Christiane F.
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Post by Christiane F. on Oct 3, 2007 14:47:57 GMT -5
Sitting on the chair her world stopped moving. "I feel like those small green cucumbers, you know? The ones that sting?" She couldn't quite explain what she meant, but she tried. "They're... all slimy. And they sting. Did I already mention that?" She looked doubtfully. "Or else I would just like sandwhiches. Sandwhiches with sugar!"
She started giggling. "I am sorry to have to be a burden to yourself, but I'm not sure what to do with myself.." She started giggling some more, and then she started laughing. Her whole world was shaking and everything twirled. "I don't know... what..." she tried to laugh, but ended up feeling warmth roll down her cheeks. "what to do.." she sniffed.
She held her hand up to her cheeks. No! I musn't cry! She tried to wipe her tears away, but the short sting in her arm reminded her of the thrombosis in one of her veins. It hurt more than she had expected it to, which in turn made her keep crying.
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Post by Alex on Oct 3, 2007 14:56:09 GMT -5
*Alex moved quietly about the room, looking for something that might help. She wasn't sure exactly what the girl had done to herself, but she'd clearly done it repeatedly. Alex didn't know what would make a girl sabotage herself so.*
"Pickles," *she said finally, holding an open jar in front of her.* "Slimy, stingy cucumbers."
*She took a few out and handed them to Christiane, before turning away to cook some eggs. She knew how to do that, anyway, and didn't have any sugar sandwiches on hand. Didn't think it'd do the girl much good, anyway. As she cooked, she tried to speak lightly, to keep the girl engaged.*
"Fascinating, travel, innit? I'm from London; you probably can tell. My da was from Ireland, though, which is where the hair comes from. You're not from around here. You'll like Paris, I think. Lots to do."
*She winced.*
"Lots of people. Good music, too; I sing here, at the Opera. It's a good life, this. Bit like having a family."
A crazy, incestuous mess of a family, but better than what most of us left.
*She set a plate of scrambled eggs down in front of the girl.*
"There you go. Eggs a la Alex."
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Christiane F.
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Post by Christiane F. on Oct 4, 2007 13:45:14 GMT -5
She listened to the boy talking, and ate the 'pickles' he had handed to her. She had noticed she was beginning to 'sober up' and got a clearer view of the world around her.
"I am from Deutschland, I think erm... Germany, yes? I have never been to París before, but I think I shall like here very much."
She nibbled at a few more pickles, and listened to what else he had to say. When he had finished cooking the eggs, she gave him a curtious smile and took a knife and fork.
"Eggs a la 'Alex'?" she asked
She took a bite from her fork and nodded that it tasted good.
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Post by Alex on Oct 4, 2007 15:36:29 GMT -5
*Alex grinned.*
"That's my name. Alex Abercrombie-O'Toole. I'm glad you like the eggs."
*She watched the girl eat, noticing that she seemed better. She wondered what had brought her to this condition. But she'd let the girl eat first, get herself together a little better.*
"Can I get you anything else?"
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Christiane F.
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Post by Christiane F. on Oct 7, 2007 6:29:08 GMT -5
Christiane had her mouth full when Alex asked her if she wanted anything else. "Yoghurt? Do you have yoghurt?" she tried to say, spewing half of the food back onto her plate. She swallowed the rest and then coughed a little. "Alex. That's a nice name, but a very long surname. My name is Christiane. Actually Vera Christiane, but I don't like Vera." She went on to eat her eggs and finished them.
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Post by Alex on Oct 10, 2007 9:25:36 GMT -5
((I'm so sorry I missed this!))
"Vera Christiane?" *Alex repeated, rummaging through the icebox for some yogurt.* "That's very pretty; but I'm not at all against taking the name one wants. I couldn't decide between my mum's and da's side of the family--so I took both names. At least I don't call myself Alexander."
*She brought a dish of yogurt over to the girl.*
"So... What are your plans now?"
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Christiane F.
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Post by Christiane F. on Oct 15, 2007 6:03:28 GMT -5
Christiane was still quite hungry, so she ate the yoghurt almost at the speed of light. "What I'll do now? I don't know. I want to find a job, I want to do something. But I'm not sure where." She finished off the yoghurt and sat in the chair contently. "Thank you for the food, Alex. You have helped me so much, maybe you could help me to a new life?" She giggled, not being too serious, but hoping that he might want to help her. "What is it that you do here?" she asked him
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Post by Alex on Oct 15, 2007 9:41:40 GMT -5
*Alex laughed softly.*
"A new life? That's a tall order, Miss. Christiane. But I'll see what I can do."
*She watched the girl for a moment.*
"Forgive me, but... aren't you a little young to need a new one already?"
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