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Post by tounela on May 20, 2005 1:48:46 GMT -5
I spend the better part of the afternoon putting up flyers around Helsinki. Normally other Green Party members would do this, but everyone has been so busy lately. I haven't seen Toivo in over three weeks and I have no idea what happened to Ernie!!
Once I am done, I return home and find that I am sunburnt! I should have known better and worn sunscreen, but since it is only May I was not in the habit of it.
My skin is very fair and burns easily. I put some aloe on the burnt areas but feel warm and uncomfortable for the remainder of the day.
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Jaffar Kruschev
Provisional Member
Russian Mafia Assassin
we are mercenaries; we live to fight and kill and die
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Post by Jaffar Kruschev on May 20, 2005 3:19:16 GMT -5
Jaffar thought to himself, why would a woman betray her husband? Does she not know love, I've never felt it though... Jaffar continued to advance toward them, blocking there way down the street. "Your husband wants you, mam," Jaffar said politely.
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Erich Von Hendrich
Provisional Member
German Communist Engineer
The Sword leaves a bigger mark on the world than the pen
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Post by Erich Von Hendrich on May 20, 2005 7:57:08 GMT -5
(Sorry for being so idle. I missed a lot though)
Erich was not standing for any of this. The Nazis are dead, and he'd be damned if they're coming back.
He took a while, but he had gathered everything he needed for his assaination plot. He procured a a weapon just for the job. He rented out a room in a building for the spot. He set up a system of ropes to steady his shot. The bullets were specially made for the occasion. He even had made one other dummy position with another Sniper rifle made to thrown off the police.
Everything was set. Now all he had to do was give a little time. He sat a played some Classical Music while h sat waiting.
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Post by merlyn36a on May 20, 2005 13:28:27 GMT -5
Greg arrives in Helsinki with plans to cover the Green Party’s protest against fascism. He travels first to the University of Helsinki looking for party literature as well as the newspapers that he can read. Setting down in the first café he finds. Greg orders a meal and begins reading over what he can of the information he has collected. At the same time making notes and working on how to locate protest organizers
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Post by tounela on May 20, 2005 14:26:18 GMT -5
(To Greg Richmond) The next day I head out again to put up the last of my flyers. My sunburnt skin feels a little better than it did yesterday but it is already starting to peel. How unpleasant.
I head to a local coffee shop and ask those working if I might hang a flyer up. They say yes, but the only empty spot on the bulletin board is in the high upper left corner. Even I can not reach it, and I am taller than most women.
Rather than get a chair to stand on, I turn to a man seated beside me. (Greg)
"Excuse me sir, could you help me for a moment? I need to pin this up and can't quite reach it."
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Post by Calithin Crest on May 20, 2005 16:16:36 GMT -5
"Alright Good. I don't think it's necessary to assassinate anyone, but if it gets to that I'll let you know."
I say in a rather tired tone. Unlike some people I don't believe in vacations and the situation in Congo is making down time very scarce. But of course I don't mind working hard since it only helps to build loyalty within the company.
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Post by Jumala Keitoleinen on May 20, 2005 16:23:10 GMT -5
"I trust you can handle things then. Call if you need something." Keitoleinen replies, though he knows that Calithin wouldn't call and he would probably be annoyed if he did. He hangs up. Now it is just a matter of waiting.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 20, 2005 20:18:02 GMT -5
"Oh I ah... Well, I'm not really... Finnish..." I say, then look around.
"That is, not entirely... I'm half... Swedish..." I say, then scratch my head. "I was raised in Sweden, that's why I don't know Finnish."
"So where are these reindeer things? I've never been to one."
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on May 20, 2005 20:22:03 GMT -5
"What? You've never joined in any reindeer games?" Lemminkainen asks in shock. He then feels pitty for Mischa. Giving him a sad look, he pats his shoulder and guides him to a large track where everyone is cheering on their race deer. Lemm spots his CO and brings Mischa over to him. He is wearing an antler cap for the event.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 20, 2005 20:47:29 GMT -5
I look around, and everyone seems to be enjoying this, perhaps a little too much. I approach the CO and greet him in English. I whisper under my breath so Lemmenkainen can't hear, that I'm here with the Russians, and that I don't speak Finnish at all. He replies in Russian.
"Ah! Comrade! Talk to me tomorrow..." Then he acts like I no longer exist. I turn back to Lemmenkainen.
"Ah, well... I guess I'll talk to him tomorrow... Where's the bar?"
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on May 20, 2005 20:53:49 GMT -5
Lemminkainen knows a little Russian and wonders why his CO spoke to Mischa in Russian. He must not know that he's Swedish. "He's Swedish." Lemminkainen corrects, but is ignored. Frustrated, he turns towards a nearby bar .
"Yeah, we can go to the bar. There's one just down the street. It's the one where I met Stefani."
Lemminkainen walks with Mischa back to the bar and looks around to see if he can spot Stefani. He is a little disappointed that she is nowhere to be seen.
"So where in Sweden are you from, Mischa?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 20, 2005 21:09:45 GMT -5
"Oh, ah..." I scratch my head, somehow the entire geography of Sweden disappears from my memory. I order a vodka.
"Oslo." I say, then take a large swig of my glass of vodka, ending it with a satisfied 'ahh...' I pat Lemmenkainen on the back, feeling comradely in the bar, probably because there aren't any other Russians around.
"Tell me about Stefani, and while you're at it, do you know any drinking songs?"
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Post by Ahti Lemminkainen on May 20, 2005 21:14:12 GMT -5
"Oh, there's an Oslo, Sweden. Better not tell Norway about that." Lemminkainen says jokingly.
He orders a Finnish beer and tries to think of a song. When he can't, he just makes one up. "How about Beerkainen is Superakkanen." Lemminkainen says, then teaches him the popular Finnish song.
They sing a while and then Lemminkainen talks about Stefani.
"Well, she's really strong and tall. She has nice eyes and hair. Um...she wears a little TOO much makeup if you know what I mean. She really likes red lipstick."
"Actually, Stefani is king of mysterious. Sometimes she returns my calls and sometimes she doesn't."
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 20, 2005 21:34:38 GMT -5
THe truth is since I have been spending time with Bassarov his socialistic ideals have been rubbing off on me. At the very least I am starting to take an interest in socialistic people, and spend more time talking with them. COnciquently I hear that Bassarov is going to Venezuela, so I go to his room and knock on the door.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on May 20, 2005 21:39:41 GMT -5
I sing the song with a noticable Russian slur, though I'm not drunk yet, after having one drink, I can feel the 'flow' of being intoxicated. I nod my head politely after he finishes his story.
"I'd be interested in meeting this person. Does she sing too?" I ask.
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