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//Just a heads up.
I'm not sure if I mentioned this already or not, but chances are I probably won't be around on here until Christmas Eve. I'm working eight 10 hour shifts at work this week in a row, and i'm completely dead. Not to meniton trying to clean for the holidays. So yes, i'll be scarce until the holidays are upon us.
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Rosie’s watery eyes met Helga’s as the petite blonde had forced her to look up. In a moment of impulse she shuffeled forward a little and rested her head to Helga’s stumach as her arms ensared the blonde’s waist.
She would not bawl, she had promised herself she would never cry a long time ago, but right at that time, she had never felt more fragile. She just wanted someone to hold her and pat her hair, like her mother had done when she was younger.
Helga never faltered, folding her dear friend into an embrace, arms tightening protectively around Rosie as one would hold a frightened child. For the longest time, Helga simply let Rosie cry in silence, allowed her that release as she combed soothing strokes through her hair. A soft reassurance was murmured now and again, but Helga knew the cleansing one could gain from simply being allotted the time to break without the pressure of being asked to cheer up.
"Liebling..." She finally asked gently as Rosie's breathing seemed to even out once more, "Will you tell me what has happened to put you in this state? You...are one of the strongest people i've ever met, Rosie...why let the world take hold of you now?"
"How 'bout a dance..."
Watching Helga, she caught herself (and not for the first time) thinking of her little sister. To say Lulu’s grown estranged from her family would be an overstatement but somewhat less so with every month, every year passing since she elected to stray from the ways of die ideale deutsche Frau and tie her fate to that of the infamous Kit Kat Klub.
Alas, she remained far from having a shortage of people to care for. ”And a limb or two, perhaps.” Stepping slowly down the stairs, Lulu spoke to the same rhythm but decidedly more grim mood than the blonde dancing on the stage. ”Be careful, yes?”
"I've impeccable balance, darling Lulu, absolutely spot-on..." Helga returned with an intoxicated giggle. In that moment her foot caught in the fabric of her skirt and she slipped, none too gracefully, to the floor, "But perhaps I should cease for the night, hm? I'm not quite myself." The dancer smiled half-heartedly and curled her knees beneath her to sit less like a lump and more like a human being upon the stage floor and a hand delicately patted the space across from her. "Sit for a moment, Lulu? I feel it's been far too long that we've simply had time to sit and chat...times being how they are." She beckoned gently, adding ruefully, "And the company would be welcome."
//Also...i'm working 85 hours straight next week in order to have the day after Christmas off to see my family, so, while i'll attempt to stay awake long enough when I get home after my shifts to reply as possible, I might still be scarce. Again, i'm sorry, but after the holiday season things should be back on track for me to be here on a relatively regular schedule.
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//Please don't hate me. I'll be here tonight to reply to things. Work has just been an absolute nightmare lately and it's taking every ounce of will I have to just keep going day-to-day. I apologize, and i'm trying to be better about being on here more regularly.
//I believe my Skype account has been hacked.
Therefore, you will not be able to reach me there for a few days until I either get it resolved or create a new account, whichever measure needs to be taken. In the mean time, feel free to catch me on AIM or by inbox on here.
//Work time. I'll be home in roughly ten hours should anyone like to plot or write. ^.^
"Why are we here Helga? Why do we keep doing this?" Her voice sounded strangled, the tears blocking her airway.
"Why are we where, liebling? The Cabaret, because here..." The blonde placed a finger beneath the other dancer's chin, gently lifting her eyes to meet her own as she whispered softly, a thin smile itching at the corners of her lips, "...Because here, life is beautiful. The world, however--Ich weiss nicht, liebe Rosie, and i'm not sure I want to know. At times I think we're here to thrive, and others...I think we're an experiment puppeteered by a sadistic sick god."
Even dirtier. (Because why not?)
Send me "Even dirtier!" and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.
“Let’s be a little more adventurous.”
"How far are you into your cups, darling?" Helga snickered, looking up from her dressing table with amusement curving her half-painted lips. "Either you’ve undergone a drastic change of preference in my absence, liebling, or you’ve dipped too far into the gin. Adventurous, indeed..." The small blonde simply turned back to her mirror, fiddling with a lipstick absently, "A man of your persuasion flirting with a woman," Helga's eyes flashed sideways then, a single brow arching incredulously, "Or is it that I appear more masculine?"
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//Be here a little later, lovelies.
For the past couple of hours i've been rounding up threads from my previous account and slowly replying to/drafting those. I'll continue those in just a little bit and get some of them posted. I've got a bit of a headache, though, so i'm going to lay down for an hour or so before I try to finish tackling those.
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He reeked of gin, he was sure, although it was only ten and the evening not over for many hours, and so he kept a certain distance between them when he came to halt next to the round wooden table she was sitting at, sipping on a glass herself.
“Got a light?” he said but didn’t sound nearly as casual – or confident, for that matter – as he’d have liked to.
“And a cigarette?” he tried again, attempting a lopsided smirk.
Since returning to the cabaret from her unannounced 'vacation', Helga had been...for lack of a better word, off; Distant and dazed more often than not, her usual smiles and easy laughter came brittle and false. And she'd taken to her vices, seeking solace in the tender arms of drink and other far more enticing demons. "A light, yes..." She murmured without looking up from her swirling glass of gin, "However, unless you want something stronger than a cigarette, I suggest looking elsewhere."
"How 'bout a dance..."
"What do you say? I've got some moves that i'd love to show ya. Let's find a spot and dance the night...away..." The Kit Kat Klub was empty, devoid of the lights and sound, the brassy twang in the air. Instead it was quiet, empty save for the lingering scent of smoke and sweat. This was when she loved the cabaret the best, the cabaret she'd escape to when she'd first come to gather her thoughts and ground herself. Tonight, however, she seemed to have an abandon to her that bordered on off-kilter. Mad. An empty gin bottle sat solemn on the edge of the stage while she swayed unsteadily, singing to herself. "...You'll lose the blues, and you may lose your heart--"
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(Gif, in my case. I've not switched to icons.)
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Still not entirely sure how the other employees of the club felt about him these days, Alec was a tad hesitant when he saw Helga near the bar. But she’d always been sweet to him before he left to return to England, so he hoped she wouldn’t be too displeased to see that he was back (he didn’t know, after all, just how much Victor had told the others about their situation).
"Good evening." He offered her a small smile.
Helga was incredibly, undeniably, achingly, miserably bored. With the rise of unrest in the country as of late, the patrons had stopped flowing in as steadily and Helga spent her night, more often than not, acting the part of an observer: dancing when called for, but otherwise perched on an empty balcony to watch the tiny sparse grouping of people come and go from the Cabaret's inner workings. But they would come back. They always did, crawling like addicts to their dealer for their next fix. The Klub gave them that solace, a comforting embrace in a world gone mad with strife. It was just a matter of when..."Alec?" A voice broke through Helga's thoughts and she flicked hazy blue eyes up at the man, smiling a slow smile...it wasn't only the patrons of the Klub that went back to their dealers when times got rough, after all. The girl was all fluid, her movements slow and languid, obviously not entirely put together in her mind, "Alec, liebling, came back to us, I see?"
