Christiane F.
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Post by Christiane F. on Oct 2, 2007 13:07:23 GMT -5
Silently Christiane crept into the foyer and looked for a little corner. There, she emptied the content of her bag. In the bag she found a piece of tinfoil containing exactly what she needed, a bottle of lemon juice, a set of needles, her spoon and some clothes. She took her belt out of her pants, wrapped it tightly around her left arm. Then she took the spoon, put some of the content of the tinfoil on it, squirted some lemon juice on it and with a lighter she took out of her pocket she started to heat it.
When the substance had reached a desireable brown and bubbly texture, she took a needle, sucked the liquid into it and then put the needle on her arm. She squeezed with all her might and the slightly rusty needle did it's job.
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About 2 minutes later the needle and the liquid in it had done it's job. Christiane was lying on the floor, the needle still in her arm and the belt still around her arm, too.
But she wasn't awake..
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Post by Alex on Oct 2, 2007 13:19:26 GMT -5
*Alex whistled to herself as she strolled through the Opera. Since she worked there, she liked to check in every once in awhile.
But there was something amiss. A girl she'd never seen before. Well, that wasn't so new; it was, in fact, a rare day at the Opera when someone new didn't show up. But this one was sprawled out on the marble floor, dead to the world or perhaps just dead, with a needle still in her vein.
Alex rushed to her side and knelt down, slapping her cheeks lightly.*
"Hey. C'mon, girl. Wake up."
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Christiane F.
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Post by Christiane F. on Oct 2, 2007 13:32:48 GMT -5
Christiane felt someone slapping her and she tried to open her eyes but to no avail. She moved around a bit, her legs, her arms, they all seemed to work apart from the stinging in her left arm when she moved it. She tried again to open her eyes and looked straight into another pair of eyes. These eyes belonged to a boy-ish looking person with red hair. This very person had been the one slapping her. "He! Schlagen Sie mich nicht! Wo bin ich?" ((Hey! Don't hit me! Where am I?)) Suddenly, Christiane started to panic, she was seeing everything in a haze and the red colour of the boy's hair started to glow and all she could look at was his hair. She started seizing up and let out a yelp due to the needle still stuck in her arm. In her mind, everything was messed up and all she could think of was glowing red, that wonderful glow.
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Post by Alex on Oct 2, 2007 13:35:56 GMT -5
*Alex tried instinctively to keep her from moving too much, deftly plucking the needle from her arm. She had no idea what language the girl had spoken of if she understood English/French, but she spoke to her anyway.*
"Shh, calm down. Sorry about the hitting. Are you all right?"
*She most definitely was not.*
"Um... You can hold onto my hand, if you want."
*She wondered if she should try to get the girl out of here.*
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Christiane F.
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Post by Christiane F. on Oct 2, 2007 13:41:41 GMT -5
The stinging stopped and the glow suddenly spoke to her. She heard most of it, but a couple of words were blurred out. She had heard enough to understand what language it was. "Ah, Sie sprechen Englisch.." The glow started vibrating, and Christiane suddenly felt something hold her hand. It was lovely and cool, but firm in grip. It felt quit comforting actually. "I speak English. Little." Her legs kept moving unwillingly and she tried to sit up. The red glow was quite comforting and she had this urge to sit nearer to it. "Wo bin ich? Where is this?" she asked
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Post by Alex on Oct 2, 2007 13:47:55 GMT -5
*Alex looked at her in concern. She was... strange. Something wrong with her. She'd heard about drugs, but this... she was a child!*
"The Paris Opera," *she said.* "You picked a rather spectacular location for..." *She trailed off.* "What's your name?"
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Christiane F.
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Post by Christiane F. on Oct 2, 2007 13:53:42 GMT -5
Christiane saw the glow fade. She started to make out eyes, lips, and a nose, all in that red glow. It faded to a normal red and Christiane felt a surge of disappointment rise up in her, while at the same time she started to feel really light. "Christiane. I am Christiane. You are?" she spoke, in a smaller voice than she had spoken before. It was difficult for her to think let alone try to speak in a different language. German was her mother language, but when she was on the scene she had met many foreigners. She had learnt to speak a little english, even a little french. But only the usual 'Je fais pour l'argent' meaning she would 'do' for money. She gingerly held the hand of the boy who was speaking to her, and she wanted to stay close to him. "What must I do now?" she asked, not knowing why she asked this particular question.
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Post by Alex on Oct 2, 2007 14:01:36 GMT -5
*Alex blinked at her.*
"Well, I don't know. You don't seem well. What would you like to do? Is there somewhere I can take you?"
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Christiane F.
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Post by Christiane F. on Oct 2, 2007 14:07:17 GMT -5
"But I don't know where I is, what should I do?" she thought to herself, but the words she thought where the words she spoke. She looked at the boy who seemed a little naïeve, a little scared, almost as if he was afraid to touch her, be near to her.
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Post by Alex on Oct 2, 2007 14:28:05 GMT -5
"If you'll take my advice, you should get something to eat, and some sleep. It's not safe for a girl like you out here. Do you think you could eat?"
*She offered her hand, in case the girl was able to get up.*
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Post by Christiane F. on Oct 3, 2007 14:25:52 GMT -5
Christiane looked bewildered. Someone who offered to help her? Someone who was actually concerned about her? It took so by surprise that she let go of the boy's hand. It took her a few moments to remember what was going on and she took the boy's hand, trying to get to her feet. She gingerly took off the belt from her arm and in a daze she started packing everything away. Orderly putting her stuff into her little plastic carrier bag. The needle she'd have to clean later. It took her about 5 minutes, and when she was done she looked up at the boy. "You mentioned the eat? Where do we eat?" she said, and was ready to follow him, if not slightly stumbling.
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Post by Alex on Oct 3, 2007 14:33:08 GMT -5
*Alex looked at her critically. She wouldn't make it far.*
"There's a pretty well stocked kitchen here in the Opera," *she said.* "I can make you something. Eggs? A sandwich? Come on."
*She offered her arm, careful to make it look like she was just being polite and not offering to hold the girl up.*
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Post by Christiane F. on Oct 3, 2007 14:37:00 GMT -5
Christiane gingerly took his arm, but after a few steps realised she'd have to lean on him. "The kitchens sounds like a very nice idea" she managed to say. She followed the arms of the boy, trying to stay on her feet and not minding very much where she was going. It took her a while before she realised she'd have to move her feet as well in order to.. well.. actually move.
((Off to the kithcens Iguess?))
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