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srwug_alpha_rp2012-01-08 02:58 am
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Lubish katatsa, lubiy sankee vozeet
On the top floor of the observation deck, under the glass ceiling, Adette lays on the floor and looks up. Wrapped in her big red coat, and fur hat, pillowed on her quilt and warmed only by the Vodka she was sipping. Her eyes transfixed on the snow as it fell from the endless grey heavens, and painted everything white. Despite the shielding of the observation deck, the cold outside was so intense it could not be kept out entirely. The floor was very cold, and the air was crisp and frigid.
But Adette just seems happy as a clam, or rather, as happy as a Siberian girl in a snow storm. She hummed old songs to herself, and sometimes broke into old forgotten songs while she drinks alone.
Though shes gone out of her way to be as far away from everyone else, she's in a lovely and nostalgic mood.
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Big sister Adette fears no teenage, no matter how creepy!
"Who you're friend there?" She asks as she sat up, tucking her legs under her.
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"Locked up? Are you a trouble maker? Don't get any ideas, I'm tougher than I look. But if you want to enjoy the snow though, you're welcome to join me. And your friend too." Adette smirked.
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"What kind of trouble do you prefer then? I've been known to get into a little myself now and again."
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[He says this with an entirely straight face, as if it wasn't a big deal.]
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"We're all killers, kid." It would take alot more than this to shock Adette at this point. "Anyone on this ship says otherwise, they're lying." Adette held out a glass to him. "Drink with me?"
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[He can smell the alcohol. Drinking water was getting to him. He kept expecting to get sick.]
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Adette only had the one glass, she she pressed it into his palm, and filled with cold, clear vodka.
"A little Vodka can warm the coldest heart."
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[Glass, what is this GLASS you speak of? Flynn not only accepts the Vodka into his palm, but manages to hold his hands in such a manner that almost NONE of it slips through his fingers as he drinks it.]
So that's what Vodka is. It's really strong.
[Despite his size... doesn't seem to be affected much by the alcohol.]
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"We'll I guess... that's one way to do it. And hey, your hands are disinfected now." She shrugged and refilled the glass.
"Strong? Is it? I've been drinking it so long I hardly notice anymore." She grinned.
"What your name kid?"
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[He sits down and looks up at the snow.]
The more I watch it, the more beautiful the snow looks. It's... serene.
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"Sometimes, we would go out for routine inspections on the train lines. I would hang off the caboose, and watch the flat sibiran tundra stretch on and on forever. We where so sure the whole world looked just like that... frozen and perfect..."
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