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Post by Dinari Dollar on Apr 21, 2009 23:29:42 GMT -5
"They will probably have a lot of food at the party and we don't want to be late or anything." Dinari replies to Max. Following Momo's lead, Dinari heads into the teleporation booth and swipes his labor card. In a flash of light, he too is transported to outside Global Bank's HW in Switzerland. He heads up to the wall to pass the security check.
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Freak Boy
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Post by Freak Boy on Apr 21, 2009 23:32:10 GMT -5
"Just call me Freak Boy," he says to Hilja as he extends a hand to shake. "This your place," he asks, eyes making note of various vantage points and things to hide behind or use as a weapon in the room. One can never be too careful... if people would just pay more attention to their surroundings, less shit would go wrong.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Apr 21, 2009 23:35:19 GMT -5
"No, I only rent here. I live here with Armin, Kasper, Lucio, and some others who come and go." I explain to him. "We just pay rent to the person who owns this house...but the landlord is never around. He is sympathetic to the cause though." I explain.
"So...um...are you ...anti Manalist too...then?" I ask him carefully. I look at Horacio and Tuesday and assume they would only bring a likeminded person here.
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Post by Freak Boy on Apr 21, 2009 23:40:06 GMT -5
Freak Boy blew some smoke rings before speaking. "You'd be correct, Hilja. In particular I'm sympathetic to you guys and Red Infinity," he explained. He decided to have the whole Oh, by the way, I'm a drug dealer, arms runner, hacker... and kind of a junkie conversation some other time. Best bring it up when it felt right...
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Apr 21, 2009 23:45:27 GMT -5
"Alright...well good! Are you going to the London conference?" I ask him. "In just about a week or so we will all be leaving for a rebel conference there. It will be the first conference of that kind...ever...well, since the Manalists have been around." I state. I watch him puff his smoke and wish that he wouldn't smoke in here. I am too polite though to ask him to put it out.
"Well, let me introduce you to the people there...over there...is Armin. He's from Germany. So is Kasper. They were both activists there until they fled to Helsinki. We also have Lucio here, he's from Cuba. Downstairs, you'll find my brother and a little orphan girl. They are not rebels so be careful what you say around them."
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Post by ~Ophelia Vespera~ on Apr 21, 2009 23:47:54 GMT -5
Ophelia's heart leaped when Bonifaz took out the gun and stepped back.
Nope, these guys were no flower delivery boys just as she suspected. She swallowed a lump in her throat.
"Fine. Have it." Ophelia answered, "It's obvious you two haven't been using it for flower delivery though.. I need that logo off there. If you two ever get caught, authorities will never believe I had nothing to do with you two.. That van already has a history.. just to warn you."
She folded her arms. She was lucky she'd been let go by the authorities when her brother was caught using the van. No, she never did any dealing, but that didn't matter to the Manalists. She knew her brother Luke was dealing and that's all they needed to convict her of several crimes. Next time she had the feeling they wouldn't be so merciful, especially with her family's history.
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Post by Freak Boy on Apr 21, 2009 23:52:32 GMT -5
"Roger," he said. He was starting to sweat... under his shades, his eyes looked tired and he felt weak. Wouldn't be long before he had to lie down... then his stomach would cramp up, and everything would go to shit... Now's not a good time for that. "Hey, you got a bathroom here," he asked.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Apr 21, 2009 23:55:14 GMT -5
"What sort of history?" Heikki asks politely. He remains calm, despite Bonifaz's temper and the gun. He keeps his arms folded behind his back.
"We're not bad people. It isn't what it looks like. If the van has history...maybe that is how it came to be owned by us." He suggests.
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Post by Will Bonacelli on Apr 21, 2009 23:56:50 GMT -5
"Thank you for your time, Mr. Bonacelli." the female interviewer says to him.
"Whatever." Will answer back as he puts on his red leather jacket and exit the room.
Will just recently did a interview with a local reporter from the M TV news network. In the interview, he talks about his new talk show. Will still questions how the hell he agreed to do a talk show. He is busy as being a High Priest and working in a new movie.
"Anyway, I better hurry up. I still haven't got a present for Ms. Annette." Will says to himself.
Anyway....he walk to the nearest Cake Shop. He wasn't sure if Annette likes vanilla cupcakes or chocolate cupcakes. So, WIll brought 3 vanilla cupcakes and 3 chocolate cupcakes. After he paid them, he heads to the nearest teleportation booth and head to Annette's part in Swizterland.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Apr 21, 2009 23:57:57 GMT -5
"Yes, we do. It's upstairs...the middle door. You can't miss it." I tell him with some concern. He doesn't look well. Is it a flu bug? I hope not. Throwing up is my absolute worst nightmare.
I become a little pale and nervous as I think about the germs he could infect us with.
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Post by Freak Boy on Apr 22, 2009 0:03:32 GMT -5
"Thanks," he said. "Be right back."
Freak Boy made his way upstairs. The first door he tried was a closet, but the next door... the middle one was indeed a bathroom. He walked in, closed and locked the door behind him. He pulled out a baggie and juggled it in his hands a bit.
"What do you think, guys," he asked quizzically.
Stalin appeared on his right shoulder. "Feels like about 3 grams... is that all of it?"
"Yeah," he said with a sigh. "I don't wanna have too much stuff on me right now... I'm not familiar with Helsinki, don't wanna be caught with my pants down... know?"
"I say kill the 3 grams you've got," Trotsky began as he appeared on FB's left shoulder. "You're gonna meet your guy tomorrow, right? Just get some more from him there... the heroin's gonna be wearing off in an hour or two. Do you still have some of that?"
"Yeah, I have plenty of Mr. Brownstone in my pants cuff, don't worry. I'll be fine," he says reassuringly. He then poured the coke on the sink and cut it into three lines. He snorted it all in about a minute, flushed the toilet and washed his hands to keep up appearances. He made his way back downstairs looking less pale and somewhat healthier. A bit rigid and a tad more restless perhaps, but healthier.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on Apr 22, 2009 0:11:27 GMT -5
Since Freak boy looks healthier, I don't question the germ thing. I just ignore the whole situation and try to be pleasant.
"Are you hungry? I could make something to eat. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself. You seem like an interesting character." I say pleasantly.
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Post by ~Ophelia Vespera~ on Apr 22, 2009 0:13:41 GMT -5
The corner of her lip twitched, resisting the look of pathetic shame that she knew crossed her face everytime history was brought up.
"Drug dealing.. That's all I know for sure." Ophelia replied, "My brother was part of the Enlightened Brotherhood.. And other organizations. I don't know all of them.. He was rather diverse in who he associated with. But mostly the Enlightened Brotherhood. So I assume, mostly drug dealing."
She shook her head and held her temples as if the memories in themselves gave her a painful migraine, "Look, never mind.. I don't care who stole it or how it came into your possession.. It's yours"
She forced a smile onto her stinging cold face and laughed, "I still have druggies in Rome that chase it down like an ice cream truck, anyways.. It's probably best you guys have it.... I just want to get out of this freezing city."
Another breeze brushed by and she wrapped herself tighter in her poncho and sniffled, "Do you two belong to any sort of rebel group?.."
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Post by Freak Boy on Apr 22, 2009 0:14:53 GMT -5
Freak Boy didn't feel hungry because of the coke, but he was smart enough to know it had been at least 8 hours since he last ate. "Some food sounds great... you got the stuff to make a grilled cheese," he asked.
"Anyway, I'm nothin' special. Just your typical tech-saavy rebel with some underground connections... you know the drill."
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Post by Anya Louteius on Apr 22, 2009 0:19:52 GMT -5
Anya pointed toward the back door and then hesitated. If she ran, he would come after her and then it was a given that he would kill her. But then she thought of how close she felt that they had gotten in the 4 months they spent together and hoped that maybe that would save her life.....but she wasn't going to risk anything, she wasn't ready to die right now. She sighed heavily and hurried with Niilo toward the back. "Hurry, this way." She opened the back door and hurried out of it.
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