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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Apr 19, 2005 17:18:31 GMT -5
Moo thread.
(I've moved from piratespeak to cowspeak.)
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Post by Eric "Bug" Johnson on Apr 20, 2005 16:18:04 GMT -5
"Good, come, I mean that's good, I don't trust the post office." I say, a lot calmer around Marla than I am around anybody else.
"I'm excited to see what you've done." I walk back to my desk, pull my chair from behind the desk to where my view isn't obstructed by the computer monitor, and sit down.
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Post by Calithin Crest on Apr 20, 2005 16:20:23 GMT -5
I think about it for a minute, does anyone really like working.
"I suppose it's alright. We simply provide a service. It's really no different than working for a grocery store, people will always need to eat so there will always be a need for food. The same is true about war, it will always be nessisary and therefore always in demand.
Anyway, I travel alot and I make enough money for now. To be honest I'm here because I plan to start my own business one of these days, and this happens to be good way to gain insight."
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Post by toivo on Apr 20, 2005 16:20:46 GMT -5
I let out an awkward laugh, and hug her, patting her on the back a few times.
"Sorry Joutsen, I've just been busy is all. I'd like it if you came to the bar to see me." I say, nodding my head.
"It's just, I've been busy going to protests and picket lines. After work the hotel a couple of blocks down from here is having a picket line, you can come if you like." I suggest.
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Post by Tristan Thistle on Apr 20, 2005 16:22:29 GMT -5
((I know there's something I should be reporting right now, but I've just completely forgot. If anybody has any news they would like the BBC to cover, please PM me. Thank you.))
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Post by tounela on Apr 20, 2005 16:23:56 GMT -5
"Maybe I will! Maybe we should all go down there. I'm sure Ernest can find someone to watch the bar a few hours while he demonstrates!"
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 20, 2005 16:24:52 GMT -5
After making a quick stop at the grocery store, and walking through their picket line, Zivon drives back to Heikki's place, sexually frustrated. He heads inside, hoping Dariya's there.
I set the couple bags of groceries on the counter, and begin putting the stuff away.
"Hey Dariya. If you're here, we have food now." Zivon yells into the empty apartment.
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Post by Varick Rommel on Apr 20, 2005 16:26:32 GMT -5
Everyone is escorted out of the warehouse.
((I don't really know what you want to do with us, so I'll leave that up to you.))
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Post by toivo on Apr 20, 2005 16:28:03 GMT -5
"Yeah yeah, you should come too, Ern'." I say, inventing the nickname 'Ern' on the spot. "I'm sure it'll help out your pub."
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Post by Hannah on Apr 20, 2005 16:28:28 GMT -5
"I happen to love my job. I got into it a year ago when my husband left me and took our son with him. He said I was crazy and he couldn't stand it anymore."
"Oh, he's a wonderful scientist and very smart and caring. "
"Where was I? Oh yes, my job. I love my job. I get to travel and help people. I also get to meet interesting and kind business people like you, Mr. Crest. People who want to improve lives like you have in Sierre Leone."
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Post by dariya on Apr 20, 2005 16:35:12 GMT -5
Zivon enters and almost trips on one of the many empty wine cooler bottles on the apartment floor.
"Where have you been, looover?" I say, wagging my finger at him. The apartment is trashed.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 20, 2005 16:44:24 GMT -5
Zivon stops putting the groceries away, and looks behind Dariya to a trashed apartment.
"I see you've been busy." I reply. Not like I really care, it's Heikki's place. "You feel like sex?"
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Post by dariya on Apr 20, 2005 16:48:38 GMT -5
"Yeah but I look like a mess. Let me comb my hair."
I pick a pink comb off the floor and start combing through the snarls.
"I have to look pretty...pretty for you. Ha...." The comb gets stuck in my hair.
"Where did Heikki go?"
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Apr 20, 2005 16:55:02 GMT -5
"You look fine." Zivon says, taking the comb out of her hair. "He's in France or something." Zivon heads into the guest room this time, leading Dariya there too. The room has a lock on it.
Once inside, I lock the door behind us.
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Post by dariya on Apr 20, 2005 16:57:22 GMT -5
"Wait..now, no no no. I puked all over the beds. I puked in Heikki's bed first then in this one. We can't, it needs to air out in here." I say to Zivon with drunken alarm. I take his hand and lead him out.
"We could...on the counter or table or that chest..I wonder why Heikki has a chest. I wonder what's inside. Maybe it's a treasure chest and he's a pirate."
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