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 Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 3:40 pm
 TristⒶn Boyé "Anarchists are opposed to violence; everyone knows that. The main plank of anarchism is the removal of violence from human relations. It is life based on freedom of the individual, without the intervention of the gendarme. For this reason we are the enemies of capitalism which depends on the protection of the gendarme to oblige workers to allow themselves to be exploited-- or even to remain idle and go hungry when it is not in the interest of the bosses to exploit them. We are therefore enemies of the State which is the coercive violent organization of society." --Errico Malatesta Tristan returned to the Kitchen and began to brew the coffee. His mind went to other things a Manifesto or a speech. He didn't really know yet, but he began to speak, enough for Romane to hear him from most of the house. "If one's government were to tell one to think would one simply think because they were told? No, the government does not want you to think, long has it been since the days when work was honest, when men and women greeted each other kindly in the night. Now those whom stand in their figure heads tell us what to think, but we must as citizens question our government. We must as people think critically think, but remember my friends, that is what they want the least, for if you think you fail to be controllable. So tell me my compatriots, shall you speak with me, about life, love and loss or shall you shut out your voice, your god given speech because you are told to? Because it is safe?" He stopped more a moment to add the water and place the cup into the machine before he continued on to a softer more poetic speaking. "A man once told me, to be free. Though I had not known. Another man told me to follow her, but the path he had not shown. So I look through the darkness and ask Where am I? Have I become lost or can I fly? The sun did show though, and my hardness had subsided for through the power of love for my fellow man I was shown the way.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 11:52 pm
She shook her head – no, she wasn't going to comment on that now. Ignore it. Focus on her work. Such as that television! Suspiciously large – ah, no, she had one like that too.. She checked behind, near it, under it, and found not pornographic or mysteriously unlabeled tape or DVD around it. So, he was possibly not connected to the ring Vladimir and the coffee shop owner had been a part of.. There were several other things he could be connected to, of course.. More alarming of things. She paused at the stairs in consideration before deciding to go to the kitchen, the smell of coffee attracting her like flies to honey. “I do not suppose you believe any of that.” She stated at her entrance, a comment on his speech to break whatever solace he had alone. Her flashlight was secured on her belt, leaving her hands free again, aside from the one that rested securely on her pistol's hilt. Simply a comfort due to paranoia, of course, no threat intended.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 3:20 pm
TristⒶn Boyé "Anarchists are opposed to violence; everyone knows that. The main plank of anarchism is the removal of violence from human relations. It is life based on freedom of the individual, without the intervention of the gendarme. For this reason we are the enemies of capitalism which depends on the protection of the gendarme to oblige workers to allow themselves to be exploited-- or even to remain idle and go hungry when it is not in the interest of the bosses to exploit them. We are therefore enemies of the State which is the coercive violent organization of society." --Errico Malatesta Tristan finished the coffee and poured a serving into a White coffee cup that had in Hebrew "Those with power over all lack power over themselves, those with Power for themselves are truly saved." It had a small pink heart on the side with a golden star of David inside of the heart. "I assume you have not found the dog, and yes, I do believe that. I've been an Anarchist since I was a small boy, about nearly twenty years now, I had chosen to study online though, and the things I read pushed me even farther away from such inappropriate mannerisms such as Authority." His voice was humble as he held out the cup with a smile on his face, the tattoo had obviously been touched up several times through the years and seemed as though it must of been on his skin since his teenage years. His blue eyes gave a warming and kind feeling but he really was uncomfortable because after all Romane had come into his house and was obviously going where she shouldn't go, it was obvious because he knew how cops acted, if they wanted to look for an animal they would of walked with Tristan, denied the coffee, and looked. Oh well. he couldn't always made friends but he had preferred it if Romane would keep her hand off her gun, making him feel rather cornered.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 4:24 am
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 3:23 pm
TristⒶn Boyé "Anarchists are opposed to violence; everyone knows that. The main plank of anarchism is the removal of violence from human relations. It is life based on freedom of the individual, without the intervention of the gendarme. For this reason we are the enemies of capitalism which depends on the protection of the gendarme to oblige workers to allow themselves to be exploited-- or even to remain idle and go hungry when it is not in the interest of the bosses to exploit them. We are therefore enemies of the State which is the coercive violent organization of society." --Errico Malatesta "Ma'am, I must assure you, that I respect you for being one whom attempts to assist others protect themselves, but I believe it is inappropriate to harbor authority over another. You have not shown me the same respect you ask of me, I am one of the many people whom prefer to be told the truth and enjoy conversations that do not include steadied hands over the hilt of a pistol." Voice calm, respectful and full of A French accent. His blue eyes a calming tone looked Romane in the eyes with a soft and laid back demeanor. He had not the slightest hint of anger, or misrepresentation. Only the dark red A on his chest stood out, he was so... so peaceful so serene nothing he did or said gave off a sense of hostility. How could years of violence cause a man to become so humble?
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 4:28 pm
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 9:25 pm
 ______________Mae walked up to the front door of Micah's house. On the way up the sidewalk she took note at the architecture of the building. It was quite interesting for a place like Nirvani. The rest of the houses were more homey and country like whereas his was futuristic. She liked the style. Mae turned her back and rested it against the door to look at Micah approaching.
"First time being at your house. . Have there been any other girls here before?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 9:30 pm
Micah Boyé "Just that psycho b***h that tried to have me arrested, I think all my stuff is still where it should be, you can go on in, my room is actually underneath the first floor so we'll go down the stairs to the right." Yeah, it was unorthodox to have ones bedroom in a basement type section of a house but it was built and designed that way, Micah had liked it, it made it so he had all the privacy he wanted seeing as his dad slept upstairs and worked in the attic. His father... Micah missed him and wondered when he'd be coming back to Nirvani, last time he saw him it was at the port, his father had to stay back to do his speeches and told Micah it may be months till he's back. Micah didn't know it would be years.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:54 pm
______________Her eyes brows raised when he said that some female had tried to get him arrested. She wondered briefly what the hell this guy could've done to provoke that.
"Oh. . okay?"
She gave a short laugh and turned her back towards him to open the door of the house since he had so kindly invited her in. A twist of the handle and a shove, and she got nowhere. Mae dropped her head for a second and the looked back at Micah again.
"Funny. . Micah, I don't believe I have the keys to your house." She moved off to the side. "So why don't you do the honors?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 9:07 pm
Micah Boyé Micah laughed softly to himself as he knelt down in front of the door pulling out a lock pick set, putting the rods into the lock and with small clicks unlocked the door. He opened up the door and turned on the light, if it hadn't been for his father's steady stream of money coming to the house it would of been a very dark abode. The soft Eco-Friendly lights lit up the entire open first room. It's open modern style kept it looking brand new even though two years of Dust had begun to settle. Micah would clean it up in the morning, only thing he needed to do was dust the damn house. Good thing there was nothing left in the fridge. "Welcome to my dusty, humble yet abandoned abode."
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