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Post by Kaschei Bessmertny on Jul 11, 2005 1:13:48 GMT -5
In a mansion in Chechnya, the base of an affiliate mafia group to Kaschei's, Septimus is lead by guards to the office of one of the central leaders of this group. He is bleeding, but claims to come with information, thus, the injured man is allowed into their secret domain. The leader of the group, a stout man wearing a suit, who hopes to profit from an oil pipeline being built through Chechnya, looks Septimus over, but says little.
"So, you come with information?" He asks abruptly.
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Post by Helene DeBoís on Jul 11, 2005 1:17:11 GMT -5
Helene pulls on a sweater and heads out behind Bassarov.
So, other than being exhusted, mentally that is, what's wrong?
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Post by damek on Jul 11, 2005 1:17:59 GMT -5
Damek finds work at a local farm, and gets to work right away helping to make hay. His job is to unload bails of hay from a large wagon onto a conveyer belt, which lifts the bails up into a hay loft where they are stacked neatly. This work is hard, especially in the summer heat. He must wear a long sleaved shirt so his arms are not cut up by the straw. He gets dust and pollen in his nose and eyes, which irritates his sinuses. The pay is low, but at least it is something, and at least he can eat.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 11, 2005 1:19:51 GMT -5
"Ah, nothing really. I am geniunely glad to be back and yes, I am a little tired from the tests. Maybe I just feel a little overcome by all the terrible things happening in the world." He says as he looks out at the lake. The lake is fairly large. There are plenty of boats out this evening, and since it is still midsummer, the sun lingers in the sky all night long.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 1:21:47 GMT -5
Zivon laughs again, lowering his head in the same fashion he did earlier. This is all very strange to him, he still has a hard time understanding, but at least has heard her side of the story. He brings his hands up to his face, then lowers them again.
"Well... A letter, a phone call, a something would have been nice..." I know I'm making unreasonable demands, and I know that there really was nothing she could have done, but I really don't care. I need something to be upset with.
"Maybe she should've just aborted me, it would've saved her a lot of stress." Zivon says. He considers saying 'saved me a lot of stress', but decided against it.
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Post by septimus aslakhanov on Jul 11, 2005 1:25:49 GMT -5
septimus is pretty light headed from the blood loss at this point, but knows how these operations work. if he hopes to save his own life, he gives them information.
"i have information about your rivals." septimus replies. he then goes on to tell them of how they double crossed him and tried to kill him, thus the wound in the shoulder, but he got away. a much preferable story to the one that actually happened.
"so are you interested?"
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Post by Kaschei Bessmertny on Jul 11, 2005 1:31:23 GMT -5
"Of course, go on, I'm listening." The man replies. He is interested in what Septimus has to say but the story doesn't seem to add up. It seems incomplete.
"I suppose you realize that you are in danger. I am surprised you escaped. There are very few who can protect you now." He adds, making obvious that they intend to use him for their own ends.
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 1:33:05 GMT -5
Natasha is sad and now, angry. She didn't expect him to to be so... bitter. A slight edge is in her voice when she speaks.
She couldn't afford it. And even if she could, she wouldn't have. Don't you get it? She wanted to keep you. They both did and they would've starved if it meant feeding you. But, they knew about baby disease that you could die from. They gave you a chance at a healthy life.
She stands and paces around.
Haven't you had a decent life?
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Post by Helene DeBoís on Jul 11, 2005 1:38:25 GMT -5
Helene stares out at the lake and admires how the light reflects off the surface. She half wants to swim in the water but resist the urge. Maybe she should ask if there is a pool around.
I'm surprised they haven't gotted Madrid, considering socialist are the majority there. The Popular Party has lost a lot of power.
She take a deep breath of the air then releases it in a sigh.
This seems to be the greatest place to live.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 11, 2005 1:44:21 GMT -5
"Summer is great here, but winter is another thing. Around Christmas is dark all of the time, and so for two weeks or so, you don't see the light of day. And it is cold." He says thinking about winter and how much he dislikes it.
"That island over there is the Island of Kizhi, there is not much there but some old churches. The are wooden churches that were made before nails, so they are held together by wooden stakes." He says of the churches there.
"Anyway, thanks for coming along, I am glad you could meet my mother."
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 1:46:50 GMT -5
Zivon crosses his arms, and is now collected, and upset.
"What's your criteria for a decent life, that I'm alive? Great, thanks mom, for life. I'll just go join some pro life group now and tell people that I started at conception. I'll carry one of those signs of mutilated fetuses with the subtitle 'this could have been me, but my mom chose life'." I reply, almost all in one breath. I cross my arms and look away again.
"Fuck... This is ridiculous..." Zivon accidentally says out loud. He's mostly referring to himself, but he just shakes his head as though this were appropriate to the conversation, and lets it go.
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Post by Helene DeBoís on Jul 11, 2005 1:48:10 GMT -5
Helene makes a face then smiles.
I hate winters. I despise snow but I suppose thats because I live in a warm place all year. And your welcome. Traveling with you and Kat is fun.
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Post by septimus aslakhanov on Jul 11, 2005 1:50:33 GMT -5
"yeah, i have my ways." septimus replies, holding his shoulder. he tells them where all the underground weapons caches are, in addition to who all of their contacts are and where they're from, and a list of one of the bosses, and where he lives. septimus sits back in his chair, then looks at the man.
"you got some bandages or something?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jul 11, 2005 1:53:14 GMT -5
They walks along the lake, and along the lakewalk there are a series of sculptures which are gifts from around the world. The most interesting is the sculpture of a tree from Sweden.
"The tree was a gift from Sweden." He informs her.
The tree looks like an average sculpture of an oak tree, but, it is covered with ears.
"It is a whisper tree or something like that. You are supposed to whisper a wish into one of the ears and it is said to come true." He explains. There is a group of children around the tree, putting their germy little mouths up to the ears.
"I don't have much to wish for. I am happy with my life...I guess...well I would wish for a better world, but I really don't think I have to wish. I think it will simply happen."
"But if you have a wish, feel free to use the tree."
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Jul 11, 2005 1:55:03 GMT -5
Natasha stops pacing and glares at Zivon. Her sadness and pity is replaces by anger.
You know what Zivon... fuck you. Fuck your bitterness, your anger and you. I spent my whole fucking life trying to be her number one but it was always about you. Fuck, I brought home straight A's and B's but she never cared. And now where am I? I'm a fucking stripper in France with a brother that can't accept the fucking truth.
She is now breathing hard and looking at Zivon through slits.
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