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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 21, 2008 22:28:27 GMT -5
*That was what Fritzi said to the woman at the back table- before she saw the way she looked. Mira used to be the one Kit Kat Klub girl who wasn't addled with drugs and drink, and had the fresh face to prove it. Now, it was a different story...and whatever scars that ribbon around her neck and those gloves (all of which she refused to remove) were hiding must've been pretty bad.*
"Cut me like a ragdol, sewed me up again", *Mira whispered.* "Am I alive, or am I dead? They're so alive here, so dead in Victor's basement..."
*Fritzi sighed- it wasn't unusual for patrons to be rambling like this. She headed backstage.*
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 21, 2008 22:34:16 GMT -5
The Emcee slowly paced the backstage, the day hadn't gone well, in fact it hadn't gone well at all. He rubbed his temples and sighed, what was he going to do? He wanted to make Ben understand, but then again, he didn't have to answer for the person he was.
"Dammit."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 21, 2008 22:42:01 GMT -5
*Fritzi caught her boss's eye*
"Thought you should know, Mira's back- with the patrons, don't know if she's looking for us."
*She sighed*
"If you find her, though...she's pretty high. I think it's opium."
Fritzi then cashed in her paycheck after her first week as Exposition Manager.
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 21, 2008 22:47:12 GMT -5
"Vat?" He stopped mid step and turned around to Fritzi with a wild look in his eye "You're mistaken, Meera ees dead."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 21, 2008 22:49:57 GMT -5
"Look for yourself if you don't believe me."
*Fritzi thought for a moment*
"Looked a little cut up...maybe she got hurt in the war. Reports of death greatly exaggerated, that sort of thing."
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 21, 2008 22:55:27 GMT -5
He pushed Fritzi out of the way and blew through the curtains and in to the club, there were some hoot's and some hollers and a couple people asking why he never called back, but he didn't hear them.
He scanned the room, hoping silently that Fritzi was lying, that she was trying to play a joke ...a very untastefuly joke, I'll keel her if- and that's when his eyes caught her. He gulped, it seemed Fritzi was going to keep her job after all.
He stumbled forward toward Mira's table "Meera?"
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 21, 2008 22:57:40 GMT -5
*Mira looked up, tilting her head slightly as if trying to place the man*
"I know you...you run the zoo here...the human animals."
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 21, 2008 23:06:23 GMT -5
"Oh" he clamped his hands over his mouth in a terribly effeminate way "Meera" he sat down next to her "it's me, Mr. E."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 22, 2008 11:17:47 GMT -5
"Yes- I knew you once, before I died. They all left when I died."
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 22, 2008 19:36:25 GMT -5
"So youf, vere dead?" She was obviously stoned out of her mind it made him both sad and quite angry.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 22, 2008 21:09:36 GMT -5
"And then he put electricity through me and stitched my neck and shocked me like a lightbulb."
*She seemed to be having a bit of trouble focusing her eyes*
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 22, 2008 21:22:50 GMT -5
"He, uh, vat?"
He blinked hard and shook his head "Vat are youf sayinks? Sat you vere dead, zen somevone bvrought youf back?"
It had to be the drugs, the letter had to have been a joke, reanimation wasn't possible.
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 22, 2008 21:27:13 GMT -5
*She rubbed the part of her arms covered by gloves, over and over again*
"Cut my arms, cut my neck, sewed me shut, woke me up. Then he started the killings...I can't remember. the smoke makes it softer, but harder to remember."
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Post by The Emcee on Oct 22, 2008 21:30:11 GMT -5
"Who did sis?"
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Oct 22, 2008 21:33:26 GMT -5
"What?" *she asked, as if unable to see that anything was wrong*
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