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Post by Crowley on Nov 24, 2009 17:22:30 GMT -5
Crowley sighed. "So why are we here, again?"
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Post by Magda on Nov 24, 2009 17:28:29 GMT -5
"I'm going to try to get is attention," Magda said happily. "E's supposed to be wery charitable toward sese kinds of causes."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 24, 2009 17:30:13 GMT -5
"Just don't get your hopes up," he said gently. "If I don't support it, it probably won't move a human CEO too much."
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Post by Magda on Nov 24, 2009 17:40:05 GMT -5
"Vell, you're contrary," Magda said hotly.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 24, 2009 17:41:26 GMT -5
"Just saying you should be cautious."
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Post by Magda on Nov 24, 2009 17:45:50 GMT -5
"Vell, worst comes to worst he'll say no, right?"
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Post by Crowley on Nov 24, 2009 17:47:00 GMT -5
"Yeah. I suppose." He looked around at all the men and women in suits. "Seriously, why is this thing here?"
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Post by Magda on Nov 24, 2009 17:48:43 GMT -5
"S'a neutral zone," Magda said, glancing around herself. "It's still se least integrated part of Uuurope."
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Post by Crowley on Nov 24, 2009 17:51:05 GMT -5
"Ah. Still, Switzerland would've been so much easier. I mean, we're in the middle of nowhere."
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Post by Magda on Nov 24, 2009 17:51:45 GMT -5
"Sis nowhere is my home," she reminded him.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 24, 2009 17:56:38 GMT -5
"Yes. It's rather distant from any bustling metropoli, isn't it?"
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Post by Magda on Nov 25, 2009 17:55:17 GMT -5
"Brasov is the biggest city in se region- oh my gosh, here he comes!"
From some distance away, it was possible to see Veidt walking through the crowd.
Magda promptly flung her purse at Crowley and started jumping up and down, waving her arms.
"Meester Vi-eet! Over here! Hallo! Meester Vi-eet! Hey-oh!"
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Post by Crowley on Nov 25, 2009 18:00:13 GMT -5
Crowley managed to throw Magda's purse back over her arm and make his way toward the bar, where he ordered a drink and pretended to be invisible.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 25, 2009 18:04:53 GMT -5
At the sound of his name, Adrian turned and saw, through the crowd, that there was a violently redheaded woman in a corseted dress intended for someone two dress sizes smaller across the room.
She was waving. And jumping.
Adrian smiled politely, if a little bemusedly, and went on his way, offering a little wave along the way.
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Post by Magda on Nov 25, 2009 18:11:09 GMT -5
"Please, if ve could just talk for a moment about-"
When it became plain that he wasn't coming over, Magda slowly lowered herself from her tiptoes and stood there for a moment.
"Vell, fine. Be that way."
She pulled up her skirt so her heavy boots wouldn't tread on its delicate hem and stormed toward the bar.
"Unii oameni în mod clar nu au nici o favoare sa vorbesc cu greu suporteri de lucru al valoroase cauze sociale ... "
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