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Post by mihoko on Jun 28, 2005 21:33:44 GMT -5
My sisters and I drove from the airport to Sakura's home for an hour and we are finally there. Sakura's and Kaori's are practically next to each other but both houses look really nice. We all got out of the car and went inside. Kaori help me carried my bags to the guest room and Sakura went to the kitchen and making some green tea.
"So.....how are things Mihoko?"
"Alright I guess but somewhat struggling but still doing okay."
"Thats good to hear..." and both of us went to the main living room and sat down the couches. Sakura came back with a three cups of green tea.
"Arigato Sakura......"I says to her and took a sip from the tea.
"Welcome imootoo...." and sat next to Kaori. "Anyway.....did you met anyone in Paris?"
"I did meet someone there........."
"Well, tell us then." Kaori asked but demanded
"His name is Damek and I thought he was a nice guy but he was using me the whole time."
"Don't worry Miho chan." Sakura reasurring me, "Someday, you will find someone who is really kind as you."
"Very true." Kaori agrees. I just nodded and continued talking with my sisters
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Post by opheliapenhallow on Jun 28, 2005 21:45:15 GMT -5
'Really!' says Ophelia, her eyes opening wide at Lan's answer. 'Of course I've heard of you, I just didn't recognise you. I'm going to the G8 Summit to, I do believe we're at the same meeting!'
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Post by Lan Zheng-Lafleur on Jun 28, 2005 21:51:31 GMT -5
"Wonderful. Well, let's walk together since I have an interview and I have some things to discuss along the way." I say as we start walking towards where I am staying and where I am later schedualed to have a meeting in the conference room.
"What I am really hoping is that I can convince some of the leaders coming here that the UN Security Council either needs to be reformed or taken out entirely. It happens that those on the Security Council, also happen to be members of the G-8, so this is a wonderful opportunity for us. Though I am sure organizational reform on the UN will not be discussed in the meeting, it never hurts to push the issue."
"I believe they will probably focus on terrorism, the war on terrorism, and the faltering world economy." I explain to her as we walk.
"It worries me. I worry that the UN has no future."
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Post by Helene DeBoís on Jun 28, 2005 21:52:59 GMT -5
Helene leaves as well, hoping Bassarov and Sonny didn't get too far. When she gets outside, she doesn't spot them so she walks by herself instead. Russia isn't all of what she expected. She expected to see monuments and depressed village people. To her surprise. Russia is... well... different. No wonder he likes it here. It doesn't seem as hellish as America...
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jun 28, 2005 22:02:42 GMT -5
Well... anytime you want to talk about it... I mean... I am in no position to judge anyone. She hopes he doesn't think she is a nosy girl. My family? Well, there isn't much. My mom was a teacher but she was always depressed. See she had to give up a baby boy she had before me because she didn't have the money to take care of him.
I suppose I am smart. Both of my parents were teachers and they always taught me things ahead of my grade at home.
She shrugs as if it was nothing too important. What about yours?
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Jun 28, 2005 22:08:34 GMT -5
"My mother was married before she met my father, and from that marriage, she had a daughter, so I have a half sister, her name is Helvi. My mother later divorced him and met my father. I never knew my father, they were never married. When I was about 8 my mother got cancer and died, so I was sent to live with my uncle."
"So, my life has always been kind of a mess. I have been tossed around from relative to relative. I never quite got over the loss of my mother."
"I don't know my sister Helvi very well. She came to visit me, and well, my best friend thought it would be a good idea to sleep with her. I got so mad that I just left. So, here I am. I just...would never do something so rude and insensitive as that."
"But whatever. I have a hard time holding a grudge. I think I will visit my sister soon. I will visit my friend as well and try to make up with him."
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Post by dead character on Jun 28, 2005 22:14:27 GMT -5
I head back to my hotel in London and pack my things. No use staying here any longer. I should get back to Dublin. I need to get back to work anyway.
I head out the door with my dufflebag and head to the airport so I can catch my flight. I am worried about getting hastled at customs or security, but nope, they let me pass. They do however stop a teacher from Jordan.
"That's right, you get those terrorists." I mutter as I pass them.
I get on my plane and am on my way back home.
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Post by damek on Jun 28, 2005 22:19:53 GMT -5
Damek wonders around London for a while. He is broke and is going to have a hard time finding someone who he can mooch off of. He finally gives up and decides that he will sleep outside in the park. He walks to a large group of lilac bushes and sits between them, the thick foliage protecting him from the view of others. "This is freedom." He thinks to himself. He thinks of Mihoko and how he wasn't very nice to her. "It's her fault for trusting me. I told her from the start I'm not a good person. She should have listened."
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jun 28, 2005 22:20:45 GMT -5
Natasha cocks her head and frowns. If he is your best friend, why would he sleep with you sister? It seems a bit-- She realizes what she is doing and shuts up. I'm sorry about your mother.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Jun 28, 2005 22:27:14 GMT -5
"He's a nihilist like me. We shouldn't care about such things." Heikki says but doesn't want to discuss it. It is a sore area for him. "We have a really nice backyard. Would you like to sit back there and enjoy the weather. We have one of those wooden swings you can sit in and many flowering bushes." He says, trying to change the subject. He looks at her and thinks that she must be the most beautiful woman he has ever met, and feels a little shy again.
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Post by longsen on Jun 28, 2005 22:31:55 GMT -5
After a couple of hours of sleeping, I woken up and sat up. My hair is messy but I don't care at all. I grab my bag with a labtop, brush my hair a bit and left the hotel.
Some people gave me stares as I walk through the streets but I just ignored them. I need some time of my own anyway.
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Post by glimmer on Jun 28, 2005 22:33:34 GMT -5
I stand back and watch the flames consume a shiny new SUV. This is really nothing compared with what some groups do, but it is something to me. I leave once I hear the police car sirens. I retreat to my hotel room, and plot my next act of vandalism.
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jun 28, 2005 22:34:25 GMT -5
She nods and smiles. Sure, why not. I never get out during the day anyways. She gets up and pulls down the hem of the shirt. She feels...full and fat but it would be rude to go handle that so she bears with it. So, as a nihilist, do you ever have a problem not believing in certain things?
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Jun 28, 2005 22:40:28 GMT -5
They head to the backyard, which is pretty secluded. Heikki sits down on the large wooden bench swing.
"Yeah, it's a challenge. You have to examine everything. Since all things are given value and meaning by society. All behaviors are just a prescription based on the meaning we attach to interpersonal relationships and ultimately authority."
"Like, say, friendship. What is friendship? It can reduced to nothing more special than an instinctual need for others for our own survival and reproduction I supppse. It serves some evolutionary purpose."
"All of the behaviors and expections we attach to it, well, that's all made up. It isn't some ultimate truth. So you have to weed through all the thoughts and behaviors that society expects of us or teaches us, and go to the very core."
"But, just because friendship or relationships are nothing more than some tactic of survival, it doesn't make it less significant. We still need it. And we still need to act in a certain way to preserve it."
"If you think of everything too much, it twists your mind into a knot. It happens to me a lot."
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Post by dariya on Jun 28, 2005 22:54:07 GMT -5
I find myself in Paris. I don't even know why. I just need a change of scenery. God, I hate everything.
I head to a bar and get drunk off my ass, then stumble around the streets shouting obsenities.
"Get out of my way you fucker. Damn is that a Euro on the ground?"
I bend over and pick it up. "It's my luckin fucky day!"
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