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Post by Dinari Dollar on May 29, 2008 19:46:42 GMT -5
"I don't know. Thanks for the advice, but I can handle things on my own." Dinari replies to the Moderator. Usually the Moderator is more passive about things. More of an observer sort. It's more his way. "Why do you care about Cuba anyway. You must have more important things on your plate."
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 29, 2008 19:49:14 GMT -5
"That was really good Calithin. We should pretend to be each other for the rest of the day." I say with a happy giggle, as opposed to a sad giggle. I jump down off of the bench and try to stand tall like him.
"Alright, I have a very important question for you. Do you sleep facing the wall or the door? Now, this is an important question so think about your answer." I say in my Calithin voice, which is really just a silly lower version of my own voice with a slight English accent.
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Post by Calithin Crest on May 29, 2008 19:57:09 GMT -5
I frown. My questions are important! You can't just take them literally! They are complex!
"Well... Gee... I usually sleep in a fetal position facing the door, and on black sheets, because I'm a creeper. A creepy, creepy creeper... Is that gum you're chewing there? Can I ask, even though it makes no sense and is weirdly specific, what flavor it is? I promise I'm not crazy or anything. I just like to know. Let's make up a song!"
I laugh awkwardly, in the way that I assume if it were audible, a rabbit would laugh.
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Post by Ariel Tal Shachar on May 29, 2008 20:01:41 GMT -5
he does not want to give things away but he is worried patterns are emerging. "don't worry but as goes Cuba so goes the world I just don’t want this to spread" he almost hangs up "remember i am watching its not good to make deals with the mob it worries me Dinari that you would do something like that" he then hangs up.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 29, 2008 20:02:22 GMT -5
"Wrong answer. That means you are stupid. That's such a pity. These things are important you know. As important as being able to identify styles of interior design." I reply and walk a little ahead of him, since really, I would hate to be seen walking with an inferior.
"Now, tell me what music you listen to? I like Afro Popsickle, Star Ship Amazing, and Burgundy 22...among about 50 other groups which have fabulous music. Yes, I just said fabulous." I say all full of myself.
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Post by Dinari Dollar on May 29, 2008 20:06:27 GMT -5
"Hmm, well, I don't care. I am going to make deals with everyone. Who wants to make a deal? Dinari Dollar does." Dinari says deffiantly after the Moderator hangs up. "Peter Pie and everyone else has got me all worried, but Dinari is in control. Dinari is an astronaut and he's coming home safe and sound. Dinari isn't like Challenger. Dinari is the man." Dinari says. He points at himself as he says these things.
"No, I'm not afraid of the Mafia, the Moderator, or anybody. I own them. I will have to start calling the Mafia..the Martfia and the Moderator can be Ari-AllMart TalShachar!"
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Post by Annabelle Bourbon on May 29, 2008 20:07:42 GMT -5
Almost as soon as Ariel hangs up a voice comes out of his office's intercom, his secretary most likely, who seems to be a bit nervous at the moment "Sir, there's a certain miss Bourbon here for you." she seems to continue, but the door opens with Annabelle storming inside the office with her enigmatic smile still on as usual, but her brows furrowed in such a way that it made her look rather creepy, almost like the rage of some sort of pretty little doll. She didn't step much farther than the door though, before she spoke up.
"I realise you're busy, and I realise I didn't get an appointment, but considering the magnitude of the problem facing us, I don't think you'll complain." she speaks confidently, still as elegant as ever in her white business suit with the matching golden tie with a small emerald pin. She pulls herself a chair and sit down, looking straight at The Moderator "Heard of what happened in France three months ago?" she offers bitterly.
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Post by Calithin Crest on May 29, 2008 20:13:25 GMT -5
"Well... Gosh-gee-wilickers-shazaam... I don't listen to music. I live under a rock. A dirty, messy, awkward rock. I could listen to music and thus be apart of the culture that I live in... But instead I don't. There's no real justification for this I just don't. I prefer to sit in my house and read... And when I read, it's bad Russian fiction or pointless histories of things that will never relate to my life at all whatsoever."
I shrug meekly and look down.
"I guess I'm just not cool. Not that I make any effort at all whatsoever... I just prefer not to be cool."
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Post by Ariel Tal Shachar on May 29, 2008 20:15:00 GMT -5
He dismisses the secretary who looks like she is going to have a heart attack he smiles as she bows and leaves. “of course I have but could you elaborate and tell me what this has to do with you and me” he reaches in pulling out a cigar a clips of the end he does not spoke the maneuver is an exercise in control this is his office anyone stepping into it is a guest someone below him. “I wont ask you to leave but you must know that I am in charge of what that’s not important I am in charge” he blows a ring of smoke “so what is it you want to tell me Mrs..Bourbon… Mrs Annabella Bourbon”
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 29, 2008 20:17:21 GMT -5
"What you need is a sense of humor. I don't think that would help you become cool, but it would make you less awkward and unpleasant." I make a sniffing sound when I say the word unpleasant as though the word itself as an odor.
"Alright, why don't you pretend to be me for a moment, and I..you. And we'll just switch it up so you can practice acting in a way that a cool and interesting person would act...no scratch that...a fabulous remarkable person....would act...now, give it a try." I reply to him. I hedgehog runs by and I decide to run after it, breaking character. I chase it into a bush.
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Post by Nadi Shaynan on May 29, 2008 20:21:22 GMT -5
Nadi managed to smile a bit as they walked away she then replied “ya…I did work for them…. One year ago …. It’s funny how they came after me just now for that tho I would think that they would for get about that by now…” then sighed” you know what I mean rite?” she asked him to make sour then realized she didn’t even tell him her name “ oh ya!.... by the way my name is Nadi” she then quickly said then turned to look at his eye she didn’t know why she always seemed to look into peoples eyes when she talked to them usually then putting her weapon in her beg then zipped it up pulling it to her shoulder then continued to walk beside Tristan
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Post by Annabelle Bourbon on May 29, 2008 20:22:01 GMT -5
"Hostile takeover. Of course, my company got kicked out, but that's not the problem. now is it?" she's got a smug smile now, leaning slightly against Ariel's desk as she speak, almost like a mother chastising a young child "I'll make this clear, just for you Ariel..." she uses his first name just to mess with his mind, the man had such an obvious problem with control "...the Second Restoration came to an end, and neither me nor my dynasty is pleased with that. And when we're not pleased, we tend to search for solutions." she click her tongue and leans back into the seat comfortably, her smile still enigmatic "Any solution." though she doesn't say anything precise, it didn't take much to guess what kind of actions were in preparation should nothing come out of this meeting.
"Vivien LaFramboise's takeover was in clear violation of the common law at that time in France, whether she changed the law since then is irrelevant." she then adds to her case.
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Post by Calithin Crest on May 29, 2008 20:22:22 GMT -5
Who chases after things? Piff. Things come to me or they just aren't had at all.
"You know, that hedgehog probably doesn't want to have to deal with you! Things tend to run away for a reason!"
I shout after her but really, the inertia of just standing here is unbearable so, despite my better judgment, I run after Hilja and the hedgehog.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 29, 2008 20:25:23 GMT -5
Once in the bushes, I notice that Calithin has followed along as well. "Nonsense, it isn't running away from me. It is running...it is...it didn't see me. Now, we have to find it so I can make it my pet." I inform him. I get on my hands and knees and call for it. "Here hedgie hedgie hedgie!" I call.
I turn to Calithin. "Quickly now, do you have any mele worms or grubs in your pockets? Maybe we can coax if with food,"
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on May 29, 2008 20:26:27 GMT -5
"How'd you know I was in Cuba?" Tuesday asked, cocking an eyebrow, then she shook her head. "Oh, nevermind. Obvious answer."
"Actually it was pretty interesting. It was terrible there, really, but I talked to this guy...and his name completely left me, but I talked to him, and he was reallly suspicious. I mean, this guy up and left as soon as he could, I don't know if I'm that unpleasent to be around, but I'm almost certain he was a rebel of some kind, he was up to something there, to say the least."
She thought for a while. "Actually, I'm kind of intertested in going to the United States and talking to some people there, if possible."
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