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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 22, 2005 15:51:07 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know how it is." Then Bassarov decides to drop that topic. "So, I heard you were kicked out of the party. What happened?"
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Post by Eric "Bug" Johnson on May 22, 2005 15:58:46 GMT -5
I applaud as the others do. The football game looks good, and sports titles were always our best sellers.
"Thank you, Marla..." I say, having taken notes on the presentation. She's the only one I take notes for. The others do their stuff, and I spend the duration of the meeting playing snake on my PDA.
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Post by Maria Bessmertny on May 22, 2005 16:06:25 GMT -5
Maria slowly turns her head. "Yeah, okay, you can bring Boris." She says, and pats the dog on the head.
"It was nice meeting you two." She says politely to the other two in the room, whose names she already forgot.
"We should probably get going." Maria says, and rubs her eyes.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 22, 2005 16:33:57 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, that..." Sakari says, then laughs uncomfortably and looks out the window.
"I ah... Sorta, well they kinda found out about me going to the anarchist convention, and they were a little pissed about it. Considering the fact that the meetings I missed were the last meetings we've ever held with the leadership still intact. Though I'm still a sympathizer."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 22, 2005 16:37:37 GMT -5
"I'm sorry Sakari. Well, who knows what the future has in store. Though actually kicking you out of the party seems a little drastic. But as you said, you can still be a sympathizer." Bassarov replies, trying to look on the bright side.
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Post by shizue on May 22, 2005 17:15:44 GMT -5
As I took over 20 pictures on my camera, my cell began to ring. At first, I thought it would be my brother, but it turn out to be my high rank officer of ISO. His name is Raphael Alphonse Babin and his pretty much well known in the ISO. If you ask him get get certian data on a certain high rank person, he will give it to you in the next few hours. I quickly put down the camera next to me and pick my cell.
Hello? Mr Babin?
Hello Rousseau how are your travels going?
I guess fine. Do you need anything?
Do you have the pictures of Valodya Bassarov?
Yes sir. I captured some pictures of him in Venezuela and few of them, he was talking to his female friend and she doesn't look familar.
I see......what else do you have?
In the other pictures, I took very few pics of Valodya Bassarov, walking with Sakari Lehtinen........
Are you sure its Sakari Lehtinen?
I believe so sir, but why you sound so surprised?
Its nothing, Rousseau, but good work. Keep an eye on Bassarov and Lehtinen. Got it?
Got it sir and we both hung up the phone. Its better worth something.
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Post by Helene DeBoís on May 22, 2005 17:23:19 GMT -5
Helene sits up in bed and streches. Her head aches, like she has been up all night. Slowly, last nighst events come back to her. Coffee with Bassarov and Rei. Bar and Rum Shots. Guy named Alejandros... Lousy lay... Cursing in Spanish...
Whats the point of being a hedonist if no one can please you? She thinks in a grumpy way.
She rolls out of the bed... and steps on to a condom. Eww... gross. She picks it off her foot and flings it out the open window. It is 1pm. So much for breakfast.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on May 22, 2005 17:47:04 GMT -5
((Once again... a little lost. I tink I am back for good now... my busy school stuff is over. Anyway, yah))
I pull out my phone, sitting on a bench, and call Bassarov. After taking a week or two with Aleks, now is a good time to be back.
The phone rings...
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Post by Zshar-Ptitsa on May 22, 2005 17:49:48 GMT -5
I skip into Kaschei's office, the bowl of jellybeans in my arm, whistling.
"Hey, Jim! Sup? You know, I still havent taken the va-ca with your wife yet. Oh well..."
I move over to his side, and do a bit of a jig.
"How ya been?"
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Post by Gene Stabler on May 22, 2005 17:52:15 GMT -5
I continue sifting through the files on my desk, trying to decide what to do.
"This is not as exciting as it is supposed to be!"
I sit of strait, still working. Man, I wish one of my underlings would randomly charge into my office.
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Post by shizue on May 22, 2005 17:54:00 GMT -5
As I put away my cell back in my pocket, something went onto my lap. First I thought some random bird did its surprise on me but when it turn on to be a used condom, you can say that I started freaking out.
"Bloody kill!!!" and I quickly took off the used condom off of me.
"This gotta be someone's sick joke....." I quickly gather my stuff and began walking around in Silicon Valley.
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Post by Helene DeBoís on May 22, 2005 17:55:24 GMT -5
Helene steps out of the steaming bathroom and walks over to the cart of food in her room. She loves roomservice. She can cook, but why when someone else can do you the favor. She sits on her bed and digs into the re-fried bean burrito and chaluppas (sp?)
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Post by bastet on May 22, 2005 18:12:17 GMT -5
The assassinian on the Prime Minister of the Aussies is failed because for personal reasons but I will explain later. After hours of flying from Venezuela, I have finally landed in Silicon Valley.
I quickly grab my book bag and got of the plane. As I walk through the crowds of people in the airport is so annoying and started to fell warm though, but I don't mind at all. I still have the Egyptian blood in me. I quickly got out of the airport and started walking through the streets.
I just hope that anyone dosen't regonized me as a assassin and linguist for the Sicilian Mafia
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 22, 2005 18:43:27 GMT -5
I wake up fairly early in the morning, feeling better than I did last night. As soon as I eat breakfast I go to Bassarov's room and knock several times, and get no answer. I decide to check Sakari's room, as maybe he decided to sleep on the second bed there. It only takes me a minute to locate the room, and I knock on the door.
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on May 22, 2005 18:57:06 GMT -5
I wake up sprawled out on the mattress, which frankly surprises me. I'm used to being a motionless sleeper, but I don't worry about it. I get up and call Room Service to have a heavy breakfast sent up to me.
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