|
Post by Tom McLeod on May 13, 2005 23:24:34 GMT -5
"I know what you're saying..." I state. "We need to stay out of sight... Call it unpatriotic, but you can't be a political voice in prison."
|
|
|
Post by Cris Mason on May 13, 2005 23:26:17 GMT -5
"Oh no..." I say pleasantly, while thinking I only wish... since I still think Dylan is a guy. "You pretty much went right to bed. I wanted to talk but you were conked out."
|
|
|
Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 13, 2005 23:26:23 GMT -5
"Once again! Put down your arms!"
"Listen here, you bourgeois pig! You've got your gun, and I've got mine. I'm not harming anyone, I'm not doing anything illegal. You're aming at me, I'm standing here debating. If you fire upon me, know that I WILL return fire, and it will be justified," Alejos said, still standing atop of the car.
|
|
|
Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 13, 2005 23:26:28 GMT -5
"I'm going to at least check out what's going on. You don't have to go along, but I don't want something to happen to the others." Bassarov replies. He hopes that this does not involve Alejos, since more like than not, he will try to provoke the police.
|
|
|
Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 13, 2005 23:27:42 GMT -5
"Uh yea..." I say with sudden concern. I thought I heard Bassarov say something about arming. I drag my cigarette almost unconsiously, I am so preoccupied with worry that I forgot that I still have it in my hand.
|
|
|
Post by Sarah "Fish" Fischer on May 13, 2005 23:28:04 GMT -5
"Oh... OK..." Dylan says, slightly relieved.
"Say... do you want to go out for coffee or something? My treat? Or dinner? I mean, it was so nice of you to let me sleep at your place..."
|
|
|
Post by sofia on May 13, 2005 23:30:16 GMT -5
You shouldn't smoke, it'll take years off your life I say as we drive up to the factory. At the factory is a lot of cops and a few armed people. Oh, there's Alejos.
|
|
|
Post by Cris Mason on May 13, 2005 23:30:38 GMT -5
"Sure, we can go right now, I don't have anything better to do. Where should I pick you up?" I say as I grab my keys, check to see how many smokes I have left and stick both in my pockets.
|
|
|
Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 13, 2005 23:31:44 GMT -5
"What? Oh, sorry." I say as I drop what's left out the window. "I kind of got hooked when I was alone and worried awhile back."
|
|
|
Post by Alejos H. Coy IV on May 13, 2005 23:32:02 GMT -5
"You repressed us before, but that was when we were defenseless! Now if you shoot without just cause, fire will be returned! We merely have weapons to defend ourselves from your tyranny," Alejos barks.
|
|
|
Post by Tom McLeod on May 13, 2005 23:32:23 GMT -5
"Well then be careful, and don't say anything stupid. You know, just stay in the crowds." I state as the phone rings. It's the party secretary, who wants to know what's happening. "Sorry Valodya, I have to take this call. Like I said, watch your back."
|
|
|
Post by sofia on May 13, 2005 23:34:05 GMT -5
Damn, he's going to get himself arrested. This is not good. I say as I watch the events unfold.
Try sucking lemon drops instead when you think you need a cigarette.
|
|
|
Post by Sarah "Fish" Fischer on May 13, 2005 23:34:54 GMT -5
"Oh... um, now is good. I just got out of the shower, so I'm basically ready to go," Dylan replies.
|
|
|
Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 13, 2005 23:36:21 GMT -5
"Yeah." I say as I watch intently, glad that I don't see Bassarov in the mess. "Why can't he learn when to keep his mouth shut?" I don't even hear the lemon-drop comment.
|
|
|
Post by Cris Mason on May 13, 2005 23:38:31 GMT -5
(we'll assume you told me your character's address)
"Okay, I'll be right over. See you in a few minutes." I say. I walk out to my car, a reproduction classic Camero, and start the engine. It is in pristine condition, and I don't smoke inside it. It only takes a few minutes for me to reach Dylan's house, and I get out and knock on the door.
|
|