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| Taimi | November 26, 2008, 2:40 am Post #931 |
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vanessa, i gotta admit, this is one of my fave fics
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| Lucifer's Angel | November 26, 2008, 10:27 am Post #932 |
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Thanks Lyssa Chapter 244 "So Kitty, you can be our guide to the wonderful city of Warsaw", said Dave, putting an arm around her and kissing her cheek. "Thank you, Dave. But I prefer Krakow, Warsaw was bombed to hell during World War II, a lot of the construction is from after the war. But there's some really good museums", she replied. Megadeth were in Dave's room at the their hotel in Warsaw. They had the day off after having arrived earlier that morning, driving from Krakow. The drive was serene in the early fall, the farmers harvesting crops and fruit from the orchards, the leaves turning colors ranging from vivid red and oranges to vibrant golden yellows. "I heard there's a big-ass war museum here", said Chris eagerly. "The one in London is pretty good, Kitty. You can be our guide", said Dave gallantly. "Okay, but it's not like the one in London. Polish military history isn't exactly triumphant. And there's a big section on Nazi atrocities", she said, frowning. "Yeah, Nazis suck, fuck 'em. I still want to see it, though", said Dave. "Uh, no thanks, guys. Me and Shawn are going to just chill", said James. "All right, see ya", said Dave, leading them outside. Their hotel was near the center of Warsaw in a quiet residential neighborhood, a modern glass and concrete structure built some time in the nineties. Only a few blocks away was the heavily restored Old Town. Most of the buildings were rebuilt in a Renaissance Baroque style, barely discernible from the originals. A lot of people were out and about, enjoying the pleasant weather. Vendors sold hot dogs and ice cream, while several buskers played traditional folk tunes. The military museum was nearby, a large building that was a restored palace of some long-forgotten Polish noble family. "Trzy dorosly bilets", Catriona told the woman behind the booth. "Ten dwadziescia zlotys", she replied, as Catriona translated. Dave handed over the money as they took their tickets and went in. "Is there anything in English?", asked Chris. "No, everything's in Polish. I'll translate for you guys", she said reassuringly. The museum was as large as the one in London, spanning Polish history from the Middle Ages to World War II. The exhibitions ranged from medieval armor and weaponry to tanks and guns used in the Warsaw Uprising. They virtually the only other people there except for several school groups, the boys fascinated and the girls frightened. "I know, I would've loved to have taken a field trip somewhere like this", whispered Dave. The three of them were riveted to the exhibit on Warsaw during the Nazi occupation. It showed how the city was bombed to rubble and many of the people killed, the reprisals against people when they fought back. "Fucking Nazis", Dave muttered. "Ditto", said Chris. "Kurwa ich, Nazi swinia", she growled. "Let's go somewhere else, Kitty. What a bummer", said Dave, as they left the museum. |
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| Verity | November 26, 2008, 12:00 pm Post #933 |
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I always admire people who can speak more than one language really, really, well. I'm terrible with languages. I can read in other languages fine but I have a lot of trouble writing or speaking it and pronouncing everything correctly. Kudos for writing in Polish. It really makes the story authentic. |
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| maisy blue | November 26, 2008, 2:44 pm Post #934 |
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Yeah, the Polish parts are amazing!! Vanessa, you're so smart!! |
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| Lucifer's Angel | November 28, 2008, 12:56 pm Post #935 |
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I'm going to be busy, so I'll if I can update this tomorrow
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| Taimi | November 28, 2008, 4:48 pm Post #936 |
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we understand Vanessa
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| Lucifer's Angel | November 29, 2008, 10:06 am Post #937 |
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Yesterday we went to the mall for Black Friday, if you ever find yourself in New Jersey on Black Friday, don't go to the mall. It took an hour to find a space, the mall was packed and there were still people coming after six. Find something else to do instead And Ashley, I don't want to brag, but I'm as fluent in Spanish as Kitty is in Polish Chapter 245 Catriona sat on the edge of the bed, deep in thought. "Kitty, are you all right?", asked Dave, concern in his eyes. "That museum exhibit, it touched a nerve", she whispered. Suddenly her head went up. "Dave, let's go to Mass", she said. "Okay, but I'm not Catholic and I haven't set foot in a church in years. What do I wear?", he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink. "Dress in something formal, you don't wear jeans to Mass. Just follow my lead", she said. She opened her suitcase and took out a dark blue wool dress, flesh-colored pantyhose and a blue pillbox hat, going into the bathroom. Dave took off his Diamond Head shirt and jeans, putting on black slacks and a black buttoned down shirt with a blue tie. He combed his hair while looking at his reflection in the mirror. I haven't been to church since Electra was baptized. I hope I don't screw up, he thought. Catriona emerged from the bathroom, a solemn expression on her face. She wore the dark blue dress beautifully, the dark wool clinging subtly to her figure and the hat perched on her auburn braids wrapped around her head. "Let's go, Dave", she said, leading him out of the room. It was a cool crisp evening, the leaves of the trees quivering in the breeze. Young couples walked hand in hand and mothers minded their children as they walked to the church. The church was rather small with a red brick facade and a small shrine to the Madonna outside. Mary stared at them from her white frame of a shrine, clad in a sky blue robe and surrounded by offerings of flowers and candles, the tiny lights winking in the dusk. The foyer of the church had a table with votive candles for sale. Several elderly women lit candles and placed them at the foot of the statue of Mary, kneeling before it and murmuring prayers. The women gave them odd looks, but smiled in a friendly way before going into the church. "You buy a candle and then light it, then place it in front of the statue and say a prayer. It's to wish for something or to offer a prayer", she explained. Dave watched as she selected a tall thin white candle and placed several coins into a box. She then lit it with a lighter and set in front of the statue, whispering a prayer in Polish. I wonder what she prayed for? I never knew that, he mused. Catriona crossed herself and led him into the church. It was almost full, the congregation with both old and young people, several mothers in the very back nursing their babies. It was rather modest with space for a about five hundred people in the pews, a dark red velvet carpet down the aisle. The stained glass windows looked rather new, depicting Jesus turning bread and fish into a feast for his followers. At the front was the alter covered in a snow white cloth with a golden chalice on top, alter boys in their robes lighting candles. The priest stood at his pulpit and looked through his Bible. He was a tall, athletic young man in white and gold vestments, his dark hair cropped short around his lean face. Dave and Catriona found an empty pew, as the priest looked up and began to speak. The sermon was in Polish, the congregation hanging onto every word. He sat back in his pew and looked straight at the priest. Dave felt a tingling sensation go through him, watching how the congregation accepted his sermon and hung on his every word. I don't understand this, but it feels incredible. I've got to speak with Kitty later, he thought. The priest took out a golden box and removed the lid. The congregation got up from their pews and marched single file towards the altar. He watched as everyone took a sip from the chalice and took a wafer from the box, going back to their pews. The priest then resumed his sermon and then dismissed the congregation. Dave was still deep in thought when Catriona led him out of the church. "Kitty, that just, wow. I haven't been to church in a long time, but I want to go again soon", he murmured. "Really? Okay then, maybe you ought to go online and read something about Catholicism, so you'd understand it", she replied. "Kitty, what was the sermon about?", he asked. "It was about Moses and how he led the Israelites out of Egypt. The priest said that as long as people have faith and believe, He will reward them", she replied. "Okay", he said. "Dave, let's get something to eat and go back to the hotel", she said. "Kitty, should I take the kids to church?", he asked. "Sure, why not? It can't hurt", she said, as he took her hand and they walked down the street. |
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| Verity | November 29, 2008, 12:22 pm Post #938 |
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Wow. Dave must really be in love. My husband loves me, I mean he cleaned the entire house for me and once let me paint his finger nails pink, but he would never go to church. Though I would never ask him too. I'm not really in to going to church. But I do play at this tiny little Lutheran church every December and some of the traditions that have there are really, really, beautfiul, so I can see why Kitty really wanted to go. I'm certainly impressed how she can pack so many different clothes while on tour. I'm lucky if I can pack an extra pair of jeans and 3 T-shirts when I go, since possesions have to be kept to a minimum. That kicks ass that you are fluent in Spanish. My brother in law is fluent in Spanish. He lived in Boliva for 2 years in the Peace Corps. I wish that I was fluent in Spanish I have a Mexican friend named Lupita. She can't speak or understand English very well, and I can't speak or understand Spanish so our conversations consist of saying just "hola" and "bien" I'd love to be able to really talk to her. That would rock. |
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| maisy blue | November 29, 2008, 7:23 pm Post #939 |
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Kudos to Dave. I'm not religious, but I am spiritual. I sort of miss that part of my life but there's not a church that matches my philosophies so I just try and incporate it into my life on my own, which is often hard. I don't know if my husband would go to a Christ-centered church for me unless it was socially accepting. He feels really really strongly about things like equality and human rights and I respect that. Beautiful chapter. |
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| Lucifer's Angel | November 30, 2008, 2:54 pm Post #940 |
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It's been a hectic morning, so here's a belated update Chapter 246 "Kitty, how hard is it to convert?", asked Dave. They were seated inside a restaurant just down the street from the church and their hotel. It was decorated in a fin de siecle style, all crystal chandeliers and red velvet, waiting for their drinks to arrive. "Dave, you don't have to convert. But if you want to know, you'd have to talk with a priest and take catechism classes, then you're baptized into the faith. But it's a pretty big step, you ought to be sure first", she replied. "I know. But I've never been to a Catholic Mass before", he said. "Your Mom was a Jehovah's Witness, right?", she asked. "Yeah, but I got out of it later on. I hated it, going to door to door and having people slam the door in your face. And they don't celebrate birthdays or holidays either, I didn't get a present until I was sixteen", he said, frowning. "That's terrible, Dave. Did you like the present I got you?", she teased. "Of course, Miss Kitty. An illustrated edition of Greek mythology big enough to be a murder weapon, awesome. I think Electra would like it too, though", he mused aloud. "Did you name her after Agamemnon's daughter?", she asked. "I'm not too familiar with the Trojan war, he was the king of Mycenae, right?", he asked, blushing. "Agamemnon and his wife Clytemnestra had three children, a son named Orestes and two daughters, Iphigenia and Electra. He had to sacrifice Iphigenia because he displayed Artemis, the virgin hunter goddess, by killing one of her sacred stags. When he arrived home from Troy, Clytemnestra and her lover killed him for sacrificing her daughter. Electra then avenged her father by killing them both", she explained. "Wow, I had no idea. I just heard the name somewhere and I thought it sounded good. I didn't know it had anything to do with Greek myth", he replied. The waiter arrived with their drinks and took their orders, leaving them alone again. "Kitty, if we had a kid, what do you want to name them?", he asked. Catriona took a sip of her tea, raising an eyebrow. "If it's a boy, you name him, I'm terrible with boys' names. If it is a girl, I would want her first name to be Anna, after my great-grandma. And her middle names, I like Aspasia Tinuviel. Aspasia was the consort of Pericles, the great Athenian statesman, she was very beautiful and a philosopher. And Tinuviel means Nightingale in Elvish", she replied. "That's a beautiful name, Anna Aspasia Tinuviel Mustaine. I like it, very fitting", he said approvingly. "I know I'm not pregnant, I just had my period. Would you mind if I was?", she asked. "Hell no, I love you Kitty and I'd love any child we had. I know you'd be a great mother, the kids already love you", he said, the intensity in his voice turning his eyes almost black. |
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| Taimi | November 30, 2008, 5:43 pm Post #941 |
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what a sweet chapter, Vanessa |
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| lolo | November 30, 2008, 7:05 pm Post #942 |
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ahw sweet update.. But does Dave really wants to become a catholic? I think it's a pretty big step |
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| maisy blue | November 30, 2008, 8:16 pm Post #943 |
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Yeah, I hope Dave doesn't convert after going to just one service! However, depending on how religious Kitty is, he may have to convert if he wants to marry her. My dad had to convert to marry my mom, but after their marriage, he went right back.
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| Verity | November 30, 2008, 9:50 pm Post #944 |
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I'm surprised that Dave wants to convert too. I'm also surprised that Kitty is so religious, mostly because in the beginning of this story she was having a threesome and having pre marital sex. But sometimes the most churchy gals can be the wildest.
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| Lucifer's Angel | December 3, 2008, 11:39 am Post #945 |
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I got time for one more update, ladies Chapter 247 "Everyone, let's get on the bus. We got a long drive ahead of us to Kiev", said Matt. "Let's hope we really don't get stopped every fifty miles. Then it'll take forever to get there", said James, shaking his head. "I took some cash out of the account and exchanged for Ukrainian money. I hope it works", said Matt. "They're called hryvnias, just hand them over. I remember that from touring with Metallica", said Catriona. After everything was loaded, the bus left the hotel. It was a pleasant fall day with the sun high in the sky and only a few clouds up ahead. Only fifteen minutes later, they reached the Warsaw suburbs, miles of ugly gray concrete boxes on a plain. "Yeah, it's ugly. For some reason, suburbs in Europe are ugly. Kitty, is there anything to see from here to Kiev?", asked Dave. "No, it's flat and boring until we reach the Carpathian Mountains near the border. We'll just chill", she replied. The hours passed by as the bus made it's way across eastern Poland. Like she said, it was flat and dull, farms and fields with occasional prefab concrete houses built by the government after the war. Near the border with Ukraine, the Carpathian Mountains rose from the plains. They were rather low, covered with trees whose leaves were turning orange and gold. Tidy little farms sat in the valleys between the mountains, the farmers harvesting crops. However, unlike American farmers, the farmers here had no tractors or modern farming tools. Peasants manually harvested crops while several men led a squealing, recalcitrant pig to the barn to be slaughtered. "Those look like farms a hundred years ago, my grandma grew up on one like that", said Shawn. "My grandpa too", said Chris. The border crossing was almost empty on their side but crowded going the other way. Most of the vehicles were buses filled with young people and several trucks with the backs covered in canvas tarps. "I hope no one on the buses gets hurt", she whispered. Dave gave her a funny look but before he could reply, the door opened and a police officer stepped in. He was a rat-like little man in an olive green uniform that didn't fit right, his eyes darting around the bus. He held out his hand in an all-too-familiar gesture, as the others rolled their eyes. Matt gave him some money as the man counted it and stuffed it in his pocket and left the bus. "Wow, you were right, Kitty. Let's just hope this doesn't happen too much", said Chris. |
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And Ashley, I don't want to brag, but I'm as fluent in Spanish as Kitty is in Polish
My brother in law is fluent in Spanish. He lived in Boliva for 2 years in the Peace Corps. I wish that I was fluent in Spanish I have a Mexican friend named Lupita. She can't speak or understand English very well, and I can't speak or understand Spanish so our conversations consist of saying just "hola" and "bien" I'd love to be able to really talk to her. That would rock.

However, depending on how religious Kitty is, he may have to convert if he wants to marry her. My dad had to convert to marry my mom, but after their marriage, he went right back.

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