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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Jun 8, 2008 5:13:59 GMT -5
You can start on this one when the last thread has 20 pages.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 9, 2008 19:00:37 GMT -5
Alexei lifts his head and eyes Tyler. He didn't look from around here, and he had even more trouble identifying why he was here. It set him somewhat on edge, but he didn't show it.
He turns his eyes to Hilja.
"I've heard rebels kill eachother quite often? It's a shame, though."
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Post by wyvernlord on Jun 9, 2008 19:01:26 GMT -5
“Oh my,” I say. “Well, we’re very fortunate not to be in it. Wait,” I state as I look at the television. “Did someone in the crowd just turn….invisible?”
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Post by Eun/Aoi Kiriyama on Jun 9, 2008 19:11:54 GMT -5
"Are you on drugs or something wrong with your head or you are just hyper?" Eun ask bluntly.
Eun finds Lucio aka Captain Happenin' cute but he's pretty hyper for her tastes.
"And what are your 5 questions?"
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jun 9, 2008 19:13:06 GMT -5
“There!” I yell at the top of my lungs and indicate to a hallway. I grab an additional gun from the desk and give it to Kaleb before I sprint out the door. “We’ve got him now!!!” I pick up my cell phone and access the speakers. “Everyone to hallway 4C. Block all exits and prepare to capture the escapee.”
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Post by Dr. Lonnrot Kukkanen on Jun 9, 2008 19:21:16 GMT -5
“A lot longer than you think,” I reply to my sister, ignoring the odd stranger who walked in. “A few friend of mine decided designing a tattoo and getting it on us would be somewhat of a rite of passage for graduating from medical school. Which one should I get next? I was thinking something along the lines of a man who is holding his own dead body to symbolize that the things you do in life is the only thing that can hold up your death.”
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 9, 2008 19:23:10 GMT -5
"Well I think its pretty genius. I don't care how many people have used it, its still genius."
Tuesday nods. "I'll stay a little while. Hopefully they'll leave." She decides.
Her stomach growls, she had barely eaten in the past few days, she kind of wanted a salad or something. "I really expected that to hurt a lot worst." She states about the tattoo. "Really, it wasn't half as bad as some people make it out to be."
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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 9, 2008 19:30:32 GMT -5
Maeve shrugged. "Some people are pussies." She hands Tuesday the informational sheet. "Perhaps you should head over to the cafe and get a bite to eat. I'm sure they'll be gone by the time you're finished." She walks out into the lobby with Tuesday and sees Jeff finishing up Malak's tattoo. She also spots Alexei, and a new guy who she doesn't recognize.
Everyone around him seems uncomfortable, especially Hilja... She waves to Alexei and holds up her finger to indicate she'd only be a second before heading to the new guy. "May I help you?" Her voice holds a bit of a nasty tone, she hated people making her customers feel uncomfortable.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 9, 2008 19:39:45 GMT -5
Alexei stands and straightens his shirt and blazer, but waits for her without complaint. He doesn't seem to be in much of a hurry.
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Post by wyvernlord on Jun 9, 2008 19:48:39 GMT -5
“You can, but not at the moment. I believe that man was here first,” Tyler says as he indicates to Lonnrot. “He has a beautiful tattoo and I’m sure he like another ASAP, wouldn’t you agree, sir?”
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 9, 2008 19:50:51 GMT -5
Tuesday accepts the informational sheet. "Thank you so much!" She says, looking at her tattoo in a mirror. She beams, she's very pleased with it. She pulls her shirt back on and picks up her purse.
"How much is this beauty gonna cost me?"
She walks into the lobby, and sees that Malak's tattoo is almost finished. "Did you decide to get awesomely sexy?" she askes, before taking an empty seat.
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Post by Dr. Lonnrot Kukkanen on Jun 9, 2008 19:55:41 GMT -5
“I do and I was,” I reply with a distinct amount of pride. “Finally, someone who gives me the colossal respect I have rightfully earned,” I add on while fishing for my wallet from my bag, I take out a few hundred dollars and hand it to the strange man, hoping that he would leave and also rewarding him for his level of respect. He refuses and remains sitting.
I sigh and get out a small sketchbook and flip through it until I get to a page. I hold up the page and it shows a man holding his dead body over his head. The dead body has a shine to it and the living body is sorta wispy. “It’s meant to symbolize that the things you do in life hold up you after death. If you like, you can edit it slightly, but we’ll have to discuss it. I would like it on my arm,” I say to the tattoo artist.
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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 9, 2008 19:59:27 GMT -5
"Well, he'll have to wait a moment." Maeve eyes the man before glancing to Lonnrot. After a moment she proceeds to the desk in the lounge, glancing over at Jeff who shrugs. Her shop charged by tattoo sized, so she charged Tuesday the amount for a small tattoo. "It's been a pleasure talking with you."
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Post by Tuesday DeCastro on Jun 9, 2008 20:09:23 GMT -5
Tuesday looked at Lonnrot, who seemed a little arrogant. She scowled a little, before turning to Maeve.
She paid the amount for the tattoo and smiled. "The pleasure was all mine, Ms..." She thinks for a moment. "Sorry, I don't think I caught your name."
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on Jun 9, 2008 20:09:36 GMT -5
Alexei sat back down, withot thinking he slid his balisong into his hand. He begins to flip the knife skillfully between his fingers, his eyes watching the silver blade and black handles swing between his fingers.
Alexei hadn't started knife fighting until he went to prison, true, but he had always had a thing for knives. He stole his first balisong from his father when he was only a boy. The old man had beaten him for days, trying to get him to fess up that he stole it and give it back, but he'd held out. Whether out of respect, or frustration, he eventually gave up. It had been the first object he'd ever felt like he truly owned.
Alexei played with the knife like a toy from time to time because of it, and after a while it had almost become a nervous habit. He avoided waving it around sophisticated places, but this seemed like a crowd that wouldn't mind. He watched the blade swing back and forth still. He liked balisong knives, prefered them over lock blades and switch blade pocket knives because he liked the increased control over the blade. Not just quick to open, but quick to close. He could move it skillfully between his fingers, and catch it however he needed it.
He slipped out of his meditative state and glanced at the others.
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