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| Not Nekulturny; Sam and Jelana | |
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| Topic Started: Sunday, 30. November 2014, 22:35 (323 Views) | |
| Sam H. | Sunday, 30. November 2014, 22:35 Post #1 |
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Edited by Graham Mason, Saturday, 27. December 2014, 19:06.
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| Jelena | Sunday, 21. December 2014, 10:24 Post #2 |
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Anarch Mama Bear
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Hopsitality, one of the few fucking places in Enfield Ellen tried to avoid as much as possible, but again, if Sammie wanted to meet there of all fucking placed, she'd go there. Mood wasn't the best, bit anticipation mixed in though. Didn't know what to think of the Hensley guy. She'd find out soon. She'd put on her old army boots, the jeans and the plain red t-shirt. Also'd brought some more shit just in case, didn't think she'd need it. Looked like they'd meet in Sherwoods former room. That'd be interesting too. The Brujah entered the room and found the guy in the t-shirt that she assumed showed Sherman and who was busy with the fucking Times. Should be him. Didn't hurt to make extra sure, right? She closed the door behind herself and looked around to scan the room. "So, Sammie. Here I am." |
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| Jelena | Monday, 22. December 2014, 02:26 Post #3 |
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"Yeah, that's me." Ellen would've given a lot for a cig or something else to keep herself busy with, but she'd been through with that shit for a while now and wasn't about to puck those habits back up. Still too much bad memories connected with it. Didn't matter now, ought to concentrate on the present. "Ain't too thirsty right now. Will pass on the offer." She shook Sam's hand with a firm grip not necessarily connected to someone of her age and stature. She walked around and pulled a chair into position for her to fall into. "So, shit-kicker and peacemaker of Moscow fame. Liked London so far? Haven't been here too long, have ya?" |
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| Jelena | Tuesday, 23. December 2014, 01:45 Post #4 |
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Anarch Mama Bear
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She raised a left hand with a missing ring finger on it to decline the offer and turned away as he lighted his cig. Just don't look at the fucking flame! Just don't look at the fucking flame! As soon as the sounds made clear the Zippo was closed again, she looked back. "Nah, I quit, got lit up a while ago, still getting used to shit again." As used to it as she could ever be, being a fucking vamp after all. But the Anarchs were disorganized? No shit, Sherlock! "It is. Think they already exploit the fuck out of it." Leadership was the single big fucking problem, sure as sure. But it was the one thing that had her all over the place and try to find people who weren't either too fucking dumb to live or too smart for their own good. Or thought they were the shit, waiting to be venerated, like the Prince. Like all Princes really. "Game's on. I'm all about the North to find people who agree something needs to happen. Got some, but there might be more. Problem with distribution is people know shit about where to find the others." |
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| Jelena | Tuesday, 23. December 2014, 16:40 Post #5 |
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Anarch Mama Bear
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"Just one problem, Sammie." Ellen stretched and folded her hands behind her head. Her right leg slowly rose until her ankle rested a bit above her left knee. problem was obvius to her, but then, she'd been to the US before and after her exposure to Europe. Which was the whole fucking point. "London ain't Colorado. And it sure as hell ain't LA either." She'd let open what she thought of the people. European Anarchs, mostly the kind of guys who stuck to the shadow and scurried away when the all-mighty Princes came to look, everyone for themselves basically. On the other hand, American Anarchs. Stronger cohesion, but also bit too naive when it came to what counted as a fucking Prince over there. Didn't even include the whole bullshit about the mission many of them saw themselves on or how they looked down on Euros. Or the almost magical belief in the power of peace, keeping peace or spreading peace. "Normally, opposition's a lot stiffer, but so far London's pretty lax. Thats good, because so far, it kept us alive. Those fucks set their mind to it, they could pick us off one by one and we wouldn't even notice until our turn. Thing is, we ain't got the structure LA has. In that thing, even the Baltics are better than us here. But me and some others work on that. Point is, I don't trust Princes and the guy here is no different. Personally, I don't think he should have much say in what goes on here. Set up a somewhat united front and keep infiltrators out. That's what I'm concerned with now. But tell me more about that Anarch Peace." |
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