Jumala Keitoleinen
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Owner of SOTA/God of Destruction
"Man created God in his image : intolerant, sexist, homophobic and violent."
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Post by Jumala Keitoleinen on May 15, 2008 22:24:09 GMT -5
"Fine, be that way." Keitoleinen says to her. "I will leave you now. Your shift is almost over." He states and turns his back to her. He feels frustrated but he will not torment her any more today.
"Someday...Celeste. Someday you will understand all I have done and you will appreciate all I do for you." He says to Linnea. With that he leaves the office. He can't stand to deal with the ungratelful woman any more. He feels angry. Maybe he will revisit that little scientist girl and torment her a little.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 15, 2008 22:41:15 GMT -5
Alexei curses when he finds nothing. What did he expect anyway? Sighing he resigns himself to walking along the streets, then strolls into what looks like an art gallery. He pays admission and walks among the paintins, all religious paintings praising the manalists and father manala. He thinks longingly of older paintings, of times when art praised beauty, and humanity.
When nobody was looking he snorted a pinch of cocaine. It made his continued visit slightly more pleasant.
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Post by marsatacker on May 15, 2008 22:55:15 GMT -5
Attis slows to a stop outside of a building, sniffing the air every few seconds before sitting down and glancing up towards a window just in time to spot a familiar face. He glances around the area for a few minutes waiting outside as he memorizes the way there before turning and starting to walk off in another direction, figuring that this was not the right time to visit her again.
He was not certain where he was going, he just felt the need to continue moving... the sense of adventure had always been strong in him ever since he was a child and it caused him to miss out on alot in life, yet he felt that he lived for more then most humans so he wasn't complaining. He continued on his way before he stopped outside of a small market place of which a bar was on the other side. Knowing full well that alcohol would get him in trouble even now, his body still felt drawn towards the building...
"... not yet..."
He turned and started to take to the alley ways, moving closer towards the bar as well as some of the food stands where there were less humans around.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 15, 2008 22:58:09 GMT -5
I finally make it home. I got to my room and change out of my clothes, throwing them on the floor in a careless fashion. My room is a complete mess of clothes and books. I plop down on the bed with a book...this book is by Kierkegaard. It is called Works of Love.
I sit there reading it, although concentrating on it is never easy. I pause and look out the window at the night. I feel very alone. My room is cold since we don't turn on the heat to save on the heating bill here.
"Attis..." I say quietly. I wonder what it means.
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Post by ronny on May 15, 2008 23:39:03 GMT -5
"I am glad that Attis has escape from the Manalists Police, but at the same time, he shouldn't have stole something." Ronny thought to herself.
She's wearing a long sleeve dress(which it goes to her ankles), hooded robe, and close toes sandals. Ronny let out a sigh before she began walking down the street. Even though she is blind, Ronny manage to not to bump to anything or anyone. Anyway, as Ronny walk past a young man, she heard some snorting noises from him.
"Excuse me, sir.....do you have a stuffy nose?" Ronny ask the young man.
(to Alexei)
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 15, 2008 23:43:23 GMT -5
Alexei had left the gallery and was walking down the street when a young women spoke to him. He had been snorting from the cocaine still lodged in his nostrils. He rubs his nose vigorously a moment,
"Err, yes. Terrible cold. Terrible."
He eyes her carefully.
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Post by patrick on May 15, 2008 23:46:05 GMT -5
Back in London the concerns of Patrick seemed so narrow that he couldn't believe his own mind at times. He would count the turns of a bolt, it was truly a pitiful existence. Patrick never intended to be a mechanic, simply born into it. He wanted to escape it, and he would.
Closing up the shop, Patrick hopped on a motorcycle and headed to his favorite pub. It was a place to relax for him. No-one judged him for smoking, because they did it too. A cigarette and beer was what he needed.
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Post by ronny on May 15, 2008 23:47:02 GMT -5
"Oh....but you should be in bed or you will get more sick." Ronny says to him.
"Anyway.....what is your name sir?"
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 15, 2008 23:51:03 GMT -5
"Alexei Nacharade" He says politely,"I'm visiting from Moscow. You are?"
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Post by ronny on May 15, 2008 23:58:14 GMT -5
"My name is Ronja Larsson and I'm from Stockholm." Ronny reply.
"So.....you heard from some people about someone stole something?"
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 16, 2008 0:02:10 GMT -5
Alexei shakes his head slowly,
"I didn't hear anything about that." he replies and smiles pleasantly before adding, "There was quite a commotion earlier. A fair amount of police seemed to have run into a...snag."
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Post by ronny on May 16, 2008 0:07:26 GMT -5
"I see......but please don't mock the police, Alexei. And another thing........about your 'cold', I kinda knew that you were snorting even though I am blind."
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 16, 2008 0:11:04 GMT -5
Alexei's balisong slips partially out of his sleeve.
"What are you on about? I've been sick for days." He replies, sizing her up. He feels somewhat at ease, noting how she's blind.
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Post by ronny on May 16, 2008 0:15:24 GMT -5
"Liar. I can smell the coke on you alright? So....please excuse me, I have some things to do...." Ronny says to him before she start walking from him.
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 16, 2008 0:20:57 GMT -5
Alexei stares after her, unsure what to do. She might report him to the manalists. He wasn't sure he was willing to take the risk. He'd look for her again later. He strolled off quickly in another direction.
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