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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]

It's hard. Our careers are so short.

What do you do now?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

I was a psychiatrist for a while. I enjoyed it, but it just wasn't cut out for me. Before I came here, I was staying with my best friends. One of them had her heart...had a heart operation and needed looking after.

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

You must be a very caring person.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[Shrug.]

She's my friend. You stick by your friends through thick and thin.

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

It doesn't make it easier.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Not really. 'Specially since Red and Kitty aren't on the best of terms. Most of the time I'm just trying to break up a fight. It's almost like living with my parents again. Except less crazy.

[whichswan.livejournal.com]

[ Nina chuckles, because she thinks she knows a little about crazy parents. ]

You seem fond of them anyway.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Eighteen years stuck with 'em, I have to be else I'd have a permanently reserved room in the happy hotel.

[Which she kind of does, but for an entirely different reason]