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message 1: by Maj, "Chewing-on-the-table"-kind of special (last edited Aug 17, 2014 10:03AM) (new)

Aug 12, 2014 03:03AM

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It took only three minutes to log out of Mr Collins’ bank account, find my mom, tell her where we’re going, and convince Masha drive me there. And then another twenty-two to actually get to Bird’s place… We both live in a suburb, but while I live in your average two-kids-and-a-dog type of suburb, Bird lives in the one where people showed off that they were wealthy. Yes, Bird lived in a 6000 square feet show-off, which housed 6 bathrooms, 4 bedrooms, offices for Mr and Mrs Collins, 2 pools, a home theatre, a gym, a guesthouse, and rooms in the basement for staff. His family also owns a Cezanne (fake), a Modigliani (real, but I think not for long because I’ve seen it in Julia’s vault), 3 Warhol’s (all real. Warhol is not very sellable on the market these days.), a Monet (Faked by Julia, the real one is somewhere in Austria, I think), 2 Klimt’s and a Da Vinci (Real, real, and fake. Though I think they know their ‘Last Supper’ is a fake…). And still the place didn’t make me feel very at home. As we pull up on the driveway the front door opens.
“Privet.” Masha says as she steps out of the car. “My ishchem Frederique.”
“Ukrainian?” I mutter at her as I stand next to her.
“Russian.” She replies in the same low voice.
“Why Russian?”
“Goon-factor. And I miss talking Russian.” Masha shrugs.
“Speaking. You miss speaking Russian.” I correct her.
“Whatever.” Masha looks up at the butler. “My ishchem Frederique Collins.” She says again.
“Master Frederique? Who can I say is calling for him?” the butler asks.
“Gwen.” I say.
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We’re lead to a small sitting room off the main hall. I take a seat, and Masha stands near the door.
“More goon-factor?” I ask her. She just shrugs at me. After a while the butler returns, and we’re lead into another sitting room in the second floor west wing. This one is about thrice the size of the previous one, and I can see Bird’s influence in the decorations. While the previous room was colourful and bright, this one is less bright, and painted black and blue.
“Gwen?” The panic and surprise in Bird’s voice startles me. “You’re really here! I thought Leopold was joking.”
“I needed to talk to you.” I say, smiling awkwardly.
“And the girl?” Bird asks pointing at Masha.
“Podderzhka.” Masha says.
“Po-what?”
“Support. Back-up” I translate. I might not be the linguistic specialist, but there are some words that I do know.
“Back-up?” Bird asks. “I don’t understand. Gwen, what’s going on? You ignore me for nearly a month, and then you just sh-”
“Where’s your computer?” Masha interrupts him.
“My- what?”
“Com-pu-ter.” Masha says slowly. “Ordinateur? Dator? Ypologistí? Equipo?”
“I think he gets it.” I say quickly before Masha leaves the European languages and starts in the Asian ones.
“Why do you need my computer?” Bird asks cautiously.
Very good question… Why do I need his computer? I need his dad’s…
“I just need a computer.” I say, not explaining anything.
“You came all this way for a computer? I find that hard to believe, Gwen.”
“Why did you do it, Bird?” I ask annoyed.
“Do what?!” Bird yells. “Gwen, will you stop speaking in riddles for a chance?”
“Fine. Why did you hack Wortham,” I yell back. “And then let them blame to me?!”

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message 2: by Kamiko (new)

Aug 12, 2014 01:19PM