Trapped at work march 18 - 8am

[WebbwerX]

So I am trapped at work again. Thought i would see who was trolling.

[dislocatedlogic]

Geez, Travis, does this happen a lot?

[WebbwerX]

yes, I am sooo bored and tired because I party on friday nights.

[dislocatedlogic]

That fucking sucks. I'm about to go to work and be bored and tired, too.
But at least you'll have people to talk to.
All I get is morons.

[WebbwerX]

um the people I talk to are morons who spent $800 on a cell phone to get on the internet....

[WebbwerX]

I am so not wanting to be here.

[dislocatedlogic]

Yeah, I only get morons who want us to stick needles in them.
Then complain how much we charge.
Then complain that it's red.
And that it's infected.
Cause they're morons who don't know how to wash themselves.

Man, now I don't want to go to work. :p

[BettieRage]

You know what I hate? Working an 11 hour shift with no breaks the day after St. Patricks day, when I've had around 2 hours of sleep and I'm still drunk.

Fuck.

[WebbwerX]

I do that every saturday, try working 11 hours then sleeping for 3 hours, then working 11 hours, then throwing robogirls (with 16 police, 6 liquor control board members, 2 firemarshals, 2 city tax admission officers and 4 plain clothed sherrifs) then driving to vancover... I wanted to die.

[BettieRage]

You got me beat.

But one of my good friends turned 21 last week and one of my good friends turned 21 this week, so I've been drunk for 2 weeks straight.

This shit is killing me...and so is my head. I hate it when the drunk wears off and I'm just hung over.

9 hours and 10 minutes to go!

[WebbwerX]

I came in drunk two weeks ago and passed out on a phoen call... that was the suck

[BettieRage]

You actually passed out when you were ON THE PHONE?!? Wow, that beats any of my drunken work stories.

[~Bliss~]

well I'm late to work and Im leaving out the door right now :D But I dunno about you two but I'm hung over as fuck and I have to do very hard physical labor :eek:

[BettieRage]

When I'm hung over, I would MUCH rather go do reconstruction with my friend Chris than go to my actual job...where I have to sit here and TRY not to fall asleep. At least when I'm working with Chris my mind is on something else and not just how hung over I am. A buh.

[WebbwerX]

i have been on hold was 45 minutes

[BettieRage]

What do you do at work that you would be on hold for 45 minutes?

[WebbwerX]

I do third tier support for verizon wireless.

[BettieRage]

That sounds...not fun.

How late do you have to work today? I bet you get the luxury of a lunch break.

[WebbwerX]

6am to 6pm in a "detention cubical" with people screaming at me because the customer service person messed them over and the 2 techs before me really screwed it up worse with their "trouble shooting" followed by then attempting to get me fired because I can not fullfill a false promise made by the panic'd Custoemr service supervisor who transferred them to me in the first place....

[BettieRage]

Reason 3455678 why I will never work for a cell phone company.

I read the link in your signature. No open cigarette packs? What kind of bullshit is that? Seriously. I had my chapstick taken away from me once and I was livid...but my cigarettes? I would kill someone.

[WebbwerX]

its per request of police.
not real fun
and as of last week they invented several new laws, that I am reviewing. I think the laws are specific to my events.

[angry_bob]

I'm trapped at work too... It fucking sucks. I feel like crap and I didn't even go party last night. :(

[BettieRage]

You didn't party on St. Paddy's Day? WTF is wrong with you, man? :D

If I ever got my smokes taken away, I'd probably just leave I'd be so pissed.

[WebbwerX]

ya, trying turning away 300 people because of new laws, then next weekend seeing those new laws lifted.


so pissed

[BettieRage]

Why did you have to turn people away? What kind of rules were those?

[WebbwerX]

stupid made up rules from the police

here i was bored at work http://www.webbwerx.com/kelly.html

[BettieRage]

Amusing ;)

Tell me a story, I'm bored.

[WebbwerX]

Chapter 1.
“Clicks”
The first brown gold and red leaves of autumn had made their way to the suburban road ways of Silver Cove. Christoph and his cousin Starr, made their way to school in the back of one of Christoph's fathers armored limos. Time again he had asked his father to allow him to drive himself to school or at least send him in a less conspicuous vehicle. However, Christoph's father always repeated the same short lecture, “you are my son, and I, as the arbitrator from the North American Union to the Morvian Royal family, I must make certain social sacrifices, and that means my son must also make similar sacrifices, especially in this time of war. “

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The words were easily recalled in Christoph's mind, he could hear the tone the sound of his tongue smacking the roof of his mouth just before he spoke those words, as if his father had just reached back into the vowels of his creativity and thought of the amazing line for the first time... again.
Christoph lowered his eyes. He had turned seventeen over the summer. He had celebrated his birthday with only his cousin in the privacy of his heavily guarded estate.
Christoph looked up at his cousin, she was barely sixteen, with large round curious dark blue eyes, and short thick dyed red hair. Her fair skin and soft features resonated a child like innocence. Yet, she had the aura of a rock star, the kinda of girl every one took a risk to say hi to. They were best friends now, spending most of their days together since his father had brought her back from Morvia as a refugee. Even her drab gray school uniform with its unflattering shoulder line mandarin collar and knee length skirt could not mute her radiance.
Of course they were related, and no one could hold their composure, style, and looks better then a true blooded Vikkers. Christoph, pulled a mirror out from his inside school uniform jacket. He checked his perfectly plucked eyebrows, leaning in for a moment to make sure he still had his piercing blue gaze worthy of David Bowie. His perfect flawless milky skin, his parted bleached hair, bangs pulled over his his forehead once again highlighting his eyes. He smiled lightly at himself, then drew in a deep breath as he prepared his character for the day. The limo rounded the bus loading zones in front of the high school, and Christoph prepared himself to be Christoph Vikkers for the day.
Church liked to smoke. He spent every morning inhaling a few cigarettes at the church parking lot just on across from the high school. He and his friends would stand just out of line of sight and put away a few before class. They would watch as students arrived and make comments about the arrivals for entertainment. Sometimes they said things about the way a student dressed, though it had to be real particular since everyone dressed the same, sometimes they would give some story about an event they might have shared or witnessed about a student. Alex, Church's friend since the third grade, did not smoke, but was the master of stories about stupid adventures with fellow students. Most of his stories were far fetched, however, they were almost always entertaining. Though sometimes stories were repeated, or the same complaints, complaints, teases, ranks, or what ever were repeated, you could always count on the same response day after day, year after year, when Christoph Vikkers Limo arrived and he made his grand entrance, “Fag.”
Church, Alex, Merggers, and Malfoy watched as Christoph exited and put on his heavy black wool over coat, then Church stumbled over his gaze and found himself staring dumb founded. A girl with red hair so deep, so strong in contrast it was animated and glowed even in the overcast. Her movements seemed to be in slow motion as she turned her head to over look her surroundings. Church and the others just gazed awe struck. Christoph reached back into the limo and took out a heavy wool coat like his own and assisted her in putting it on.
“Holy shit, look at that girl, bro.” said Malfoy in his usual wanna-be gangster style. For a white boy named after his mothers favorite character in a book from her childhood, Malfoy was the biggest poser, player, and hustler any of them has ever seen. Yet, he was Lincoln Highs only player. So some how he got away with the act, which he had slowly made up over the years based on television, movies, and interviews with all his idols.
“Dawg, that is the hottest thing to hit this campus since, spicy salmon surprise last year.” continued Malfoy.
Merggers chuckled, and lowered his head. Ronald Merggers, was in fact the poorest kid any of them knew. He was also the only black kid who wasn't a gangster thug, jock, or race happy import car freak. Ronald Merggers prided himself on being the smartest kid in all of Lincoln High, pulling away from his single parent project housing living stereo type. Ronald was a nerd, thick black frame glasses, heavy brown hooded jacket, and an old backpack that housed his custom built and modified tablet PC.
“Damn, Malfoy you say some fucked up shit.” replied Merggers.
“What? Whats fucked up about that shit, that Salmon Surprise was fucking hot, but good, and that bitch is hella hot.” continued Malfoy.
“Dude you compared her to salmon, dude.” interjected Alex.
“Ya, bro, bitch needs to be eaten up like salmon too, by yours truly.” and with those words Malfoy took a bow.
Church continued to ignore the three and their discussion about food, he was still lost in the new girls red hair. For a moment while she scanned her new surroundings she paused and looked straight into Church's direction, there eye's met, he could tell she was looking right into him. The distance was great, and he was half hidden behind a wall, there was no way she could have known he was staring at her. Then her attention was taken away by Christoph. Church continued to watch.
“God damn that was creepy.” said Alex who was standing next to Church the entire time watching the exchange.
The first day of a new year at any high school is very stressful, new students, returning students, new teachers, returning teachers, staff, parents, volunteers, all crowd the school. Returning students are quick to notice new students and judge them on first impressions. And young boys are the first to find the new crop of freshman girls, however, some how all the freshman girls were shadowed by one new sophomore. Star, was the name leaving the lips as most of the elite males of Lincoln High School gathered to judge and compare.

[WebbwerX]

All the boys had one thing on their mind, who could get her first. While Star was new, and a mystery she was the perfect prize but only to the first boy who could get her to be his steady. This worked because, as a new girl, that was not a freshman, she didn't come with the childish freshmen qualities that most boys were very aware of when they would go bouncing threw a new crop of freshman girls. As a sophomore she was mature, and because she was new she had no known baggage. As every school boy knows, new girls with no history have no history to worry about. Star was obviously perfect.
Once she became some boys girlfriend she would then get history some good some bad, however she would have history and therefore would no longer be brand new and perfect. So every boy in the school wanted to be the first to unwrap her.
“She is a bitch.” Said Alex at the lunch table as he ran a single French fry through a puddle of hot sauce on his tray.
“I can tell these things I tell you, and that girl, she is with Christoph, and they are probably related, which means she is a bitch. It will all become clear in a few days after one of us scores with her.” continued Alex.
“How do you know she's not Christoph's girlfriend?” asked Mergger?
“Cause Christoph is a fag, yo.” Interrupted Malfoy.
“Dude, that would still make her a 'fag hag' which means she is still a bitch.” said Alex
Church only listened a little as he noticed Christoph sitting at the end of his table surrounded by his usual group of “glam-boys” and Starr sitting several seats down from him quietly eating to herself a small salad, and a milk.
Church found himself watching the girl eat. Shes seemed oblivious to Christoph and his glam-boy friends loud flamboyant activities. She was peaceful, withdrawn and content to be withdrawn. Company would have only annoyed her and her perfect little kingdom. Church smiled, he understood, and thought back to his childhood at his grandfathers in Texas, where when he was small he would spend hours content to day dream under and apple tree with is toy cars.
Church faded into the memory only to be brought out of his dream by the appearance of three well dressed lettermen. Football players, who just couldn't hold their composure any more, they had obviously weighed the risk and were willing to be the first boys in school to make a play for the new girl.
Church watched closely, he couldn't hear but he knew he could watch closely and get the jest. Was she as strong willed as her actions seem to portray, or had her looks given more to her personalty then what was really there. Church's eye's wandered and he realized every boy on the cafeteria was listening, there heads lowered purposely avoiding eye contact, every one was curious, even Christoph's group had lowered there voice's, a truly rare occasion.

All the cafeteria watched as one of the lettermen greeted her, and she didn't look up. She just stopped eating and seem to wait for them to speak. After a moment the lead boy, with his classic all American looks, blond hair, lite tan over soft freckles and piercing brown eyes. Continued to talk. It was obvious he was trying to break the ice with a joke. The girl barely acknowledged he was there. He continued to speak, while his two friends looked at each other. He, moved in a little closer, leaning in on his shoulder on the table, putting himself face level to her side. For a moment it was obvious he was trying a more serious approach, more direct, probably trying to tell her how hot she was. Honesty was always a young mans best first weapon, followed by a barrage of lies, for both the girl and themselves.

[WebbwerX]

The girl smiled, her eye's looked up at him, she seemed to be listening taking in what was said to her. What ever line he was using was working like magic on her. For a moment he looked over at Christoph, he noticed the tiniest bit of concern forming in Christoph's brow. He quickly turned back to the exchange between the girl and the lettermen. Then the moment he could have never predicted happened, she spoke three short words, and smiled. The two lettermen behind her were astonished, they backed away as if she was a life threatening land mine. For a moment the lead jock stood there silence by her words, the air in the room changed. Church watched as tremble formed in his hands then with out warning pure rage exploded as his hand swiped her tray sending her salad across the room.
“FUCK YOU!!! YOU, YOU BITCH!!!” The words screamed with a lethal trembling tone. The kind of primal scream one yells when one is hurt and afraid, like a tiger in a corner and they need to lash out with a roar and kill. If the lettermen had a gun, he would have killed her. He left the room his nature hiding in his emotion. The cafeteria was left stun. The girl turned her body and watched the boys leave quickly, she seemed the most puzzled by the letterman's reaction. Then she turned slowly to see the kids in the room and realize that everyone was staring at her. For a moment she stared back, she blinked, her head lowered as if she was guilty of a crime and her self esteem seem to vanish all at once.
Church watched the girl as she got up and picked up her tray off the floor, gathered her large pieces of salad and made her way out, her steps echoing and fast paced. An uproar of voices filled the room.
“That was creepy.” said Alex who once again surprised Church by being right beside him observing the exchange. Church just looked at Alex, his eyes said everything.
“I will go ask around, see what happened” said Alex nervously, Church just nodded.
Alex came back a few moments later to Church.
“So what's up?” asked Church.
Color had left Alex's face, there was a small tremble in Alex's composure.
“Um, eh. ya...” Said Alex as he rubbed the back of his neck, his eye's adverted contact with Church's eye's.
“Just say it.” said Church.
“Well, ya well like, she is, like, eh, Mormon.” said Alex.
“What?!”
“Wait, no I mean she is Morvian. Shit.” said Alex hastily.
The two stood there for a moment looking at each other. Church's eye's turned to look at Christoph, who had continued to joke with his friends. The group of well dressed well styled, funny fake elitist accents had just continued to go on with their lunch room gossip. Church couldn't understand why Christoph wasn't affect by the incident.
“So what's the deal with him then?” asked Church.
“Dude, they are cousins, except Chris is actually part Morvian, like two generations back, and his father is like a diplomat for us. Anyways she has been in a refugee camp for the the last three years, one of those survivors they found in the forests. Christoph's father got her out of the camp about three months ago and she has been living with them.”
Church stared at Christoph for a long moment to make sure that Christoph could feel his gaze. Slowly, Christoph turned to Church from across the cafeteria, never missing a beat with the words flowing from his mouth to his friends, their eye's met. Church made sure his mark was left then turned his back to Christoph.
“Little fagot, doesn't even care.” Said Church to Alex as he walked away keeping his back to Christoph.

The first days of the new year past by with very little action or activity. Student's busy trying to find their place both in school and in their social circles. Friends find new friends and old alike. New groups form and old groups return. And soon in a matter of weeks the social architecture that will make up the majority of the year is created. All students find their place, all but one. Star Vickers, could find no group, her efforts, though weak by a social butterflies standard, were her best. However she was not alone either. The student body of Lincoln High school gave no rest to the Morvian refugee. Her days were spent being stared at by the corner of everyones eye's soft whispers greeted her every approach and silence her leave.
Church and friends never missed a chance to investigate her. However, in all their investigation they never took a moment to meet, greet, gesture, or even speak a word to her. Star was the most popular loner in the history of Lincoln High School.

[WebbwerX]

there.

[BettieRage]

Too...many...words....

*head explodes*

[WebbwerX]

you said tell you a story
that was just chapter one

[BettieRage]

So what did she say that made the jock freak out and call her a bitch?

[WebbwerX]

she said "hello, my name is Star."

but she is a refugee from a country we are at war with in the story.

[Nukegrrrl]

Originally posted by dislocatedlogic
Yeah, I only get morons who want us to stick needles in them.
Then complain how much we charge.
Then complain that it's red.
And that it's infected.
Cause they're morons who don't know how to wash themselves.
Needles and morons in Oly?

Do you run a needle exchange at the bandstand in Sylvester Park or something?

[WebbwerX]

i need needles!

[BettieRage]

Originally posted by WebbwerX
she said "hello, my name is Star."

but she is a refugee from a country we are at war with in the story. Huh.

So where is this story coming from?

[angry_bob]

2:49 and still bored at work.

Yeah, I don't go out on work nights, it tends to get noticed at my job when I come in the next day.. :(

[BettieRage]

"Corinna...you look more haggard every day." -One of my coworkers, on the 4th day of going out for a week straight

Yeah...they notice with me too.

Today, I'm wearing the same pants I wore yesterday, my shirt is inside out, and I couldn't find my deoderant so I grabbed Steven's and now I smell like a boy. Instead of brushing my hair I just pulled it back. I woke up at 7:52 and clocked in at 8:01.

I've had a super bad cold though, so everyone just thinks that's why I look terrible :)

[WebbwerX]

"... you know you smell funny right travis?"

anyways its from the novel I writing na dhave been wiriting for ever.

[BettieRage]

Really? Post more.

[WebbwerX]

Chapter 2.
“High School Military”
Soon began the time of year that students look most forward too, the Holiday Season. October, a month of red, oranges, grays, rain, clouds and rust. Silver Cove teenagers could always enjoy a classic American holiday season. The city citizens took pride in the elegant decor of the Halloween Holiday and the Harvest Pumpkins sat on every porch, and every other yard had a Jack Scarecrow, complete with a cornucopia of plastic dried vegetables and stray at his feet.
And though this was the love and passion of the adults and children of the city of Silver Cove, it was the bane of Church and his friends existence. And no one hated holidays more then Alex.
Alex lived with his mother and had no other siblings, alone the two celebrated no holiday's not even birthdays. His mother felt it would only fill his heart with false hopes and a false grasp of reality. It was the best way after all, Alex knew before any child that there was no Santa Claus, no Easter Bunny, that loves was only an excuse to find companionship, and ward off the feelings one feels when they are alone.
Halloween was just the same as the others holiday, However at least there was some feeling of creativeness to this Holiday and less emphasis on love and family. Besides secretly Alex, loved the Jack-o-Lanterns and he always wanted to be a Ninja for Halloween.

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Every year in October Alex would begin to plan his Ninja costume, one so realistic that he would surprise all his friends with the detail and effort put into his fist Halloween costume.
Alex found himself staring off into space in the middle of the Cafeteria during lunch break, actually not into space but rather right at Star. And Star starring right back at him holding a small sandwich just below her mouth with a perplexed expression. Alex blinked realizing he had made her uncomfortable, then she blinked and turned to face the other direction and continued to eat her sandwich.
“Nice move.” said Church who was sitting beside Alex.
“Huh, what, no that's not it...” Alex defended quickly.
“I was just spacing off I didn't even realize she was over there, man.” continued to defend Alex.
“Sure, sure. I gotcha.” winked Church as he took his tray and withdrew from his seat on the bench.
“No, seriously man, I don't think she's that hot, like Malfoy” He hurried his defense, and made a decision to tell Church the truth.
“I wasn't thinking about her I was thinking about Ninjas”
Church stopped just in front of the trash can and held his tray over the trash, however the act of scraping the tray was paused by Alex's words.
“You were thinking of Ninjas?” asked a curious Church.
“Ya, since I was a kid I have had this thing for Ninjas” Alex smiled as he admitted his secret passion for the first time.
Church, looked at his tray over the trash can for a moment then used his plastic fork to scrape the food loose in to the heap of leftover salmon loaf.
“The more I learn about you, the more weird you get.” and with those words Church walked in the direction of their home room.
Alex stood there for several moments contemplating to himself whether it was a good idea to tell Church about his fascination Ninjas.
Alex knew he was a little weird, but it was only because, unlike his friends, Alex had very little hope for the future. Alex didn't have the brains of Merggers, the family backing of Malfoy, the money of Church. His mother always the realist entered him in the J.R.O.T.C program at Lincoln High.
Rotcee, as it has been nicknamed for generations, was Alex's one hope for a future, a chance for college, and chance to do something with his life after he served a short tour of duty. Alex's friends never understood, but the truth was he was proud of his accomplishments in rotcee. He had some rank, knowledge of guns, and had always been a leader in athletic competitions. Though he would never be good enough to play at varsity level sports, he was more the able to lead the rotcee teams.
Each day he would leave home room during physical education and meet with a hodge podge of riff raft the made up the R.O.T.C.

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Program. For one hour the group would chatter talk about about, drinking, smoking and fighting. After all the rotcee kids were truly the worse loser in all of Lincoln High School, for most of them rotcee, wasn't a choice but something the principal had recommended to their parents to help teach their children discipline. Unfortunately, like any prison, all they had done is help few hoodlums her were bad on their own, become educated in each others ways and become even worse as a platoon of hoods.
Contrary to popular belief, bad kids are not always dumb, usually misunderstood, and though the group may had been made up of some of the mot malformed ignorant looking teens, filled with pimples bad hair, craters, and funny shaped noses, eye's or mouths to ever walk the earth. The were combined once a month into one of the most elite synchronized rifle team the east coast had ever scene.
Unfortunately, for Alex, he was not part of this renowned team. He had practiced with his rifle for many hours, spent days, flipping and twirling his .22 caliber rifle, however, that was not the issue, Alex had no rhythm. As many of the rotcee kids joked, he was born with out beat and two left feet.
Each day during the rotcee class Alex would participate in the social activities of his militant friends. Gossip, teases, and play were all fair fun and helped make the day go by a little better. Yet, each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, Alex feared after school drill. Drill was the worse part of Alex's life. While others on the team would march in formation, a perfect display of chirography, Alex, would repeat the steps off to the side of the field alone, and out of tempo. Failing attempt after attempt to find the rhythm.
Today, three days before Halloween, all the talk was on the rotcee Halloween dance. The kids in the class were so excited that the only words leaving their mouths were, “dance”, “prepare” and “oh my god...” The talk had been spinning in circles for days, from subjects “who everyone was going to bring“ to “what they would wear” and around again like a program loop. The theme, of course, was a masquerade ball. And each of the kids had began to make paper machete masks, some with long beaks, some with wicked eye's. Alex's mask was very special, it was narrow and sharp with small triangular evil eye's that formed around a narrow long bird like beak. He was very busy taking the time to air brush the details around the black masks eye's when he over heard the most unrelated words to the dance to come out of any rotcee's mouth in days.... “ninja.”
Alex's, hand slowly reached to the small valve to turn off the hobby kit air brush can of air.
“Ya, they think it might be some kind of Morvian spy's stealing the information, it was all over the news last night.” said Sunni.
“They stole a bunch of military files on vehicles, right out of the base.” continued Sunni.
“Wait, what were you just saying about ninja?” asked Alex.
Sunni turned, obviously unaware that Alex was listening she had to think for a moment about what he was asking. “Oh, the news said that the culprits were described as dressed in black, like ninja.”
Alex simply nodded.
“Most thieves dress like ninja, that's how you have to dress if your going to sneak into a top secret base like Ft. Jackson.” said Eric, whom Sunni had been talking to.
“Ya, I know but I thought it was kinda cool, I mean really Morvian espionage, here in Silver Cove, seriously.” said Sunni anxiously.
“That’s some serious action...”
Alex drifted into his imagination ignoring Sunni as she continued talking to Eric about the history of action in Silver Cove. Alex had been to Ft. Jackson on may occasions for R.O.T.C. purposes. Lost in a day dream of jumping fences and climbing gutters of Ft. Jackson, Alex was only returned to reality by the bell ending the physical education hour, and the stare of his perplex classmate, Roxanne, whom had once been thought of as the school’s day dreamer.
“Welcome back.” said Roxanne as Alex walked past.
A day of October dreams past and the next morning Alex made his way on the public transit back to school. Across from him sat a man in ordinary man clothing, on his lap sat and ordinary mans tablet, on the

[WebbwerX]

tablet was a not so ordinary news story. Two men stood in front of the Ft. Jackson base gates. The giant, solid vault like door that separated the re-enforced concrete wall was closed and sealed. Emergency amber lights flashed illuminating the orange cones in front of the gate, as soldiers in full military combat armor padding moved to check cars lined along the lane that lead in to the gate. It was the most secure Alex, had ever seen Ft. Jackson.
Alex's curiosity got the best of him and he found himself looming over the man and his tablet trying to make out what was being said in the gentlemen’s headphones. The man looked up at Alex with a stern look of disapproval. Alex grinned apologetically, then he withdrew from the man’s attention and back into his seat across the aisle.

[BettieRage]

So...was Alex the theiving Ninja? Is he going to befriend the theiving Ninja?

[WebbwerX]

he gets the crap kicked out of him by the ninja

[WebbwerX]

I am going homenow its dead here so I get to .

[BettieRage]

The least you could do was gimme the rest of the story so I have something to do for the next 2 1/2 hours.

[dislocatedlogic]

Originally posted by Nukegrrrl
Needles and morons in Oly?

Do you run a needle exchange at the bandstand in Sylvester Park or something?

I don't even know where Sylvester Park is...
I work at a piercing shop.

[Mayo Finch]

Church isn't laid yet? WTF?

Star needs to be "unrwrapped" or I'm really going to lose interest quick. I mean this is no less than zero.

Actually, it's developing characters right?

I'm a writer. I dig it so far.

[Nukegrrrl]

Originally posted by dislocatedlogic
I work at a piercing shop. awesome-O!

BTW Sylvester Park is the park in the middle of downtown by the Greyhound station.

[Mayo Finch]

uh...is that where the story has ended or something?

Common! I'm waiting. I keep expecting an update on the story. Are you just trying to disappoint me? Give me another chapter dammit!

“I wasn't thinking about her I was thinking about Ninjas” - funny

[sam-i-am262]

mayo... i'm getting the impression that he went home for the day & it looks like you're gonna have to wait until he gets back to work for the rest of the story....

which btw, is pretty interesting....

but don't worry hon, it's sunday night - you'll prolly get the next installment in a few short hours!! ....at least, i'm assuming so....

[Mayo Finch]

When the feds busted in the door, they swarmed the living room. I could hear the flash-bang grenades going off in the back of the house. I was expecting a hail of gunfire from Tacoma. Instead I heard but one pop.

This was the end. The whole world came crashing in.

When I graduated from college, I was just trying to find a shitty little job as a marketing guy. I came across Tacoma and Cascade at a anarchist book convention in San Francisco. Tacoma looked more like a model. Her features were soft and supple. Cascade was the coolest lesbian girl ever. She tried very hard to be more masculine and less fem.

I was checking out a flyer for a symposium on organic living. Cascade had walked up and tore the flyer out of my hand.

"You don't buy that crap do you?" she said.

"Why, you know something about this that I should know?" I asked.

"Look at where it's being held. It's at the Hyatt Regency. What kind of doushe would promote organic living at a place like that? It's a fucking PR scam by some fortune 500 company." she said.

I introduced myself to her and we hit it off pretty well. She said that her friend was going to be meeting her there in about an hour and that they were leading a discussion on community education at four o' clock. I told her I would make for sure.

I got a bunch of indie books, mostly on international trade and a couple on foreign policy. My preppy appearance wasn't that out of place. I guess it kind of goes to show how toned down the extreme's are. Years of dressing like wild men in black Carharts and wool insulated jackets with studs randomly placed is being phased out. Being replaced with button down collars and bad hair cuts.

I made it to the community education discussion. It seems that Cascade and Tacoma had been running around the country for the past four years setting up community schools. Where people in the community offer up their skills to teach to anyone that's interested. They covered alot of their sucesses and examples.

"The most difficult part is establishing the social networking tools necessary to reach a broader audience. Community newsletters and weekly papers are barely cutting it. They tend to cater to the grassroots crowd but really not the activist scene's." Tacoma said.

The talk went on for some time. Then they ended the discussion. People got up, gathered their things and were leaving. The funny thing was is that there were people like me that were not leaving. Leaving our backpacks on the floor next to us, keeping our notebooks out.

Once the people that were done with the community education discussion left, there were about ten of us. Cascade and Tacoma began talking again.

"OK, thank you all for sticking around. We are going to be discussing solidarity cells." Tacoma began. "What is a solidarity cell?"

"When you have a group of people that all think the same way about things and are wanting to take more extreme action, the last thing you want to do is go in as an orginization. We learned along time ago that high profile organizations like the American Indian Movement and the Black Panther Party were suceptable to federal intrusion programs like COINTELPRO. Their failure was that the government could target the leaders, inserting moles to disrupt the orginization often by causing infighting and power struggles. They could blackmail people into turning against the other members or in some cases just bribe them."

"The idea behind a solidarity cell is that there are other people that think like you. Instead of making it easy for the feds to crush an organization by simply cutting off the head, a solidarity cell promotes non-organization."

"You have a group of trusted individuals that have the same beliefs and understandings that are willing to apply their efforts towards change. Your group of five people are the only ones that are going to go down if the feds open an investigation on you. That means that the other five, ten or sixty other solidarity cells are unscathed."

"It is important for you to keep your interworking to yourself. Just because some other group is doing things simular to your group, don't try to exchange ideas or plans or anything regarding your cells ambitions. Act independantly. There is no central over lord handing down acticvation plans, saying' go burn down this resort' or anything like that. It's simply you and your cell."

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Anyhow, there's the beginning of my story.

[BettieRage]

Oh man, I don't want to listen to your hippy billshit.

Come baaaaack WebbwerX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Mayo Finch]

That night, we went out for drinks. I found out they lived about twenty minutes from my place in Oregon. They lived out in the country on a farm. That night, we went out and had some drinks. The next day we drove back to Oregon together.

Back in Oregon, I got a job working for a lobbying group creating marketing plans for a industrial waste managment proposal. I spent my weekends hanging out with Cascade and Tacoma.

Tacoma was all about guns. She had rifles, shotguns and handguns and plenty of ammunition for them all. I was getting pretty good at firing them. I traded my little Honda in for a Toyota 4runner. We started exploring the mountains all around the willamette valley. By the end of the summer we could make it from Bend to the Coast and up to Portland without touching pavement more than a couple dozen times.

At the end of the summer, it was time for Tacoma and Cascade to run around the country again community education networks. They returned in December.

While they were gone, I had been following some developments with industries in the Northwest. Some developers had been buying large tracts of land and then suing counties for not allowing them to develop.

The state sided with the developers and groundbreaking on a number of projects were underway. I let Cascade and Tacoma know what was going on. The amount of frustration festered for weeks.

One morning I got a call from Cascade. "I think it's time to sacrifice our freedom." she said.

That night we destroyed heavy equipment at thre major development sites. The following night we did the same thing at another site. By the end of the week, we had made headlines in a number of local papers.

The following week, we were arriving at a site and we noticed the security truck parked above the site. I got out of the car a couple hundred yards away. Hunkered down I made my way to the security truck. Sliding along side the security truck, I pulled the epoxy cement from my pocket and mixed up a fist sized amount and attached it to the doors and the body of the security truck along with a little on the window frame. I did the same thing on the other side. I laid there on the side of the truck for about a half hour while the epoxy set. Once I felt the epoxy was set, I reached into my bag and pulled out the spray paint. I extended my arm up and began to spray on the window. The paint quickly obscurred the security guards view. I then popped the antena off the roof of the truck.

I could hear the banging of the security guard trying to open the door and the failed attempts at rolling down the window.

Cascade and Tacoma had been taking care of the equipment that was on site. By the time the security guard figured out his only way out was to smash the window, we were gone.

The next week we came up with a better plan to deal with the security guards. We set out large metal plates connected to a high voltage power source. When the security truck would drive over the plates, it would short circut all of the trucks electronics.

Our actions inspired a couple of other cells to activate. The total cost of our destruction was comming close to three million dollars. The other groups were going after other developers. One cell went after a strip mall. They ran primer cord along the front of all of the stores and blasted the line. The structual damage resulted in the standing building to be rendered uninhabitable.

We stopped our campaign. It took mearly a few months before the entire region was going mad with sabatoge. People were getting arrested. Then innocent people were getting popped. Some cells started targeting the authorities that went after the cells. Chaos was reigning in.

[Mayo Finch]

The federal agents were making busts left and right. Something strange was happening. They called it a rash of terror attacks. They tried to villify every major liberal group in the nation. All of them empty threats.

When the national guard was brought in to protect development sites and logging stands, people became upset. They closed large portions of the national forest. The rash of dissent in the northwest was growing. This began to have a negative effect on the national economy. The dollar was slipping and foreign markets began to sell off their dollars in exchange for Euro's.

Then on Saturday June third, everything changed.

A team of snipers began assassinating federal officers at a staging area. A state of emergency in the region was declaired. Martial law was enacted. Curfews were in place. Roadblocks thrown up on all major routes.

The military was trying to fight the rebels usig conventional means. We were seeing pictures of military forces battling US citizens in the mountains. What transpired next was unthinkable.

There was a national move to over throw the federal system. The power structure was beginning to crack. Pockets of rebellions started first in Michigan, then in West Virgina, Vermont, New Mexico, Idaho, Northern California and even a few in the midwest.

Cascade, Tacoma and I had been supporting the fighters in the woods, taking them ammunition, medicines and food. On our way through a check point, we were stopped. We told them that we were visiting family and friends. They took our information and let us go.

As we were pulling away a military vehicle...

[Mayo Finch]

You guy's do realize that I'm making this all up as I go along, right?

[WebbwerX]

I liked it mayo, I will post some more this week if people want to keep reading it.

[StarPhox]

I think the only thing I disagree with is that 5 minute epoxy would be completely satisfactory!

Three cheers for ecoterrorism short stories!

Ever read Zodiac by Neal Stephenson?

[Mayo Finch]

Originally posted by StarPhox
I think the only thing I disagree with is that 5 minute epoxy would be completely satisfactory!

Three cheers for ecoterrorism short stories!

Ever read Zodiac by Neal Stephenson?

Nope. Whats it about and why should I read it?

As for the epoxy, I never actually used the stuff so I don't know how long it actually takes. I was just making stuff up off the top of my head.

And it's not terrorism, it's just another form of activism. The environment protection people are against the environment destruction people.