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Post by slowpoke on May 19, 2008 18:21:01 GMT -5
Charon frowned at her words. "Waste a day? I don't think it's possible to waste day, I guess if you were to sit in bed all day then it'd be wasted, but I trust you to do more than that" His smile grows bigged as he speaks.
Charon remembers he last words and becomes confused "One of the cursed? I don't exactly remember the term my dear, perhaps you could refresh my memory?" Charon hoped it wasn't anything serious, he felt he was becoming good friends with Hilja.
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 19, 2008 18:23:21 GMT -5
"Hello, Mr. Dol-?" Bambi promptly begins to talk once he picks up the phone, but she hears another person mummer in the background, and flinches at the sound of the phone crashing to the ground. "Uhh..." She presses her lips together tightly, trying to decide what to do. ... Then it hits her who exactly Dinari Dollar is. All Mart, America, her birth place.
She hangs up the phone after waiting for a few minutes, trailing her fingers along it as she thought. She used to make fantasy stories about what exactly happened to her family, and tried to remember about the place. Most of it probably wouldn't look pretty now, but Dinari had restored Florida at least. With quick movements, she snatched her folder and purse off her office and rushed out once she made a decision.
If she went now, she could use the excuse that he was busy with someone else, thus making her wait. With that time, she could explore a bit and set her mind as ease. As she slipped into another teleportation booth, a ball formed in her stomach again. Paranoid thoughts floated through her mind, but before she could loose her nerve she punched in the location.
Stumbling out of a booth for the fifth or so time that day, she ran her pale blue eyes over the first sight of the once great nation she had been born in.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 19, 2008 18:30:16 GMT -5
"The Cursed...you know...the ones who aren't a success." I reply to Charon, but I am completely interupted by two people who have wandered into his garden. ..one of which is my boss Calithin! (Although I have more direct supervisors)
"Oh it's ...Calithin Crest...I work for him....Mr. Crest?" I ask. The garden is not that huge so it is hard not to notice strangers who enter it.
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Post by ronny on May 19, 2008 18:32:33 GMT -5
"Thank you for the Tulips."
Ronny took the Tulips from him after he guide her to the flower garden. Even though she couldn't see them, Ronny thought Tulips smell nice Just as they just start walking through the garden, she heard couple of items fell onto the garden. Then she heard other voices in the garden.
"I hope we didn't get in trouble," she thought to herself.
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Tristan Tuzanic
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I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed. It's cause of these things...
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Post by Tristan Tuzanic on May 19, 2008 18:32:49 GMT -5
Tristan heads back sometime later. He is now mildly intoxicated. He wanders back to check on Linnea. The prisoners are not looked after very well so he brings her some food. He decides to bring her an apple.
"Linnea, I brought you an apple. Come on darlin', you aren't still mad at me are you?" He asks her. He unlocks her door and throws the apple inside at the gray cracked floor.
"Come on, let's be friends."
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Post by slowpoke on May 19, 2008 18:34:15 GMT -5
Charon looks past Hilja to see a man and a woman enter his garden. He walks over to the man and shakes his hand. "Hello my new friends, I am Charon Dejardins" A bit of a french accent slips out when Charon pronoucnes his last name "It seems you know my friend Hilja?"
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Post by Linnea Korpela on May 19, 2008 18:35:55 GMT -5
Linnea is still dazed when Tristan comes back, even though she has more strength she doesn't answer him. She feels dizzy and nauseous.
'I can't believe he came back,' she thought. A little bit in front of her face the apple rolled by. Every time she breathed in it felt like someone was stabbing her in the side and she wasn't sure how much she bleed or if she was still bleeding.
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Post by Calithin Crest on May 19, 2008 18:36:42 GMT -5
When Hilja notices me I pick up a pot and put it in front of my face.
"No, you can't see me you little stalker. Just showing up everywhere I go. I am invisible. This is a hallucination... I definitely didn't just walk in here and steal some flowers. That is something I definitely did not do."
I slowly lower the flower pot to look at Hilja and Charon and shake Charon's hand.
"Okay... So maybe I did. But this is Ronja..."
I point to Ronja.
"And she had a good idea so I had to get her a prize and I'm not a walking toy store so my last resort was stealing some flowers. You have to understand. It was a really good idea."
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Post by Jack Kruschev on May 19, 2008 18:37:20 GMT -5
Anthony sits in his quarters, literally, twiddling his thumbs and breathing quickly. He had just made the greatest achievement of his life, in his opinion, and was about to be interviewed. He muttered a couple things under his breath and began to change into his suit.
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Post by ††Venice "Cephrien" Ashgrove†† on May 19, 2008 18:37:44 GMT -5
Ceph kept a straight expression as he simply raised a hand casually. "Calm down. I'm just here to ask questions." He spoke with his neverchanging deep and icy tone of voice.
"About the rebels."
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Post by Alexei Nacharade on May 19, 2008 18:40:05 GMT -5
The boat arrives and the Russian mobsters exit.
"We're splitting up to see what we can pick up individually. Besides, if we're seperate we'll be less suspicious. I'm going to Havana. A plane will be picking me up and taking me back to Moscow when I think I'm done here. The boat will stay here. Unless you have some other means of transportation, I'd suggest that is what you take."
And with that, Alexei stalked off to the nearest dirt road he can find, deciding it best to travel on foot. He was only about two hour's march from Mariel, and getting to Havana from there shouldn't be to difficult.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on May 19, 2008 18:40:29 GMT -5
Anthony stood in the mirror and looked over his suit. “Careful Anthony, careful.” He knew that playing with life could be dangerous and he had just created a way for life to multiply, the dangerous involved could be unimaginable. Anthony picked dup his things and headed to the lab.
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Post by slowpoke on May 19, 2008 18:40:38 GMT -5
Charon smiles and plucks one of the poppies from it's resting place. "Flowers make a terrific gift no doubt in the matter" Charon steps forward and tucks it behind Hilja's ear.
Charon steps back and puts his hand out for Ronja. "Hello there Ronja I'm Charon, please to make your acquaintance."
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 19, 2008 18:41:16 GMT -5
"It's nice to see you. I did get those floors much cleaner. I could see myself in them." I inform Calithin. I look at the woman who is with him.
"You know Calithin, that is theft! I took some strawberries the other day from the forest and I was almost shot! You really need to set an example as one of the Blessed. Why, that whole religion looks up to you!" I say to him. I set my watering canister down.
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Post by ronny on May 19, 2008 18:45:07 GMT -5
"I guess he always act like that when he with other people." she thought to herself until Charon just spoke to her.
"Hello Charon, same here." Ronny reply and shook his hand. "But you can call me Ronny."
Ronny start to feel a bit and shouldn't ask or told Cat to get her prize.
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