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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Jun 19, 2005 0:03:50 GMT -5
Another thread.
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Post by shizue on Jun 20, 2005 15:01:54 GMT -5
I open the door and let in Trish and Linkin. I both hug them and gave them a kiss on the cheek. Then I led to the couch and they sat.
"Can you guys please exuse me, let me get Stacey." Then I quickly went upstairs and found Stacey in her bedroom.
Hey Stace, Trish and Linkin are here."
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Post by Katrina Bassarov on Jun 20, 2005 15:03:04 GMT -5
Pitié! Am I the only one throwing up?
Katrina rolls on to her back and stares at the ceiling.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 20, 2005 15:05:09 GMT -5
"Have a pepto bismol, Katrina. It might help." He suggests and gives her two chewable caplets.
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Post by Calithin Crest on Jun 20, 2005 15:09:32 GMT -5
"Oh I realize it must sound terribly out of character but fear not Cassius, I was simply there doing a favor for a friend trying to dilute them from revolution. And though I doubt my arguments persuaded any of them it was still good to get out of the office for a few days. They were a bit off track and eccentric, but good people all in all. I have no complaints."
I stand up from my chair and walk around a little as I speak, feeling a bit anxious in this small space. I should ask for a bigger office... Yes, I will definitely do that tomorrow.
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Jun 20, 2005 15:16:12 GMT -5
While the Venezuelan capitalists are preparing to take power, I decide that I will give Lysander a call to tell him I am in town.
I call his hotel room and wait for someone to pick up.
I do hope that Harper and Hiisi can handle the rest of this. I say to myself.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 20, 2005 15:18:22 GMT -5
I frown.
"I guess I'll get that, scuse me."
I grab the phone
"'ello!"
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Jun 20, 2005 15:19:54 GMT -5
"Hello Lysander. I was just calling to say that I am in the area. How have you been?"
I ask in a genuine and friendly tone, though really I am neither.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 20, 2005 15:21:53 GMT -5
I grimace. She's prolly trying to follow me, or something.
"Um... hi. Im actualy a little sick, but no big deal. Sorry that I left you and all that, but stuff just wasn't working out, you understand?"
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Jun 20, 2005 15:25:17 GMT -5
"You aren't feeling well, you poor thing. Want me to come over with some soup? No, I understand, Lysander. I just want you to be happy. I say. This is a lie. I want him to suffer and then maybe die a painful death, but it sounds nicer to tell him I want him to be happy.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 20, 2005 15:28:29 GMT -5
Bassarov just closes his eyes and really doesn't pay any attention to Lysander's conversation. It isn't his business anyway.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 20, 2005 15:31:33 GMT -5
BS she wants me to be happy. The selfish snob.
"No, no thanks. Im good. You called for a reason, right? Whats the reason?"
I frown.
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Post by Aleksandra Odinsova on Jun 20, 2005 15:35:12 GMT -5
"Just to check up on you and say I am returning to Russia. Also to say that the capitalists are going to take power here and everyone is too sick to do a thing about it. Workers, students, socialists, everyone has the flu. Oh well. Bye Lysander
I hang up and start laughing. But really I have to go. I drive to the airport so I don't miss my flight back to Russia.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 20, 2005 15:38:23 GMT -5
I look up, hanging up the phone. I frown, scream, and put my hands to my head.
"Thats Bitch! She did it!!!"
I keep saying it, over and over.
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Post by Katrina Bassarov on Jun 20, 2005 15:38:42 GMT -5
Katrina pops the two chewables in her mouth and puts her head back on the pillow. She would mess with Lysander but he is on the phone. Sounds like his ex.
She raises her head and looks at Lysander like he's gone mad.
What the hell are you talking about?
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