It had been almost a week since ‘the incident’ and Kost had been carefully attentive, taking care of Ivy more often even when Leona insistead and generally trying to keep stress to a minimum ( Read more... )

After storming out of the boarding house an hour ago Leona had calmed Ivy down on a quiet street corner and only then did she allow herself to cry tears of anger and hurt ( Read more... )

And... they're goneWell, two of them, at least. For now. The rest of my boys and girls will be back shortly, after saying their goodbyes and seeing the train off. They will be back to fill this emptiness as best they can ( Read more... )

(**OOC: this is supposed to be the same night as this and this but i couldn't just throw it in the middle. *shrugs; is lost*)

Fire. And Satin. Chocolate tone, figure that seemed cut out of liquid diamonds-- sharp, precise, perfect, but so gentle, such grace-- delicate bones. Softness....softness everywhere but that hardness just forming around her ( Read more... )

She'd walked home from Ophilia's all by herself, figuring it would be a good way to work off some of this excited energy. Whatever was left over she was pretty sure she could convince Danny was just general vacation joy and anticipation ( Read more... )

It was almost closing time at the Klub, those who hadn't left looked a little lost or too drunk to get very far but the nearest gutter. Despite the atmosphere, Helga liked these people the most. She chatted them up, spoke to them kindly, gave them some of her best shows. They were the ones who needed them most.

"Könnten Sie vielleicht... sing mir ( Read more... )

It is one o'clock in the afternoon.

Six hours ago, I shoved a thin man with a fat wallet out of my bed for snoring so fucking loud all night that I feared my mirror would shatter.

Four hours ago, I attempted to cure my hangover with half a bottle of gin.

Two hours ago, I vomited my esophagus, liver, spleen, and a kidney -- whoops! -- right down ( Read more... )

He stands outside of the club, looking up at the inconspicuous dirty windows. He's got business to attend to, and he aims to get what he's looking for, whatever it takes. He knocks on the door. Anita answers it. She's in her slip with a beige and red shawl slung across her. Her hair is mussed up from sleep. She squints into the slowly darkening ( Read more... )

It feels like the middle of August, but I suspect that it is the beginning of September. I could be wrong, but ignorance is, more often than not, complete bliss. I cannot be bothered to find a calendar or a recent newspaper. Newspapers disgust me so. However, the one thing that I am certain of, is that our stage has more space on it than I care to ( Read more... )