07-22-2008, 08:47 PM
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the ship of fools i'm on will sink
Curiosity soon replaced the majority of her hysteria, though her heart still beat heavily in her chest. What on Earth was the girl doing? Bleach's mind was still having trouble hanging on to simple ideas as it was still reeling from the most recent of her rare dreams. She peeked further over the seats to watch the stranger, briefly forgetting that she was supposed to be hiding. Bleach watched with growing interest as the girl worked her way around the stage, apparently carrying out a routine. A dark intention seemed to underlie her actions, but the woman wasn't certain. She had always been rather paranoid, after all.
As soon as the girl made her way around the back aisle, however, the Russian's fear returned. She dropped to the floor, wedging herself between the seats again. The girl's voice rang out clearly in the empty theatre, carrying the sweet, childish question. Bleach shuddered, pale fur standing on end, though confusion was taking over fear. Reason told her there was nothing to be afraid of; intuition told her otherwise. She didn't answer the girl, but instead began edging toward the outer wall, perpendicular to the stage. She had to get out of there.
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