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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 28, 2008 11:12:22 GMT -5
Post here when the previous thread has 20 pages.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on May 29, 2008 21:18:52 GMT -5
Rather than sliding down the railing as Malak had, Tuesday chose to take the elevator down. "A teleportation code to an All-Mart warehouse. See? The wages might suck, but its the key to a good story. Which makes it all worth it in the end."
They walk out of the hotel and toward the nearest teleportation booth. "Where should we start? In Florida? But really, Florida isn't as bad as the rest of the country, Dinari Dollar is restoring it."
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Post by Calithin Crest on May 29, 2008 21:22:24 GMT -5
It takes me a long time to get home. I walk slowly and am fairly exhausted... It's been a crazy busy day. When I arrive at my apartment I do a little packing, but soon give up on that, figuring that I can get the rest done in the morning and it doesn't really matter. I quickly shower and go to bed. My dreams are an odd mix of crystals, cookies, and hedgehogs.
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Rose Hoito
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Post by Rose Hoito on May 29, 2008 21:48:01 GMT -5
Rose takes two allergy pills and looks at them before knocking them back with a nice swig of cough syrup. This combination will keep her loose... and help her forget... While waiting for her set to begin, she sits back and reads a book. She lets a small sigh go when she feels the wavy effects of the pills hit her.
"Rose! Get out here and start your set. I'm not paying you to..." her boss yells. She sighs and puts her 8 inch clear heels on before moving towards the door to the stage. She teeters a little bit since the pills make her a bit loopy. Then, she gets on stage.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 29, 2008 21:53:06 GMT -5
Alexei checks his manala pistol before tucking it into the back of his pants as the speed boat lands on Florida. He hops out of the boat and waves off the drivers, who speed away from the shore. He walks along the beach, glancing around for the person he was to meet.
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Post by Toolah "Tuvi" Renee on May 29, 2008 22:00:15 GMT -5
Tuvi sighs and pushes her shades back up on her nose. She feels strangely about meeting someone from the Mafia. Chic sundress, holding a pair of heels, with a wide brimmed hat, looking pissed. Yes, you really can't miss her. When she spots a man get dropped off away from the crowds, she walks towards him but stands a bit far from him.
"Looking for someone?"
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 29, 2008 22:03:16 GMT -5
Alexei looks over at Tuvi cautiously, but puts on his most friendly smile.
"I am!" He replies cheerfully, carefully holding out his hand in greeting.
"Alexei Nacharade. You are?"
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Post by Jack Kruschev on May 29, 2008 22:13:38 GMT -5
Anthony sat and waited as Virgil stared back at him
"What's going through his insane mind?" Anthony wondered. "Are his prophecies insane fits, or are they ligitamate pieces of considerable work?"
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Post by Toolah "Tuvi" Renee on May 29, 2008 22:24:24 GMT -5
"Toolah Renee. You may call me Tuvi for short." Tuvi replies without smiling. "I am in no mood to waste time in the sun. If your hungry, there is a resturant we can go to. If you'll follow me?"
Without waiting for a reply, Tuvi walks towards the resturant. She pauses to brush the sand from her feet and replace her shoes.
(Sorry, I am quite tired and dozed off. I think we'd better continue tomorrow... or you can move me about.)
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 29, 2008 22:29:32 GMT -5
Alexei nods and immediately follows her.
(Whateva is gewd. We can just pick it up wheneva)
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Post by Jack Kruschev on May 30, 2008 2:07:35 GMT -5
Anthony twiddled his thumbs and waited for Virgil to respond. "What am I cookin for dinner tonight?" He wondered.
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Post by wyvernlord on May 30, 2008 2:12:50 GMT -5
Anthony sat at his table and awaited his food. It had been a long day of killin' and even demi gods, such as himself, needed a break. Anthony recieved his glass of water and began to drink.
The economic council hadn't assigned him anything for months. "What the hell's wrong with those people?" He wondered. He and his men were the best assassins in the world, why wasn't anyone hiring? He had to go for individual hires lately, and small stuff was really starting to piss him off.
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Stasia Oktyabpina
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i don't know why but i love the way my rpg's character pet looks like
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Post by Stasia Oktyabpina on May 30, 2008 9:07:01 GMT -5
Chistoffer just looked at the man reading him thoughts and laughed at him then said “ you do know that I’m a boy rite….anyways…. who are you? And try keeping it dawn I don’t feel like getting yelled at by her when she wakes up” then not waiting for his reply he walks over him and passed a restaurant smelling cookies to him self I Miss my cookies… may be they wont be that scared if I’m nice… he thought the crawled throw the door people just looked at him some backed away he saw a tray of cookies and other snacks and ran to it and started eating it he really did miss his snacks then Stastia waked up seeing Chistoffer was eating something not paid for and making a mess she yelled angrily “ CHIATOFFER!!!! STOP EATING THOWS THINGS RITE NOW BEFFOR I GET MY GLOVE AND KILL YOU WITH IT!!!” so much of a low profile she thought to her self Chisffer just wiped him mouth off and said “ …..I tolled you I missed my cookies…. I couldn’t help it….” With a frown she sighed get off his back and walking up to one of the workers “ how much is that going to cost again?” the worker then said “ 145$ and 34 cents” Stastia gasped then looked at Chistoffer
Chistoffer just smiled and side “ I got my cookies now…” Stastia then said to the worker “ hehe umm are you sour about that?” the worker then said “ yup that in clued the miss…” Stastia then remembered that she didn’t have a purse or money on her graet if I have to work for this I’m going to punish Chistoffer for until he’s 99 years old… she thought to her self then
< TO AZURE AND TYLER>
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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on May 30, 2008 10:15:45 GMT -5
"I only have teleportation codes for Florida, and I don't think there are teleporters beyond there. We could always...rent a car and drive to those other regions. I am not sure how to get there otherwise." Malak replies to her. He has a headache, which isn't uncommon for him. He wonders if it is a bad sign. He has certainly had his share of medical problems. He doesn't want to wine though. Instead he just hums a tune. Something like "We're in the Money..." But really he is not, and he isn't sure why the tune is in his head. It is very old. "We're in the money...We're in the money..." He sings to himself quietly.
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Lucio De Saldanha
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Post by Lucio De Saldanha on May 30, 2008 10:18:25 GMT -5
To Linnea
Lucio spends the day tending pigs and for his work, he is paid three rand. He uses half of that to take a bus back to Helsinki and the rest for an apple for his dinner. He is still hungry and isn't going to make it at those low wages. He wanders around for a while until he comes upon an art gallery. He is bored and will be sleeping outside tonight unless he can find out where he comrades live. He decides to head inside the gallery to look at some art. At least that will cheer him up a little.
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