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Post by Kaieka on Nov 15, 2004 3:11:55 GMT -5
I sit down at a long table, away from the other Ministry workers, and poke at the pie on my plate, something berryish oozes out.
"So, um... Wanna go out somewhere? I hear that there are some fun clubs around."
Illidan's green jello wiggles and jiggles as he plops his tray down on the table.
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Post by Illidan on Nov 15, 2004 3:15:10 GMT -5
"I've never been to a club before. I feel a little shy, but if that is what you want to do, then I am always here to make you happy and tag along with your wonderful ideas." Illidan says chipperly. He eats his jello with zeal and pokes around at the peas.
"Should we go right now?"
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 15, 2004 3:19:56 GMT -5
"What time is it? Not much happens at clubs until later at night. I guess I sort of lost track of time tonight."
I try to guess by looking out the windows, but this is the Ministry of Terror, they don't have many windows.
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Post by Illidan on Nov 15, 2004 3:22:49 GMT -5
"I guess it is still early. It is lunch time, hence the jello and tator tots I am now eating. I guess we can just wait until later then. Wow! Should I wear something special? Gee, I don't even know how to dance. Will you show me?"
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 15, 2004 3:27:08 GMT -5
"Sure! but not here, I don't feel like dancing in the cafeteria. Let's go back to my room. Are you finished eating?"
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Post by Illidan on Nov 15, 2004 3:29:28 GMT -5
"No but I am so excited to learn how to dance, I lost my appetite! Let's go!"
Illidan teleports himself and Kaieka back to her room.
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Post by Trotsky on Nov 15, 2004 3:30:27 GMT -5
Trotsky awakes with Lady Violet resting upon his shoulder. He begins to think of how wrong this is and on so many levels.
Petty bourgeois morality questions, he thinks to himself...
As he watches her sleep, he thinks about all the places he's traveled, the women he's been with, the people he has helped kill in the name of revolution. It's almost as if this very act was placing all that he believed in on the line.
He begins to wonder if Lady Violet feels the similar mixture of confusion and anxiety.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 15, 2004 3:34:32 GMT -5
"Okay, first some music."
I turn on the radio.
"Err... what kind of dancing do you want to know how to do exactly? Club dancing, I'm guessing.
Well, first you need to just learn how to move your body. Just move your shoulders in a circular motion, and rotate your hips."
I show him per example.
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Post by Lady Violet on Nov 15, 2004 3:37:50 GMT -5
I wake up and look for my alarm clock. I don't see it on the night stand. I am confused for a moment until I see that I am not in my room.
Akk no! How did this happen?
I sit up, covering myself up with a blanket.
"What time is it?" I ask Trotsky. I feel very much in a panic. It is still dark outside so that relieves me.
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Post by Illidan on Nov 15, 2004 3:40:45 GMT -5
Illidan trys to move to the music. His movements are about as fluid as cardboard. He tries very hard but lacks coordination.
"Ah, I'll never get it." He says despairingly.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 15, 2004 3:43:21 GMT -5
He looks so sad. I stand behind him and place my hands on his hips. I start to move my hips, pressing him back against me so that his hips move with mine. It is rough going, since he is so stiff, but after awhile he loosens up and lets me control the movements.
"Fluid movements. There you go. See, this isn't hard at all."
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Post by Illidan on Nov 15, 2004 3:46:25 GMT -5
Illidan starts to catch on and smiles brightly.
"I think I have it Kaieka!!"
But dancing after eating hot dish has made his stomach upset.
"I need to sit down."
Illidan sits down on Kaieka's bed and holds his stomach.
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Post by Trotsky on Nov 15, 2004 3:47:17 GMT -5
Trotsky pats her on the head.
"Don't worry, you have good hour."
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 15, 2004 3:50:36 GMT -5
"Hey, don't puke on my bed, okay? Satin bedding isn't the easiest to come by now-a-days."
I realize that I am being harsh. I should care more about my new friend than I do about blankets. I take the bag out of the bathroom trash can and hand it to him.
"There you go. If you need to vomit, you can do so in there. Here, lay back. There you go. Still feeling sick? Need me to rub your tummy?"
I smile and try to be a good friend. I have not had much practice being such. I feel like a mother. Ha! Oh, what a terrible thought. I hope he feels better soon, he looks kind of green... maybe from the jello.
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Post by Lady Violet on Nov 15, 2004 3:51:14 GMT -5
I fall back down and lay beside him, not really sure what I should do. I lay there still and awkwardly.
"That was an unusual night. I...really perhaps shouldn't have...well, it doesn't matter I suppose since no one knows who you are..." I say out loud as I collect my thoughts.
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