The Face in the Fog ~ chapter 5

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link to chapter 4: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/129696.html
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Illya made his way around in the darkness trying to get a sense of things.  The damp cell wasn’t much larger than a walk-in closet, finding nothing but a wooden crate in a corner.

He had no plans on staying and made his way to the door. Feeling around in his mouth; he dislodged the wire loc pic he kept hidden there on occasion and  moving his fingers carefully; he manipulated the wire until the lock went click.

The door was opened carefully to make his way along  the tunnel.

“Going somewhere?” She jabbed him suddenly with her stiletto.

The Face in the Fog ~ chapter 5

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link to chapter 4: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/129696.html
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Illya made his way around in the darkness trying to get a sense of things.  The damp cell wasn’t much larger than a walk-in closet, finding nothing but a wooden crate in a corner.

He had no plans on staying and made his way to the door. Feeling around in his mouth; he dislodged the wire loc pic he kept hidden there on occasion and  moving his fingers carefully; he manipulated the wire until the lock went click.

The door was opened carefully to make his way along  the tunnel.

“Going somewhere?” She jabbed him suddenly with her stiletto.

Happy Birthday, Mrua7!!

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"Electric Light Orchestra - Hold On Tight" (Watch on YouTube)

ENJOY IT!!  HAVE FUN!!  DANCE AND SING!!

Happy Birthday, Mrua7!!

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"Electric Light Orchestra - Hold On Tight" (Watch on YouTube)

ENJOY IT!!  HAVE FUN!!  DANCE AND SING!!

Happy Birthday Marian with an 'a'

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Happy Birthday to mrua7.... the other Marian.
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Illya Kuryakin was not a man given to idle shenanigans, nor was he usually prone to drunkenness.

Every person finally meets the day that challenges normal.  For the Russian, it was September 30.  The place was an Irish Pub tucked into a corner of New York City.

Illya had wandered in while chasing down the strains of fiddles and penny whistles.  He thought there might be a guitar as well, but it was the clear tones of the whistle that had intrigued him.  Upon entering the pub he saw who was playing the instrument, sat down at the bar and let his eyes follow the tapping feet and nimble fingers of the musicians as they entertained the crowd with Robin’s Bodhran.

At the end of the tune the band started up an impromptu rendition of Happy Birthday, and Illya watched as customers and the band congratulated the redheaded woman who had played the penny whistle.

Irish Whiskey went around… and around and around.  Illya Kuryakin was not easily inebriated, but tonight, in the spirit of birthday celebrations and Irish nationalism that appealed to his revolutionary soul, he found himself happily uninhibited among these merry folk.

As the band prepared to play their final tune of the evening, the redhead caught his eye once again.  She nodded and smiled, then winked at the sight of the slightly disheveled blond. 

Oh yes, she had watched him as well.  He stood up then, slightly unbalanced but caring not a whit.   He blew her a kiss as he shouted across the room…

“Eirigh cothrom sásta lá breithe!”

Illya passed out after that, but was cared for tenderly by the redheaded penny whistle player, who took him home and shared her big Irish heart...er, home. 

Happy Birthday Marian with an 'a'

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday to mrua7.... the other Marian.
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Illya Kuryakin was not a man given to idle shenanigans, nor was he usually prone to drunkenness.

Every person finally meets the day that challenges normal.  For the Russian, it was September 30.  The place was an Irish Pub tucked into a corner of New York City.

Illya had wandered in while chasing down the strains of fiddles and penny whistles.  He thought there might be a guitar as well, but it was the clear tones of the whistle that had intrigued him.  Upon entering the pub he saw who was playing the instrument, sat down at the bar and let his eyes follow the tapping feet and nimble fingers of the musicians as they entertained the crowd with Robin’s Bodhran.

At the end of the tune the band started up an impromptu rendition of Happy Birthday, and Illya watched as customers and the band congratulated the redheaded woman who had played the penny whistle.

Irish Whiskey went around… and around and around.  Illya Kuryakin was not easily inebriated, but tonight, in the spirit of birthday celebrations and Irish nationalism that appealed to his revolutionary soul, he found himself happily uninhibited among these merry folk.

As the band prepared to play their final tune of the evening, the redhead caught his eye once again.  She nodded and smiled, then winked at the sight of the slightly disheveled blond. 

Oh yes, she had watched him as well.  He stood up then, slightly unbalanced but caring not a whit.   He blew her a kiss as he shouted across the room…

“Eirigh cothrom sásta lá breithe!”

Illya passed out after that, but was cared for tenderly by the redheaded penny whistle player, who took him home and shared her big Irish heart...er, home. 

Reminder -- HODOWE: United Nations Day Challenge around the corner

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Hey folks,

Just wanted to remind everyone that the HODOWE: United Nations Day challenge is drawing close upon us. [chuckle]

To review the Guidelines for the challenge go here.

Posting for the stories will run from October 21st through October 27th.

Reminder -- HODOWE: United Nations Day Challenge around the corner

[carabele.livejournal.com]

Hey folks,

Just wanted to remind everyone that the HODOWE: United Nations Day challenge is drawing close upon us. [chuckle]

To review the Guidelines for the challenge go here.

Posting for the stories will run from October 21st through October 27th.