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[whichswan.livejournal.com]

Is there a limit to how much we can ask of the Castle?

Angel;
Were you the one who brought me here?

Clark;
I'm sorry.


[ She can also be found at the gym, as always, practicing.

You may hear echoes of this music from outside, accompanied by the occasional sound of wood tapping against linoleum. Once she finishes a round, she takes a few minutes to breathe, then does it again. Sometimes she rehearses a part many times, perfecting it. And sometimes, after a good round, she curtsies to herself in the mirror and smiles.

But Nina doesn't smile when she dances. ]

Comments

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

Yes. I suppose.

I wished for the CDs from the Castle. I can share them with you.

[impermissible.livejournal.com]

Not going to lie, I wouldn't mind that at all. [And another chuckle.] I'd offer the same, but I don't know if you're into alternative rock or anything.

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

I've never heard of that.

[impermissible.livejournal.com]

Oh, man. Seriously?

[A beat, and then... Oh, right. Not everyone was ~just like him~ in the sense that they're from Earth or the 90s or anything. How silly of him top be presumptuous, he thinks.]

Ah, not a big deal either way. We can make an exchange or something, and if you don't like my taste, then it's all good.

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

[ Most people aren't as sheltered as Nina is either, so it's not entirely his fault. ]

That sounds nice. I can meet you... at the lobby?

[impermissible.livejournal.com]

[That too. :( And he'll just be shuffling through his CD collection for a second...]

Fine by me. Give me ten minutes or so, or... eh, whenever you want to meet, I guess.

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

Ten minutes then. I do need to take a break.

[impermissible.livejournal.com]

Gotcha. Look for the guy sitting by the window.

[Wants to ask "from what?" but he won't be nosy.

And in that time, he'll just be sitting in his favorite spot in the lobby, lounging...]

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

[ And in exactly ten minutes, have a girl saunter to the lobby in a white pullover and pink tights with leg warmers. Spotting him by the window, she walks over then stops a few feet away. ]

Uhm, Zeke?