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Post by Azure Blackstone on May 28, 2008 13:40:16 GMT -5
no good deed goes unpunished "where am i going to get cookies like this" he then turns around and almost runs after the droid and crazy man. "heah that’s not even my bike it belongs to the company" he then heads of in search of expensive cookies. the idea of paying to replace the package makes him furious.
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 28, 2008 14:55:37 GMT -5
"Well, if I ever forget my watch it certainly does. I've never forgotten it when going to work though." Paranoia was good for something. Bambi wondered if her travelings were the cause of her sleeping problems, but she doubted it. She had it even when she only did accounting. She finished the other half of her English muffin just as the waiter made his way back to their table. After taking a last sip of her tea, he cleared their table and left the bill.
"Let's just split the bill, shall we?" She stated before he could take a try at trying to pay for it all. She hated people paying for any of her things, probably another reason people quickly got fed up with her. Couldn't take a joke, didn't know how to accept a gift.
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Post by Calithin Crest on May 28, 2008 14:57:45 GMT -5
When I finish my call I come back inside and can smell the delicious aroma of the cookies. I hop on over (literally) to the kitchen and look around.
"Cookies...? Maybe? Smells like cookies. My nose rarely lets me down. It is kind of my most trusted sense. Kind of. It varies. Nonetheless though. Cookies."
I am slightly aware that Linnea probably doesn't want to be making cookies at a time like this, and would rather be at home... However, I feel that making me cookies is one of the great challenges a human being can undertake, and that the sheer emotional reward for such a thing can combat any dysphoria.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on May 28, 2008 15:00:43 GMT -5
Tuesday was walking past the newstand when Lena was asking about "other" journalists. As Tuesday herself was an "other" journalist, she approached her.
"Excuse me, but you said you have an interest in other journalists? Might I ask why?" She was sure to keep her voice low.
As she was awaiting Lena's reply, Malek patted her on the back. No lie, it nearly scared the pants off of her, she quite visiably jumped. Then turned and realized she worked for the rebel newspaper with him.
"Malek! Hey, its going pretty well, yourself?" She chuckled when he said he was working like crazy. "I feel your pain. What brings you here?"
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on May 28, 2008 15:12:01 GMT -5
Just as the news stand owner seemed ready to answer her, another woman approached her. Lena glanced at the news stand owner and lifted two fingers in parting. They walked a bit from the news stand together so that they were out of ear shot from other people, when a man suddenly showed up. He seemed to know the woman.
"I heard there was another sort of newspaper floating around, one that wasn't very happy with the way the world is. I'm not very happy with it myself." She stated so that both of them could hear her, gazing from one face to another. Even though she could lie perfectly well, she preferred to stay as close to the truth as possible. And that was about as close as it got.
Hell, she thought she could practically hear the earth crying sometimes. At least Genetech had created those new plants to help clear the radioactive waste in America. She hoped they were working on other things to aid the environment, but she doubted it. If they were, it was probably only because someone had requested it to advance their business.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on May 28, 2008 15:16:48 GMT -5
Peter shrugged, "Fair enough." He dug into his pocket and fetched the required bills. He couldn't remember what these things were called. Money would always be dollars in his mind.
"So you never stay long in other places than? I mean, that'll cross your time wires good if you spend time in alot of other time zones but just visiting during the day, that's straight forward within limits. I mean, even just from here to home is a five hour lead off. It's not even sun set at my home office."
He rose from his chair, took a moment to run a hand through his hair so it slid behind his ear, and started towards the door.
"I never used to travel but after I got my job with Allmart I'm all over the world all the time. Confusing thing, travel, especially when all those countries are so freakin' different. Luckily somethings are similar where ever you end up."
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on May 28, 2008 15:21:16 GMT -5
Tuesday walked with the woman, gesturing for Malek to follow them. She raised an eyebrow when she talked. There was always the chance that she was lying and Tuesday wasn't willing to risk it just yet.
"Hm, really? Well I've heard that they're are rebel newspapers and journalists, but with the way that things are going people are going to rebel, thats just the way we work. Unless, of course, Genetech is going to take us all and alter that about us." She wasn't lying, she was just leaving out bits and pieces of the truth.
"Why are you interested in rebel newspapers? Are you one of the rebels yourself?" She asked, purposely sounding somewhat accusing.
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 28, 2008 15:30:59 GMT -5
Paying for the other half of the bill, along with leaving a tip, she rose and gathered her things before following him back to the door. "No, I normally prefer to be back home by the evening. It doesn't always work out that way if I lose track of time, but thankfully that doesn't occur often." She replied to his question, a shiver rolling down her spine as they walked out of the cafe.
The warm atmosphere of the cafe made the air outside seem colder than it was, she supposed. "I agree, I'm always relieved once I find myself back home from meetings with clients. Then again, it is nice to see the different parts of the world." Even if being in unfamiliar places was rather scary.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on May 28, 2008 15:37:26 GMT -5
"It's never really grown on me, visiting other places. I liked it where I was. Course, that was before the big changes and all. Back then it didn't matter which city I was in... though they were all American. Maybe the deep down of other country's cities is different, I'm not sure."
Peter turned on his field as soon as the first slow gust of cool window rolled down the street and over him. With his electric field in place the chill wouldn't both him, even in his sleeveless, revealing shirt. The blue haze was clear now that there was less light, but it was still faint. He pulled his gloves on a light tighter.
"I'll come by the bank before too long to put the official paperwork in. I'd like to get started soon."
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on May 28, 2008 15:43:15 GMT -5
A smart girl. "Of course. There will always be those who disagree, no matter how the world is. No two people are exactly alike in their opinions, there is always something they disagree on." It'd probably take a bit for her to gain the trust of this woman, but Lena was quite enjoying their chat.
She laughed softly at the Genetech comment. "I wouldn't put it past the Manalists to try that route, you know. Better not give them any ideas!" As they walked, she pulled a hair tie from her back pocket, pulling her hair into a loose ponytail behind her back.
"I'm simply an ordinary woman who enjoys the opinions of others. In a world such as ours though, I suppose that would be just as dangerous as being a rebel." No true rebel with a brain would come out and say they were a rebel to a stranger.
"I do my job and pay my bills, and don't actively speak out against anyone. Only a fool asking to be tossed into jail would openly preach their side to any and all. And they'd be removed before they really got through to anyone."
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 28, 2008 15:53:31 GMT -5
"Sounds good, you certainly seemed excited about it." Bambi noticed that he retained his blue haze as soon as they ventured outside into the colder air. "If you don't mind my asking, what exactly is that? I assume it's one of the things the Genetech alteration granted you. And that it keeps you warm."
She smiled, he'd certainly have to have a great resistance to lower temperatures to not be cold in that outfit. Not that she was complaining about his attire choice. Her eyes took in the area once more, noting not much had changed. Still a few people milled around, still a few people walked along.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on May 28, 2008 16:08:14 GMT -5
"Yeah, that was them and it does." He made a sweeping wave with his hands, indicating his body and pulsed the field, really shinning blue for a moment before dulling it again. "Electric field. Bioelectric energy. It's why I wear the gloves, keeps me from shocking people."
He held up gloved hands and smiled. "I like to think I always had it, somewhere in my guts. Always been a freaky dude. I think Genetech just brought it to the surface and let it do its work. Would've been excellent ten years ago."
He glanced up at the sky then back at Bambi. "Don't like far do you? I hear London's nasty after dark. English dudes'll jump out from around 'dust bins' in tweed suits and go sketch comedy at you."
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 28, 2008 16:25:28 GMT -5
Bambi gazed over his body, mostly examining the blue haze. Well, at least the whole glove thing and the such made sense now. She could understand how most people would consider him freaky. "I don't know if I'd refer to you as freaky, different, sure, but somehow freaky doesn't strike me as the correct word. Even with the red eyes of terror." She didn't really mean the red eyes of terror thing in a serious way, just her attempt at humor.
As he begun saying how it was nasty at dark, her muscles tensed, worry returning to the front of her mind. It took a few moments after his sentence for her to blink slowly and process the rest of it. She laughed softly, nodding her head lightly. "No, I don't live too far." Though she had realized it was simply a joke, her worry didn't subside too much.
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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on May 28, 2008 16:28:29 GMT -5
Malek sees that this is a dangerous situation, but he still tries to make light of it. It is only idle chat right now, and there is no proof that anyone has done anything wrong. This woman could be a rebel, really, it is always hard to tell. He decides maybe the best thing he can do is to redirect the conversation.
"So...what's your name?" He asks the woman. "I'm Saud." He says, giving a fake name. "I'm not from around here, but I like it. There's lots of pretty women around here anyway." He says with a wink. He isn't smooth in the least really, but at least he appears relaxed.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 28, 2008 16:38:14 GMT -5
I finish up my work at Crest Mining, before heading to the orphanage where I spend most of my day working. I help by doing some tutoring and other educational things at the orphanage, which has a small budget for that sort of thing. Since most kids can not afford to go to school, they are tutored at the orphanage. It makes them more adoptable if they at least know how to read or write.
And so that is how I spend the rest of my day. I don't mind it, but, it isn't what I would like to spend my life doing. Oh well, we just make due I guess.
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