10-12-2024, 09:29 PM
Saturday, 1:30AM.
Jorgen Island, Freiheit, 'Sin' Club
In what some may call a trance state, the president of the Dual Republic, Theodora Lackmann was dancing and recuperating from long days of securing her beloved country. Sometimes she just has to let it all go, pop some pills, snort whatever her 'girl-goonsquad' of preppy pseudo-powerful women had in store for her. In the end she did not care about a single one of these evenings, it was mechnical, it was simply a need to fulfill for her body. Spiritually she was among the riders in the steppes, feeling the wind on her skin which also lets her hair fly in all directions. "My.. My what freedom" she probably thought to herself. Moving her body to the beat of the excellent traditional electronic dance music of the Dual Republic she felt someone coming up behind her. Lost in the dealings of her own mind she swayed left to right with the stranger right behind her, guiding her hips. Stranger? No... No. It was not stranger, it had to be him. What? Bloodshot eyes and a only limitedly conscious Theodora turned around to not see what she wanted to see. "Who are you?" "Where has my Bunjie gone?"
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Karlstein returned from the toilet, the shift guarding Lackmann usually goes quite well except for-.
well yes. except for these occasions. On the floor lay a body of some random clubgoer, stabbed multiple times, one eye ball popped out.
"Eh. God damnit. We have a code TH304 here."
The clean crew followed.
Jorgen Island, Freiheit, 'Sin' Club
In what some may call a trance state, the president of the Dual Republic, Theodora Lackmann was dancing and recuperating from long days of securing her beloved country. Sometimes she just has to let it all go, pop some pills, snort whatever her 'girl-goonsquad' of preppy pseudo-powerful women had in store for her. In the end she did not care about a single one of these evenings, it was mechnical, it was simply a need to fulfill for her body. Spiritually she was among the riders in the steppes, feeling the wind on her skin which also lets her hair fly in all directions. "My.. My what freedom" she probably thought to herself. Moving her body to the beat of the excellent traditional electronic dance music of the Dual Republic she felt someone coming up behind her. Lost in the dealings of her own mind she swayed left to right with the stranger right behind her, guiding her hips. Stranger? No... No. It was not stranger, it had to be him. What? Bloodshot eyes and a only limitedly conscious Theodora turned around to not see what she wanted to see. "Who are you?" "Where has my Bunjie gone?"
...
Karlstein returned from the toilet, the shift guarding Lackmann usually goes quite well except for-.
well yes. except for these occasions. On the floor lay a body of some random clubgoer, stabbed multiple times, one eye ball popped out.
"Eh. God damnit. We have a code TH304 here."
The clean crew followed.