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Post by Azure Blackstone on May 30, 2008 21:37:00 GMT -5
he laughs "and i have to pay for it" he asks for a shot of voda for his coffee. "maybe i should think about stripping" he jokes with a smile
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Post by Calithin Crest on May 31, 2008 0:39:49 GMT -5
The next morning I wake up and make a few calls to my office to double check some appointments before getting on a plane to South America. I will be over-seeing the construction and administration of our new mines there to make sure that everything goes according to plan. I spend my days in meetings and consultations, delegating responsibilities and seeing to it that all work is done as efficiently as possible. It's very rewarding.
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Post by Taniel and Taline Qassim on May 31, 2008 2:03:38 GMT -5
Allwhere, Florida
"Oh Allah.....care to explain me why Tal have that sleeping problem? Are you trying to play a trick on me or something?" Taniel mutter to himself as he carry his twin sister on his back. "At least we did not carry a lot of baggage with us....."
Taniel is wearing a bright yellow banana Zoot Suit with a yellow top hat and tennis shoes. Taline is wearing pink and black strip tight pants, sandals, pink spagettie strap shirt and pink hoodie.
Both Twins had recieved a letter from Horacio and he wants anarchists to come and visit him in Allwhere, Florida. They manage to save their money and brought two way tickets for this trip. Once Taniel got their baggage, he began walking from the airport and began to find a nearest motel. Just a few minutes after Taniel began walking, Taline slightly woke up.
"Are we there yet?" Taline ask with slight tireness in her voice.
"Yes, we're here, Tal. Can I put you down now?"
"Can't Taniel."
"Why?"
"Night." Tal reply before dozing off to sleep once again.
"I was right. Allah is playing a trick with me......." Taniel thought to himself before continue walking to find a nearby hotel before he and Tal can find and meet Horacio.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on May 31, 2008 8:48:02 GMT -5
"Man, Malak, if this whole journalism thing doesn't work out for you, I believe you have a serious career in singing." Tuesday says, with a bright smile. "I'd buy your record. But of course, I'd require an autograph and compensation for being your orginal support. No matter how big and famous you get, you just can't forget the little people." She laughs.
"An anarchist somewhere in Allwhere. Well thats not going to be difficult to find at all." She says sarcastically. "Do you know the anarchists name?"
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 31, 2008 17:38:24 GMT -5
Alexei smiles pleasantly at Tuvi.
"We want it for the same reasons your boss Dinari wants it." He says, checkling, "We want to use it to make a ridiculously large amount of money without having to do much work, but your friend Dinari went and made things somewhat more complicated. Our first instinct was to start paying locals to cook up some moltov cocktails and firebomb your buildings, but my boss decided to work with you instead...and I think, if we work together...keep the manalists the fuck out...I think our relationship will be long and prosperous!"
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Post by Ariel Tal Shachar on May 31, 2008 18:09:27 GMT -5
Aerial was sure that the economic council should be gathered in a summit to discus important issues. The recent trouble in Cuba was only one recent issue. The gray zone, and food shortages were both threatening to unravel his carefully planned order. “yes I want Castle Bran fully restored By the tenth of June” it would be almost impossible but that’s what he expected. Now came the hard part convincing anyone it was worth there while to show up. “No I don’t care if the locals are spooked Dracula is just a just a myth” he hung up and walked over to the balcony.
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on May 31, 2008 21:08:43 GMT -5
Lena smiled pleasantly, taking the card with a soft nod. "Thank you, I believe I'll ring you sometime. It's rare to find someone with whom I can discuss things with. Goodbye to your friend and you, wish your cousin a happy birthday for me." She suspected the man was making up an excuse, but she figured it'd give her some good time to search for other leads.
Parting ways from them, she idly thought of following after them. But it was board daylight, and there weren't many people out and about. So she slipped the card into her back pocket as she headed the opposite way of them. For a while, she wandered around public places, eavesdropping on conversations as she faked reading various things. She didn't really pick up anything, but she was a patient woman.
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Post by Ariel Tal Shachar on May 31, 2008 21:37:20 GMT -5
Aerial thought again about protection Li said he needed someone a bodyguard to protect him from anyone wishing him harm. His finger danced through the .memory bank and found a name Eva she looked frail but was a world class assassin. He quickly dialed the number and left a message on her phone about a job offer as a body guard. He then hung up and left for home knowing that if he could not get a hold of her he could always call the man Li suggested.
(to Eva)
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Post by Toolah "Tuvi" Renee on May 31, 2008 22:25:50 GMT -5
"Right. Sure. Whatever you say." Tuvi says, unimpressed. She orders snapping turtle soup. Its a throwback from when the South was still... well there.
"I guess if we have to work together, we should get to know each other. Know thy enemy, right?"
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 31, 2008 22:53:19 GMT -5
Alexei nods,
"Right he says." Smiling politely. He planned on getting as much out of her and telling her as little as humanly possible.
"You start!" he says, chuckling, "Why do you work for Dinari?"
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on May 31, 2008 23:37:05 GMT -5
Lena feels her phone vibrate in her pocket as she was flipping through a magazine at a stand, listening to some conversation on work schedules. Glad for the distraction, she flicked the magazine back to the stand and begun walking back down the street. She is a bit surprised as she slips her phone out to read the message, seeing it was from The Moderator himself. A bodyguard? Huh.
Well, this newspaper thing would take a bit, and taking on two jobs at once wasn't that difficult. Of course, she'd have to put herself in some disguise for the bodyguard thing. Otherwise it'd ruin her main jobs. She texted a reply while heading toward her current place of residence: Shall we meet to discuss the offer?
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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on Jun 1, 2008 0:41:26 GMT -5
"Thanks, well, it's nice to have an audience." Malak says with a chuckle. He concentrates hard to think of the name of the anarchist living in Allwhere. They have now teleported there, into what seems like another world. A clean city with palm tree lined streets and happy American consumers. Every store has ALL in it and is somehow related to Allmart. People seem friendly enough, but almost fake...like cast members on a show from the 1950s.
"This place is creepy as hell alright." Malak says as a small group of kids run by chasing a dog with cans tied to its tail. "Okay...Horacio. His name is Horacio something..."
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Post by wyvernlord on Jun 1, 2008 0:44:56 GMT -5
Tyler sat quitely before he snapped.
He took a nearby chair and began to kill everyone he saw. He hadn't killed anyone for days and he couldn't take it. He'd already lived two lives as a mass-murderer and minutes felt like decades when he couldn't kill.
"GET ME SOMEONE, ANYONE. IT IS TIME TO KILL!!!" Anthony roared to his men in a blood-thirsty rage.
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Jun 1, 2008 0:46:19 GMT -5
Dinari sits by his pool, one of his favorite things to do. He thinks about Peter and what he said about knowing someone. He wishes that Peter would just be more open about his plans. The whole thing makes him feel a bit lacking in control. He tries not to worry about it. Instead, he just lays out in the sun working on his tan. Worrying never got him much in life if anything at all, so, he just stops and looks at the clouds. It is a peaceful day and he is convinced that things will work out in Cuba.
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Post by wyvernlord on Jun 1, 2008 0:53:22 GMT -5
The area around Tyler was shaking due to his rage. Being a demi god was nice and all, but staying secret about it was a real pain.
"Contact....Li....Violette...." Anthony stuttered out, trying to keep his flaring temper. "She...Must...have....something...for...us...to...do..."
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