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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 22, 2005 20:11:51 GMT -5
"Awe, Hey Lysander, what's up!" Bassarov says cheerfully. Then walks over to Selja and puts his hand on her shoulder.
"Come on now, what are the tears for? We can spend some time together later."
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Post by dead character on May 22, 2005 20:12:10 GMT -5
There was a car bombing near my hotel this morning. At least I will be able to leave this place. I have a new assignment. I have a rare interview with the Australian Prime Minister. This comes after the announcement that Australia will be backing out of anti terrorist military engagements. Of course, this big news for all of us.
So I board a plane from Damascus and after many hours arrive in Australia.
I hope the interview goes well. I have never interviewed a world leader before. I feel a little intimidated. I say to another journalist traveling with me.
I go to my hotel to collect myself and prepare for the interview.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on May 22, 2005 20:14:04 GMT -5
"Not much. Where are you guys?"
I can kinda hear whats going on in the backround.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 22, 2005 20:14:27 GMT -5
I manage to mutter "Why did you do it?" Somehow this bothers me more than I think it should, and subconsiously I realize the double-standard since I am attracted to other women, but at the moment I don;t even remember that.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 22, 2005 20:17:20 GMT -5
"Oh well, you know Lysander. Just hanging out with my friends here in Venezuela." Bassarov says to Lysander a little distracted by things.
He turns to Selja.
"Selja...." Is all Bassarov can say. He feels a little uncomfortable and stressed, but he does his best to hide it by acting as if nothing happened or that it is no big deal.
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Post by soledad on May 22, 2005 20:18:39 GMT -5
My father leaves for a business trip and my mother goes to visit a friend on the other side of the city. This is my best chance to leave them. I leave a message on Cheech's answering machine for Alejos.
This is Soledad, I am leaving Bogota. I will see you soon.
Then, I sneak out into the night with a backpack full of my things. I left a note on the fridge for my mother. I know my parents will be upset, but this is something I have to do.
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Post by bastet on May 22, 2005 20:18:50 GMT -5
After a couple of hours, I had finally found the hotel. I check in and drop my "stuff" in the room and began walking through the streets, with just a cell and bag with my lap top inside. My officer sent me and try to find a woman name Helene DeBoĆs and a man name Valodya Bassarov. All she told me that just to follow them and find where they are currently staying. I don't why they are so special, I mean one of them is a teacher/Hedonist and other is part some organation, but that her orders. I continued to walk towards the mall area.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on May 22, 2005 20:22:05 GMT -5
"Cool... you know, im very bored. Im coming to Venezuela. What city are you guys in?"
I smile, though no one can see it.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 22, 2005 20:23:11 GMT -5
"Why Vossya? If you wanted some you could've just asked me! Or did he do you?" I ask, now angry and loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on May 22, 2005 20:24:08 GMT -5
"We're in Caracas. Go ahead, the more the merrier." Bassarov replies, in his "I am going to be cheerful and ignore the fact that Selja is crying." sort of way.
And since there is really no ignoring Selja, he glares at her.
"Well, Sakari and I are good friends and really that isn't your business. You are not my girlfriend. You will never be my girlfriend. I can do as I please."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 22, 2005 20:25:41 GMT -5
"Hey hey, did anyone else hear that knock???" Sakari asks, clapping his hands together, and still in his underwear. He puts some pants on and goes to answer the door, a little disappointed that nobody's there. He walks out into the hallway, closes the door behind him, and reads the note while zipping his pants up.
"Right on... She digs us..." I say to myself, and look around to see if maybe I can spot this person.
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Post by dead character on May 22, 2005 20:27:00 GMT -5
After a few hours I head to the studio where we will be having this interview. While I await the arrival of Mr. Denham, I think of Mischa, the Russian soldier.
I haven't seen him since I was reporting in Chechnya.
I hope Mischa is doing okay. I worry about him. I should call him later I say to myself.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on May 22, 2005 20:29:45 GMT -5
"Cool!"
Before I hang up, I hear what Selja says. Hes gay! I knew it! It doesn't shock me, you could tell.
I get to an airport, and as I wait for the plain, I start to think. Maybe, just maybe.. I could tell him. I mean... yes, I will tell him. Ive got to tell someone!
----after the plane ride, and lots of drinks and penuts----
I arive in venezuela, and get to the city where Bassarov is. I start wandering around, looking for where he is at.
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Post by Selja Hakalamaki on May 22, 2005 20:31:42 GMT -5
I begin to get tearful again, hearing him say that to me so bluntly... "Vossya... I'm pregnant." I state. Of course I'm not really pregnant, I've tested myself more than once to make sure, but he doesn't know that...
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on May 22, 2005 20:33:33 GMT -5
Sakari had his ear to the door, and overhears what Selja says. He creeks open the door, Selja has her back to him, and mouths the word "pregnant????" so Valodya can see it, and points to Selja. He shrugs his shoulders in a "what the fuck??" sort of way. When Selja turns around, he straightens his face, and nods his head.
"Oh ah, sorry to intrude... Do you want any ice?"
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