Svetlana_Popova

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Thanks for your honest opinion. I wasn't writing that to cater to any specific genre. I write cliche material like that when I'm feeling depressed and overwhelmed by my emotions. It is great therapy...

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Awww...why is it that when I stage a comeback, everyone involved in my RP group disapears?

Take care hun, and know that we will always be here waiting for you...

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She unlocks the door to her room, and as the door slowly opens she sees the same threadbare sheets and ugly, dirty carpet as before. With a bemused smile, she walks into the room and stands by the bed. She turns slowly to do a survey of the room and notices something very odd. A semi familiar looki...

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Minute by minute I'm slowly killing myself Suffocating in this so called life Another breath drawn in Another breath let out My heart slowly beating Bleeding for what I can't have Death just out of reach The bittersweetness of it all Praying for release Begging for forgiveness I'm slowly killing mys...

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The cab pulls up to the same old hotel that Svetlana stayed at five years ago. She pays the driver and with a toss of her long black hair, she walks into the hotel. With a quick glance she sees that the dusty, dingy place still has not changed. She walks up to the huge desk and the same little old ...

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Still wearing a smile, she walks out of the store an hour later equiped with a new phone and a laptop. She flips open the phone and dials a number while waving down a cab... Novello Industries, how may I direct your call? With her thick Russian accent she replies, Rachel Hunter. One minute please a...

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Svetlana stepped out onto the cold streets of Moscow. A small smile lighting up her face as she basked in her freedom. Her arms outstretched and her hair whipping in the strong breeze, she inhales deeply and slowly exhales. She begins to spin in circles, peels of laughter passing through her lips. ...

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The fruit of my endeavor
Ever growing as I tend it
Farming it's emotions into what I want
Feeding off it like a starved animal
The beast grows within

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Dancing in the shadows
Sounds of a hidden meaning resound back
Out of the shadow it falls
Blinded by light
It scurries back into the shadow
Failure
Reboot
Failure
Reboot
Failure
fdisk
failure
shut down

((is that the kind of thing you were looking for?))

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The General gets up from his chair and begins to pace across the concrete floor. His boots making resounding thumping sounds. Alessandra flinches at the sound, but watches him closely. She notices how he walks on his toes, portraying someone who is well balanced and will jump into action at any mom...

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I hate to sound like a complainer and all, but I really prefered the seperation of nations and colonies comparied to the current format. It made it easier to read...at least for me anyway.

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Congrats everybody!

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Roleplayers: Most Improved Roleplayer ?? Most Dedicated Roleplayer - Future Most Talented Roleplayer - Seraphina, Gabe Most Creative Roleplayer - Sin, Future Most Helpful Roleplayer ?? Coolest Roleplayer ?? Angriest Roleplayer ?? RPGs: Best Overall RPG - After Colony Longest RPG - After Colony Short...

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She stares up at the Comrade General, her eyes dark with fear and pain. "I am not sure I understand the question." The General snorts and glowers down at her, his brown eyes turning nearly black with his sudden anger towards her. "Stupid girl. I know you have been living with Kazimir...

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ooc: Sorry I have been on such a long extended vacation all. Just a lot of stuff going on here. Anyway, keep your eyes peeled, as I will be continuing Svet's story here soon, and maybe, just maybe, the mystery behind this woman will all be revealed. *giggles* or not...hehe

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Svetlana walks the streets of Moscow, her eyes wandering over the shops and bars. She wanders over to the Red Square and walks around taking in the sights and smells. Frowning slightly, she walks over to a bench and sits down with a heavy thump. God this place brings back way to many memories. She ...

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Svetlana walks into the room she has rented and frowns slightly at the shabby condition of the place. The thread bare sheets and the worn carpet that was once probably white glares out at her the most. With a resigned sigh, she sets her bags on the bed. She looks over at the tiny bathroom and frown...

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Svetlana steps off the train and onto a dirty, well used platform. The fumes from the trains and of people permeate her nostrils with their stench. Her nostrils flaring in rejection, she scans the crowd for people who might recognize her. She hefts her laptop bag and suitcase over her shoulder and ...

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With a tendon snapping stretch, Svetlana sits up in her makeshift bed on the train. The sun barely glints over the cold, desolate fields of what was probably once some kind of grain. The familiar sense of sadness and repression press in around her as she watches the countryside glide by. It looks a...

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OOC: The continuation of this story line will be happening on the asia boards.

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