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Post by Bambi Engel on May 27, 2008 0:32:51 GMT -5
And Bambi had almost hoped to be able to curl up, eat ice cream, and watch movies the rest of the night. Work was work. "Yes, I suppose you're right. I'll need to run to my office to get the files, but there's a cafe near there where I usually eat lunch. It should be open, but even if it's not I suppose we could still meet in front of it. As far as what to bring, well, I don't think you really need to bring anything unless you have any papers with the information for your project, or something..."
She kneeled down on the carpet, leaning her head to keep the phone against her ear and pressed to her shoulder as she begun to clean the ice cream off her floor. She paused for a moment, hearing the strain in his voice. Mm... "Of course, should I wait to give you to you until we meet?" The talking and job of cleaning the spilled ice cream was a distraction from the effect even his voice could initiate in her.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on May 27, 2008 0:52:05 GMT -5
"Give it to me when we meet," he said slowly, his thoughts drifting in several directions at once now. Alrick...
"The coffee shop will be perfect. I can be there presently..." He rubbed his chin for a moment. He had to focus here. Alrick could wait, the game was still being played. Either she didn't know they were playing or she'd just made a truely excellent move against him...
"I will be ready when you arrive."
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 27, 2008 1:05:08 GMT -5
"All right, I'll try to hurry, I apologize if I leave you waiting. See you soon." Hanging up her cellphone, she finishes the cleaning job and pulls the large t-shirt off while moving back toward her bedroom. She really didn't want to wear her business suit, but she'd already messed up a dress tonight... Making a decision, she pulled her skirt on along with the white blouse she usually wore under the shirt that matched her skirt. Leaving the top few buttons unbuttoned, she pulled her boots back on.
Glancing herself over in the mirror, she pursed her lips and decided to pull her hair up again as she had done for her trip to Helsinki. Dropping her phone back into her purse, she left her apartment to head back to the Global Bank HQ. This time, she turned the lights on as she made her way to her office. Gathering all the files she thought she'd need, she left once more, turning the lights off on her way out.
After a little over ten minutes since hanging up with Peter, she made her way to the cafe she usually ate lunch at. Pausing at the corner, though, she took a deep breath. There was obviously some sort of subtle cat and mouse thing going on between them... She wasn't sure why the exact phrase hadn't occurred to her before, since it fit so perfectly. Collecting her wits, she rounded the corner.
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on May 27, 2008 1:16:24 GMT -5
Peter used the teleportation booth near the central building to leap to London. Standing on the street close to the cafe Bambi had told him about he waited. It was after work by several hours, he'd been out of uniform for sometime now. His glasses where different, dark tinted rimless glasses rather than dark 'shades', giving him a less punkish look.
He'd left his Genetech jacket behind and was wearing one of his v-neck shirts, a solid black one today. It was actually much cooler in London than Florida and he somewhat regreted his choice. The v-neck showed part of his chest where the 'v' dipped low and had no sleeves at all. He wore cargo pants, deep gray, and perfectly normal athletic shoes.
In another city he could look perfectly average but on a cool London evening he stood out. A blue haze surrounded him as he waited, his field, put into place to keep him warm. Once the low buzzy hum of the electric energy began the chill vanished and he straightened up properly.
When Bambi came around the corner it took him a moment to recognize her. She had her hair different and wasn't in quite the same business attair. She looked... semi-professional would probably be the best way to put it.
"Ms. Engel," he said, moving towards her and ending his hazy glow, "Good evening. Doing well?"
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 27, 2008 1:28:55 GMT -5
Bambi flashed a smile, nodding lightly as her eyes quickly took in his own change of attire. He looked good... and somehow more dangerous. "Evening. I'm doing well enough, thank you for asking. I hope you are also?" She responded pleasantly, wondering idly what exactly the haze was that sometimes coated him. She was a bit chilly herself, but she enjoyed such temperatures. Besides, her blouse had long sleeves, even if the material was thin.
Her eyes darted to examine the cafe, taking in the amount of customers and employees currently working. Part of her really didn't want to be in such a tiny place with him, wanting to stay out in an open space, where there were multiple directions to take... As she thought about this, her eyes drifted around the rather empty area. A few people lingered or were walking here or there, but it was much less crowded than it usually was in the day.
She attempted to focus her gaze back to him, which really wasn't that difficult. She felt as if she needed her eyes on him, to note any movements, any change of expression. His very presence was all too unforgettable to her.
((Okay after my next post, I will take my leave. Seriously. If I get the will power.))
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Post by Peter "Levitas" Barak on May 27, 2008 1:40:01 GMT -5
Peter smiled what he hoped was a friendly looking smile and resisted the urge to lick his lips as he gave the woman a quick glance up and down. That would probably be too much. Still, there was the desire to do so, to clearly announce himself as the predator in their game of give and take. Which made him wonder why she would come back? Had she missed the signals? Did she understand the game?
Or was it as he had long suspected? That deep down, somewhere, all prey secretly wondered what it was like to be caught. And wanted to know.
"Rather well. But a bit chilly this evening," he said, glancing up at the sky and around at the streets' other passers by. "Shall we?" He began to gesture for her to lead, but decided against it and simply walked towards the cafe. He had been putting on far to grandious a show with his gestures and bowings during their first meeting when he played the role of the spider with a fly (one that moved between his web strings, managing to avoid being caught but never wandering too far away either).
Here it was different, they were closer to her own home ground, but not truly on it. Here, it was the wolf and the deer. Open ground, but the deer knew the thicket, the hiding places. A wolf who tipped their hand could lose their quarry forever among the brambles. And so he would play softly... but with the knowledge he possessed teeth and claws. Teeth and claws that itched to be used...
"So, I was thinking of make two seperate loan applications: one for the house itself and the other for the facility I want to put in with it. Seperate financies, split claims, and certainly seperate insurances."
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Post by Bambi Engel on May 27, 2008 2:00:26 GMT -5
Bambi nodded idly, following his lead cautiously. On second thought, the cafe was more crowded, with more obstacles... There was much more open space out here where speed would be the only thing that really mattered. "Yes, but I enjoy evenings like this the best, despite the chill." He obviously realized about this subtle game they were playing, though she wondered if she had not started it herself. She was so paranoid, so cautious of everything... The taunts of her classmates in the past returned to her mind for a moment.
So she was a deer, prey, but that did not mean she was some sort of scared little doe. Predator and prey was a tricky game, neither were necessarily instantly winners. There were pros and cons to both sides, and a prey could very well turn the victor. Finally feeling as if she had sorted out this peculiar situation, she entered the pleasantly warm cafe.
"Certainly a smart thing to do, I think so. I wonder the purpose of the facility?" She questioned idly, glancing at the small tables scattered around the cafe and at the secluded booths in the back. For business, the booths were ideal, but it would give him the perfect chance to corner her. "Ah! How about we sit here?" She announced suddenly, cutting in front of him and gesturing to one of the empty tables far enough from the other customers, but close enough to give her comfort.
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Post by Lena Eva Aysel on May 27, 2008 5:28:37 GMT -5
Lena decided to simply send a message to Ms. Violette before she took a shower. She always liked the woman's name, and the woman herself. She presses the buttons of her phone as she enters the shower, forming a simple sentence: Any jobs? - Eva
Placing the phone at the sink, she peels off her tank top and underwear that were damp from the sweat. Stepping into the shower, she turned the water on, keeping it at at the lowest temperature possible. It felt wonderful to her. Plumbing was probably the favorite thing her village had lacked that civilization offered. After washing her hair and body with her favorite lavender scent, she turned the water off. Pulling one of the soft pink towels from the shower rack, she was careful not to slip stepping out.
She begun to rub the towel along the length of her hair first, which was a job itself. She could understand why so many women in civilization got their hair cut, but she just couldn't bear to again. In her village, long hair was considered the most treasured part of an ice maiden's appearance. She had cut it once, and only once, to help give her the appearance she needed to slip into the ranks of the organization that had taken both her loves.
After running the towel over her body, she swung it around her neck, pausing to turn slightly in front of the mirror. Her icy blue eyes stared at the side of the gagged scar that was just visible from her current angle. She may have loved the place and some parts of its religion, but they were as bad as the zealous religion devouts of the Manalists... Reaching her hand out, she slide her phone open to check her messages to see if Ms. Violette had responded.
((Message to Li Violette.))
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Post by Nadi Shaynan on May 27, 2008 7:59:11 GMT -5
Nadi then turns around and looks dawn to see Tristan “Oh this… lets just say that The Invisible Hand has somewhat of a problem whit me leaving them to go on my own from what I understand” she replied you could tell in her voice that she was angry about the situation bending her knees for more blains as she looked back a forth at Tristan and at that familiar stranger moving her hair off her face still holding one of her Stiletto’s as she putted her rite elbow one her rite knee.
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Li Violette
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The Speaker
"Communism is not love. Communism is a hammer which we use to crush the enemy" -Mao
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Post by Li Violette on May 27, 2008 10:11:32 GMT -5
I check my messages later that day and see that Lena is looking for work. I call Ariel to see if there is anything in particular that he wants the Invisible Hand to work on. Sidapa is in Cuba and Cephrien is dealing with Nadi. The only other thing she could look into is perhaps reports of rebel activity in Helsinki as well as a rebel newspaper.
I leave a message for Lena. "There is a rebel newspaper that has surfaced in various cities. Try to obtain a copy of this newspaper and find out who has been contributing articles to it. Then, see if you can find some of the writers and question them. (This should set you up to post with Tuesday DeCastro.)"
Having given these orders, I return to my work of writing this weeks speeches.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 27, 2008 10:13:43 GMT -5
Armin, Rose, Kasper and I spend some time meeting at home discussing the situation with the Creditors and how many papers we delivered. We will have to try finishing the paper delivery tonight, even though it is very dangerous. For now though, I must return to work.
I head to Crest Mining's Helsinki office and start cleaning floors like usual. I still have not heard anything else about the drug test that I failed, so maybe everyone just forgot about it. I can only hope.
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 27, 2008 10:13:52 GMT -5
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 27, 2008 10:14:00 GMT -5
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 27, 2008 10:14:08 GMT -5
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Post by Hilja Kukkanen/Sasha Pisarev on May 27, 2008 10:14:15 GMT -5
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