:17:11 GMT -5
"Cambridge and Sakari went out looking for the leadership of the party, that is, to see what became of them. If you would like to join them, they shouldn't have gone that far." Bassarov replies. He is feeling better and is getting antsy to leave.
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