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Post by snake on Apr 14, 2005 9:39:56 GMT -5
Volgin griited his teeth from the pain put he heel behind Jose tripped him and smashed his face against the floor multiple times. "Taste the cheap linoleum" mocked Volgin.
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Post by Joseph "Jose" Ponce on Apr 14, 2005 9:43:37 GMT -5
Jose was used to his face being smashed from his years in wrestling and that one year in the streets of Juarez. He then swept his feet tripping Volgin then bring his foot onto the crotch of the downed Volgin.
"Linoleum is no match for my Indonesian Rubber Boots".
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Post by snake on Apr 14, 2005 9:45:47 GMT -5
"And the cup i where is now match for your crappy boots." Volgin grabs the knife from the hilt and thrust it into Jose's right shoulder.
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Post by Joseph "Jose" Ponce on Apr 14, 2005 9:50:14 GMT -5
He grabs the knife out of his shoulder and quickly points in the weakest point of Volgin's left Kneecap and pushed it in further with his foot "Well your bones are no match for stainless stell, bitch!"
Jose then walked off clutching his soldier taking medical supplies out of the cabinet and started treating his wound.
"My father had injuries in his knee but he could still walk and his were much worse. But you won't be able to walk for quite a while"
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Post by snake on Apr 14, 2005 9:54:23 GMT -5
"I don't need to walk" Volgin yanks out the knife and throws it at jose nailing him in the exact place he had stabbed jose earlier.
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Post by Joseph "Jose" Ponce on Apr 14, 2005 10:00:39 GMT -5
Unfortunately the side knicked his shoulder and his knee buckled but he quickly regained balance.
"OofNice throw. As fun as this was I'm bleed horribly so if you excuse me I'm going to the ER."
And he walked out adn stopped before the door.
"I hope such problems won't affect us out on the road."
He reached the hallway and fainted of blood loss.
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Post by snake on Apr 14, 2005 10:02:04 GMT -5
Volgin sighed called the nurse and had him and himself transpoted to the E.R.
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Post by day on Apr 14, 2005 14:10:09 GMT -5
After working a while, I check my answering machine. A message is left telling me that she would be allowed in for a meating, but afterwards was to either be given residence or could not come back, becuase they could not allow her to exit the premisies; there were too many secrets for her to be trusted, even if she ment the best.
I see this on a smart move on their part, but not good news for me... What if she hasn't changed? I would have to see her almost every day. Maybe I never should have called her, but it is too late now.
I call the number that I called before, which must have been her cell phone...
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Apr 14, 2005 14:33:39 GMT -5
"So, Valodya, shall we be getting somewhere? Im ready to catch some action or something."
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Post by Ernie McMillan on Apr 14, 2005 14:36:38 GMT -5
"C'mon mate, its morning. Drink this and take this."
Tiovo fell asleap after another drink on the counter, and I'm sure he will have a headache now. He probably learned his lesson.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Apr 14, 2005 16:05:39 GMT -5
Bassarov hates that he's been keeping everyone, but at least they all know where Sakari and Cambridge are.
"Fine, we can get going right now. Let's all go to the train station and go to Germany then." Bassarov says.
He picks up his bags and leads them to the Moskva Voksal. There they pick up a train and are on their way.
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Post by Grey on Apr 14, 2005 16:13:01 GMT -5
Grey continues to work in the gardens. Come late summer, there will be quite a harvest. He is proud of his efforts, and sits on a rock for a while to admire the vegetable gardens. Things are going well here. Life is peaceful. The others are building up arms and recruits. Things are good.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 14, 2005 16:15:21 GMT -5
Heikki packs his things and gets ready to leave. He looks around his apartment for Dariya and Zevon, but both are gone. He leaves them a note and heads out the door to meet Shura at the airport.
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Post by Calithin Crest on Apr 14, 2005 16:20:04 GMT -5
I look up from my work and motion for her to sit down.
"No I haven't. Who do you help? The homeless, the sickly, the hungry, or just generally poor people? Because I like specifics."
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Post by Hannah on Apr 14, 2005 16:24:15 GMT -5
"Our job is to keep an eye on human rights violations. So mostly it is war crimes, cruel and unjust punishments, genocide, and so on." I explain to him.
"Now that I think of it, I think we are watching your company in Sierre Leone."
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