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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 8, 2008 20:24:12 GMT -5
Tuesday was facsinated by the bendy bus. As she usually took a cab, or walked, she'd never been on a bus like this, the times she had been on a bus, it was just a normal sized one. "Woah...I've never been on a bus like this one before."
She takes a seat next to him on the bus. "Neither have I. I'm kind of excited about it actually." She says. "The circumstances aren't good, but time off is always nice." She thinks for a moment. "Actually, its probobly going to end up being dreadfully boring, isn't it?"
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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on Jun 8, 2008 20:28:14 GMT -5
"The way things are going, boring might be nice. I have a bad feeling though." Malak admits. He laughs a little that Tuesday is so awestruck by the bendy bus. He sort of took it for granted. After about 15 minutes, they arrive at the park and are dropped off. Malak looks out at the enormous park, which is full of strolling people. He looks for anyone familiar.
"Well, she didn't say where the person would meet us or who, so, I guess we can just enjoy the park and hope that someone approaches us."
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Jun 8, 2008 20:32:13 GMT -5
"We can hippity hop whenever you want." I reply to my brother. I take a look at his strange tattoo and really had no idea he was hiding that. I laugh a little since I think mom would be upset. She expects Lon to be more upright than me. I guess she lost hope in me long ago.
"Where did you get that tattoo, Lon? I never knew you had that strange thing."
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 8, 2008 20:33:21 GMT -5
Tuesday followed Malak off the bendy bus, and into the park. "I am most deffinately going to be taking buses like that more often." She knows its probobly pretty lame to be so excited about a bus, but that was a bendy bus and Tuesday thought it was just about the coolest thing since sliced bread.
"Enjoying the park sounds nice right about now." She says, stretching her arms over her head. She sighs.
"What would you like to do? Go for a lovely stroll? Or perhaps find the playground?" She wasn't sure if there was a playground at this particular park.
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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on Jun 8, 2008 20:36:20 GMT -5
"Hmm, we could talk to strangers and organize a game of hide and seek." Malak suggests. He then wanders up to a group of teenagers and asks them if they want to play hide and seek. They laugh at him and walk away.
He feels upset about that, but is not daunted. He walks up to a group of kids this time and once again asks if they are interested. They agree, and it is decided that Malak will be the seeker.
"Alright everyone, I'll start counting..." Malak says as he walks up to a tree, closes his eyes, and starts counting.
"One, two, three..."
The children scramble.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 8, 2008 20:41:42 GMT -5
Tuesday smiles brightly when Malak suggests hide and seek, she loves that game. She scowls a little when the teenagers laugh at Malak. Cruel kids. Her slight scowl fades when the children agree to play.
"No peeking, Malak!" Tuesday shouts behind her, as she runs to find a hiding place. She decides to climb into a particularly leafy tree, she finds a sturdy branch and takes a seat, waiting for him to come find her.
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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on Jun 8, 2008 20:49:49 GMT -5
Malak counts to 50, then runs off looking for the children. He finds two right away in some nearby bushes. After that, it gets a little harder. The park consists of trails, bushes, trees, and some gardens. He enlists the two found kids to help find the others.
Eventually, he finds another hiding behind a garbage can. That leaves two kids and Tuesday.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 8, 2008 20:56:44 GMT -5
Tuesday lays down on her stomach on the branch, watching Malak search for the other three children and herself. He finds one behind a garbage can, and continues searching.
"Caww." She attempts a bird call from the tree, as a sort of hint.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 8, 2008 21:07:30 GMT -5
Alexei looked at the picture in his hand. Antonio Morales. He was an older, balding man in his late forties. Alexei stared at the picture. He was with his family, a pretty young daughter, a homely looking wife, and a strapping young son. What a chump.
After interviewing some low level rebels and other business owners Alexei discovered he had been funding multiple rebel organizations.
Alexei sat in the back seat of the car, looking through the black one way window. The driver creeped along slowly until Alexei spotted him sitting at a table along the sidewalk in Havana. Alexei reached over to a bag and pulled out a manala submachine gun that resembled a premanala Mac Ten. He checked it and told the driver to stop. He pulled on a ski mask and rolled the window down.
“Go!” He shouted at the driver. The car begins to move once more and he stuck the weapon out the window, firing at his target. Alexei was no marksman, but the weapon required little aiming since he wasn’t very concerned with the crowd of people. He saw several people hit the ground, including his target. He empties the entire magazine then hurls the weapon far back down the road, as far as he can manage. He hears it hit the street with a thud, then he looks at the driver.
“Get us the fuck out of here!” He yells, and the car speeds off.
Only after they're miles away does Alexei get out. The driver starts to get out, but Alexei pulls his Manala pistol out and shoots him several times. The man hadn't worked directly for Alexei or the mafia, just some poor vagrant desperate for work.
He opens the trunk, nodding. A carton of nitroglycerin. He stuffs a rag in the nozzle and lights it, turning around and running like hell. After about two hundred yards he hears the car explode. He doesn't stop.
This was only the beginning.
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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on Jun 8, 2008 21:11:56 GMT -5
One of the children hears the caws and finds Tuesday right away in the tree. Malak continues to find two more children, but, the game is interupted when he is approached by a man in a vintage looking light blue suit.
"You must be Malak and Tuesday?" He asks Malak and Tuesday. Malak turns to the children and tells them that the game will have to end, or that they will just have to find the two missing kids on their own.
"Yes we are. So, you have some place safe for us?" He asks the man. The man must be some sort of supporter of the party, although Malak has never met him before.
"You have two choices. You can stay with some comrades in Helsinki for a while, or I have a home in Cuba that you can stay in."
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 8, 2008 21:18:11 GMT -5
Tuesday swings down from the tree, and walks over to Malak. "If I wouldn't have cawed you never would've found me." She says, just as a man approaches the two of them.
"Home in cuba, or comrades in Helsinki." She repeats. "Eh, they both sound promising, and I've been in both places recently, so you choose, Malak."
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Post by kaleb on Jun 8, 2008 21:18:42 GMT -5
To Anthony
Kaleb stared up at the screens thoughtful for a moment, trying to think of a way to flush him out of the air ducts or possible use the crampt space to their advantage when it occured to him that Genetech may have multiple things they could use. "We need to flush him out of the air ducts." Gabriel stated as he turned his hammer off and slipped it back onto the hook of his belt.
"Isn't there something we could perhaps, put into the air ducts that would make him get out, or knock him out cold?" Kaleb inquired with the plan now in mind. "We could simply have the fans blow at full power while releasing knock out gas or something into the ducts. Then using your system to track him, retrieving him would be easy." Kaleb finished confident.
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Maeve Cullen
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New Objective Employee/Tattoo Artist
Cogito, ergo ink! (Translation: "I think, therefore I ink!")
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Post by Maeve Cullen on Jun 8, 2008 21:22:42 GMT -5
Maeve's opinion of Lonnrot rises a little as she sees the tattoo. "Just a moment." She sketches his tattoo quickly before glancing around. "Would you mind us doing it out here? Most people get them done out here, but we can use the back room like I did for Hilja if you want. It's just, I cleaned up my supplies already back there."
She questions, showing some sincerity for the first time to Lonnrot.
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Post by Malak Al-Dabaran on Jun 8, 2008 21:23:59 GMT -5
"Well, I am not sure how safe Cuba is, but I guess we could try it. I would like to see what has become of our comrades there." Malak states. "I suppose if it is too unsafe, we can always go to Helsinki." Malak determines.
The blue suited man agrees that this would be fine. He then hands him a teleportation code to Cuba and one to Helsinki. He also gives him the address to his rural home in Cuba. Some rebels are staying there in hiding.
"Well, thanks." Malak says to the man. Little do they know of the violence in Havana right now and that they are entering an even more dangerous situation.
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 8, 2008 21:30:50 GMT -5
Tuesday was actually sort of hoping that Malak would say Helsinki, seeing as it was in better shape that Cuba at the moment, but she didn't mind going to Cuba. Of course, if she knew of the violence going on now, and they danger they were putting themselves in, she would choose to go to Helsinki.
"Thanks so much." She says to the man in the blue suit, before turning to Malak.
"To Cuba!"
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