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 Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 1:07 pm
It had been a long day and the madam was feeling somewhat depressed currently. Of course normally, out in the real world when this happened she would just stick to her vices, but that was the ever present problem here. She WASN'T in the real world. No, she was miles and miles away from it, maybe even further then that. Not to mention her last meeting with someone else had left her with nothing more then a wounded ego and a bloody elbow. She felt unattractive and out of the loop, she missed the things she had. The money, the power, and the feeling that she was on top of the world. Even though there were people more freakishly macabe looking then her she just missed the feeling that she mattered. That life was good.
But, not here. No, not here. Here she really and truly didn't matter. She was changing into something she had no idea of what. And with each look in the mirror she wanted to kill her reflection. The fur was driving her mad, her enhanced hearing was making her go crazy, yet she still tried to play the part. She wanted, no inwardly NEEDED to feel normal. Which meant get back in the game, be a b***h, live life like she still had it all...
and then she'd be golden. So at the moment Maryke was moving in between the village, between the rooms placed just for them. As she tried to look for something to do.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 1:17 pm
Sayuri flicked out the fan, holding it she hoped in the way that she had been taught. And then the other, twisting them, fluttering them skywards. She smiled, finally getting that little movement right that evening. She was outside practicing, going through a dance steps in the fresh air, her Duplex felt a little suffocating to her right now. It was probably down to the western architecture, she had never stayed in such quarters. And so she slowly danced, her kimono skirts flaring around her sandalled feet as she did so, far more gracefully then she ever before when she had an audience, humming a kouta for her own accompaniment
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 1:26 pm
She kept walking, keeping up an inner mantra of thoughtflow as she did. The madam quieted her mind a bit, however when she saw something flicker strangely in her peripheral vision. She looked over in that direction and then stopped all together. Someone was near the duplexes and that in itself wasn't strange. It wasn't so much as who the person was then what they were wearing and what they were doing....dancing. What the hell reason did anyone have to dance around here.
Curiously Maryke flickered her ruffed ears and then stalked closer, not enough to be seen just yet. She watched the girl dance and then finally when she thought she was done she began clapping loudly. "Bravo! Bravo," she said loudly, almost obnoxiously. "You the entertainment for the island freakshow or am I missing something?" she asked, arms crossed over her chest, just under the fur.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 3:13 pm
Elegance flew away and normality resumed for Sayuri as soon as she realised that her performance had attracted an audience. Her fans clattered to the ground, and she tried to scoop them up again quickly, her sleeves draping on the dirt and her face flushed red with mortification.
'I sorry,' she said, having finally folded the fans away again, tucking them in her obi belt and bowing with hands pressed palm against herself.
'I was practice. I here for my Danna-san,' she explained, casting a quick glance at the stranger. The woman had an aggressive and domineering air, or she seemed to Sayuri. In fact, her posture reminded Sayuri strongly of her own mother and she felt flustered and exposed.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 5:06 pm
Maryke raised an eyebrow and dropped her hands slightly. Okay this girl obviously must be knew. And if she wasn't, well then she was taking this whole thing VERY well. She waved off the girl's apologies, not quite understanding why this girl was apologizing if Maryke was the one watching HER.
"Danna-san?" she asked, cocking her head to side slightly, "and that would be........who?"
Not that she was trying to be nosy or anything she was just generally curious. Plus for all she knew this 'Danna-san' guy could have been important.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 8:13 am
'Danna-san is..' Sayuri paused, not sure if she wanted to say the doctor's name. If she said it, that meant it was true. But no other gentleman had contacted her since her arrival on the Island so it had to be him.
'Dr.Sah-bin Du-vert,' she sounded his name out carefully so that she got it right.
'He is like..husband but not. He pay for kimono and dance lessons.' she explained, her english continuing to improve as she spoke it more.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 8:48 am
Maryke was taking in the words, even going as far as being patient while the girl tried to explain everything. But, as soon as Sayuri uttered the next words, that name, the madam's face darkened. Sabin Duvert? That b*****d!
"Oh really?" she asked, feigning interest. So that's how this girl was taken here. A different more elaborate lie then she was given, but it was still a lie all the same. "Right...so has Sah-bin....Du-vert," she asked, mocking the girl's accent to the tee. "told you what kinda place this REALLY is yet??"
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 8:56 am
Sayuri lowered her eyes, looking steadfastly at the ground at the woman's mockery of how she spoke. She was also the second person to claim that this place was something more then it seemed.
'I not..I not understand sorry.'
It was almost as if she were at home, all that was lacking was the sharp, staccato taps on her head with Onesan's fan as she scolded her for tearing a kimono or falling over whilst entertaining. She bit her lip hard before speaking again.
'What is this place?' she managed to say the sentence without sounding the words.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:15 am
Maryke really shouldn't have hit the b***h switch right then and there. Not with how innocent this girl seemed and not when she didn't really understand anything the madam was saying anyway. But, just by her connection with Duvert, no matter how innocent she seemed in this role, it did nothing more then agitate Maryke.
"You don't understand, huh?" she asked, a coy grin spreading across her full lips. She ignored the other question and stepped closer, lowering her head slightly so the girl could get a look at her ruffed ears. She wiggled them a few times and then tugged at the fur on her chest. "Bad...bad place....these are real," she said indicating her 'wardrobe', "And it's going to happen to you too....maybe worse......maybe with scales or feathers...."
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:24 am
Sayuri stepped back, almost tripping as she did so on her kimono. Vehemently she shook her head, negating what Maryke had just said.
'You lie..I not like you!' her bottom lip trembled, in fact her whole body shook with fear. She was beginning to believe, after meeting Newton and now this woman with the permament fur 'stole'. Tears formed, running down her face, leaving tracks in the white face paint.
'Pre - please,' she pleaded.
'It not true..'
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:39 am
"Oh it's true," Maryke said, her hazel eyes darkening to more yellow tones, showing more of the lemur within her. "Believe you me, China Doll, it's true."
She grinned and lurched forward in an attempt to grab at the girl's arm and show off the syrnge mark she knew they all had. "Told you it was a fever right? Betcha Sabin told ya everything would be okay. Well...I'm not the liar.....THEY are, this whole place has lied to you!" she said enraged.
God why did she have to take all her inner frustrations out on this poor girl. Why couldn't she just let her go and figure out on her own. But somewhere deep down she was mad, she was pissed and she needed to vent. Besides this girl had a right to know! Screw anyone who thought otherwise.
"You're turning into an animal, Chinadoll. And NOBODY can help you..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:47 am
Sayuri froze when Maryke lunged at her to grab her arm, a 'rabbit in the headlights' expression on her face. It was all too much for her to take on at once - how could she comprehend it all? She could barely remember the stuff she had been learning for years.
'Who lie..' she mumbled. She didnt even register that Maryke had taken to calling her a 'Chinadoll', that was nothing to the truths she was trying to hammer into the Maiko. Her face was a streaked mess now, she had lost a hair ornament and she wrenched hard, pulling away from the woman and falling to the ground.
'I not want..animal,' she cried.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 10:26 am
At the display Maryke couldn't help but soften, yes of course she was still one big ball of pent up anger and frustration, but it was at that point, she snapped back into the reality at hand. She blinked once, taking in the girl's appearance, and then she took two steps back.
"They lie," she said, her voice still husky with anger but not as forceful as before. "The staff.....Doctor Duvert... He lied to you. " She tried to choose her words carefully, now finally...in a way she could understand.
As she fell to the ground Maryke silently cursed to herself under her breath. Walking over and squatting down, though still keeping a safe distance. "You have no choice," She said calmly, though still hard enough to where the girl would understand she meant it. "*I* have no choice. They....we..." oh damn how could she explain this. "Experiment...experimento...?" Ugh no, wrong language.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 11:58 am
Sayuri rubbed at her eyes, transferring white makeup and wetness onto her fingers. She was thankful her mother wasnt here to see her in this mess - she would definately have ringing ears by now. She hiccupped a little, sitting up on the floor, sniffling as she did so.
'He not my Danna?' she asked, fixating on that point most of all right now. She actually laughed at that, a sudden burble of slightly hysterical laughter as she realised that the strange looking man was not who she had thought he was. A kind of relief surged through her at that realisation.
'He not my Danna!' and she moved to fling her arms around Maryke in joy..before falling back again, her arms dropping to her sides.
'No choice? I am stuck here?'
Her sudden burst of joy faded away as quickly as it had come.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 1:50 pm
Maryke watched with mixed emotions. On one hand this whole ordeal was definitely not what she had planned for today, or really...ever, and it was the last thing she wanted to deal with. But, still this girl had obviously been handed a wide load and Maryke had been through that. Not that long ago even. Though the madam had only been pissed not hurt when she learned of the island's dirty secret.
When she felt the arms near and around her, and the excitement uttered from the other she was quite taken aback. She frowned a bit and patted the girl on the side idly, now wondering again what the hell a 'Danna' was. If she didn't know better she'd say it almost sounded like this girl thought Sabin was her 'sugar daddy' or pimp or something. But, she let that thought pass knowing she didn't know a lick about asian culture so she was probably wrong anyway.
"No choice. I'm sorry.....but we're all stuck here...," she nodded back, this time her voice took more soft tones. She left a fleeting thought of Colche pass through her head, and people like her. The innocent ones. There was a small sliver in her chest and she almost felt bad for being so harsh with the girl. Almost.
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