Godkväll!

Idag har varit en superbra dag. Jag har, utan anledning egentligen, varit på väldigt bra humör!
Jobbet gick suveränt. Vi har inte så mycket att göra just nu så dagen bara gled förbi.
När jag slutade så var det äntligen dags för lite styrka på gymmet! Love it! Sen efter träningen så gick jag och mötte Per.
Det var så kul att träffa han! Som vanligt.
Vi gick och solade i världens varmaste solarie. Helbae vad varmt det var. Jag brände mej nästan på rumpan och fläkten blåste varm luft.
Så det var ingen behaglig solning. Men jag blev i alla fall brun och fin. Hehe.
Vill man vara fin..
När vi solat så gick vi hem.
Väl hemma i min underbara lägenhet så stod, konstigt nog, inte maten på bordet som den brukar göra?
Så då var det bara att sätta på sej jackan igen för att gå till affären och handla.
Idag åt vi tacos!! Mums!
Det var sjukt gott. Känns nästan som att det är fredag. Hehe.

Imorgon är det helg. Funderar på vad jag ska göra då. Hmm….

Conforme vamos nos aproximando do Top 10, a competição vai esquentando e ninguém está seguro. Sete casais dançaram para permanecer na competição e eu já tenho a dupla para quem torço: Ashleigh & Jakob.

Na semana passada o posto de melhores da noite foi pra eles, mas essa semana outro casal me surpreendeu e vem surpreendendo muita gente, Kathryn & Legacy dançaram Pasodoble e foi excelente, em compensação Karen & Kevin, por quem torcia, principalmente ela, não foram tão bem dançando Broadway.

Melhores da Noite – Kathryn & Legacy – Pasodoble

Piores da Noite – Karen & Kevin – Broadway

Na noite de resultados, mais três casais ficaram em perigo: Karen & Kevin, Channing & Victor e Molee & Nathan. As eliminações foram bem justas, dando adeus à competição, Channing & Kevin. Isso significa que Victor irá para sua terceira parceira antes do top 10.

Shadianna woke in an idiotic white dress thing with a growl.  There was a pile of clothes next to her with a note telling her to dress in them, but she scoffed in distain.  There was a thin fabric shirt, and denim pants along with her boots, her fan, and her undergarments.  There was no sign of her arm guards, or her vest.  She growled again and vowed to kill the pale man with her own teeth and hands regardless of the cost to herself at the next available opportunity.  She dressed, then tore the dress’s skirt into strips with the help of her fan to make strips to wrap her arms.

When she was done she sighed and started to probe her ribs and extremities for any remaining damage, only she not only didn’t find evidence of the injuries, she also didn’t find any scars, save for a tiny red dot where she had been stabbed with the needle.  She also noticed that her hair was clean and down, though she had had it in a braid the day before.  Her feline ears twitched in annoyance, then she tore a strip of dress to use as a hairband to keep her long bangs out of her eyes, positioning it in front of her cat ears to keep it from just sliding off.

***

Hours had passed, Shadianna knew it, but she didn’t move from the spot.  She had tried to meditate, but her mind was too full of chaos, and she had tried to sleep, but she woke screaming from her previous naps, so she vetoed that as well.  Instead she simply sat and thought.  She felt like she was just about to reach an appropriate level of calm when she heard the strange scratching sound of a needle touching a record.

***

“I feel like I look like an idiot.”  Jakob said with a grimace, staring at his reflection in the broad mirror in Karine’s bathroom.  She had helped him to shave his neck and cheeks, and he now had a goatee with a mustache settled around the grimace on his face.

“You look fine, we could always shave off the rest of it if you’d rather be clean-shaven,” Karine offered, holding up the razor.

“No.  Yes.  No… Why is my hair down halfway into my ear again?”  He asked with another worried look.

“They’re sideburns, you’d look funny if you cut them off above your ear, haven’t you ever seen Thomas’s hair?”  She asked, tousling Jakob’s hair, it was long for a short hairstyle, but it hadn’t yet gotten to the point where it was a long style.  She brushed his hair into a part on the side, brushing it to agree with his small cowlick.

“Wow.  How did you do that?”  Jakob’s eyes went wide as his hair fell into place agreeably, he looked much better with parted hair.

“Simple, see how this part,” Karine pointed to his cowlick, “Goes up?  You just brush more of your hair in that direction, then smooth out the rest in the other direction and ta-da, instant hairstyle, it even works well with your sideburns, and that goatee isn’t terrible, but you have to keep it trimmed,”

“Maybe I could go one spring without a beard,” He mused, smoothing his goatee in the mirror.

***

“Am I a prisoner, or am I dead?”  Shadianna asked cooly, rising before she turned.  The sight behind her made her eyes hurt after all the white, there was a red, highly ornamented rug that she believed to be ancient Persian in origin as she had seen similar rugs in history books.  On it there was a high backed leather chair with a strangely dressed man perched in it, and a small, also ornamented side table with claw feet and a glossy finished top with an ancient looking blue and white china set on it.  A few feet from the man, there was a similar little table that held what she could only assume was a phonograph, though she had only heard of them by rough description.  Lazy sounding music poured from the large bell-shaped top of the thing.

She turned cautiously to look at the vast whiteness behind her, and when she turned back there was another chair like the one the man was sitting in now situated across from him.  This chair had its own side table which had a small steaming cup of tea and a small plate of sandwich quarters on its varnished top.

“Well?  Prisoner, dead, either way I kind of have a right to know,”  Shadianna addressed the strange man, moving to the seat which she could only assume was meant for her.

“Unfortunately, my dear, you’re dead.  With your body in such bad physical shape, the poison the man injected you with killed you before your system could even effectively triage it with the new injuries.  Do try the tea, I think you’ll like it,”  The man grinned, gesturing to her side table.

Shadianna looked at the small, dainty tea cup with suspicion.  “How do I know you won’t poison me?”  She asked, scrutinizing the man across from her.  He was probably of average height, she gauged from how high he came up on the chair, and he was of fairly average build she assumed from the outline of the pinstripe suit.   She crinkled her nose, thinking, ‘who wears pinstripes?’

“Deary, you’re dead.  And if that weren’t enough of a setback, your body is able to either digest or expel any poison known at the time of your creation assuming you’re not already dealing with life-threatening injuries, so just try my tea,”  The man’s voice was sweet and low, and painfully earnest.

Shadianna looked at the man with distrust, then took a small, tentative sip from the cup.  As she swallowed, she gasped, looking at the man with her jaw agape, and nearly dropped her cup.

Shadianna woke with a screech and in a cold sweat. She was shivering, and she could see the pale man still in her mind, feel his eyes on her. She walked to the sink in her room and splashed water on her face. She groaned as she looked at the clock; she had woken up four hours early. She sighed and stretched before deciding to go to one of the facilities to take an actual shower with actual heated water. She picked her clean outfit up and shoved it into a bag, and told herself she’d throw the rest of her clothes in the washing system when she got back.

She was almost to the bathroom when she realized that she had neither towel nor proper bathing supplies. She groaned, but went anyhow, hoping to find some shampoo and conditioner to borrow, and she wasn’t fruitless in her search. She smiled as she found a shelf with Kikiano’s name on it, with some bottles clearly marked with her usual K1.

Hot water was somehow incrementally amazing depending on how long it was between immersing yourself in a stream of it. Shadianna grinned, real food, and a real shower, she was going to have to contemplate staying grounded for a few months in the future. As she stood in the steaming water she contemplated the dream. The ship was clean, cleaner than it had been when she bought it, actually. She’d even had some of the rooms repainted. But she hadn’t left the day before, She’d agreed to stay on-world while the mechanics ran full diagnostics of equipment that couldn’t be turned off during flight. Had she made the right decision? She shook her head to clear it, reading too far into a simple dream could be dangerous.

When she returned to the ship, her hair was still soaked and cooling rapidly, making her cold. She threw her clothes into the washing system and braided her hair to keep it from going too crazy, then returned to bed for another couple hours of sleep.

***

Karine hadn’t yet gotten over the attack, she doubted she ever would, but she was taking steps to help herself. She was taking a kickboxing class, (mostly to get in shape, but it helped her on multiple levels) and she was jogging in the park with Jakob and Thomas now, the former was secretly only running because he felt disconnected from nature, his former home, and the latter… she didn’t know why the latter ran, probably just to get in shape like most people.

Mostly those were the only two things she did. She didn’t want to get a job, she had enough money, but she felt she might go crazy without the stability and distraction of a job. She sighed, doodling on a large notebook she’d gotten, laying on her stomach on her bed when Jakob slipped into her room on silent feet.

“Yes?” She said, not even looking up.

“You always see me coming, even when you’re looking at something else or listening to something else… or even sleeping! How is that?” He asked, settling himself on the bed next to her to watch her draw.

“Because you’re always trying to sneak in?” She finally looked at him and had to swallow a laugh, creating a strange snerk sound.

“What?!” Jakob demanded with a worried look on his face.

“It’s just looking more and more like you have some scary animal on your face!” Karine laughed, gesturing to Jakob’s untrimmed beard.

“Men where I’m from grow facial hair in the winter! It’s logical!” He retorted, smoothing the beard in question in a nervous way.

Karine only laughed harder, barely managing to get out the words “But it’s SPRING!” before she fell into giggles.

“I don’t understand how men in this world shave, okay?” He yelled, shoving her off the bed.

She yelped and caught herself without harm, then reigned in her giggles. “Let’s teach you to shave, and hopefully get that thing down to a goatee at most,” She said with a grin, leading him into the bathroom and changing the cartridge on her own razor while he played with the shaving cream can. “Not yet, we’re gonna have to trim that beast with scissors, first,” Karine said with a grin.

“I should probably be worried that you’re so keen to be near my throat with sharp blades so soon after I shoved you off the bed, shouldn’t I?” Jakob said with a worried look. Karine simply grinned with a noncommital sound and moved in with the scissors to trim his unruly beard.

***

Shadianna woke up again in a cold sweat, only this time she hadn’t dreamed at all.

She woke instead to the sound of artillery.

She ran into the hall and started shouting orders to disembark, the ship was a bigger target than individual people, and whereas it was heavily armored, only a terrible pirate turned privateer didn’t wear protective gear to bed, making the odds in favor of being outside and in the open.

When she reached the door and saw the battered ship hovering in the midmorning sun, she almost fainted, then she almost vomited, but instead she followed her crew to the treeline. People were pouring from the buildings into the trees as well, and Shadianna silently approved of the similar tactic. There was one thing, however that she just couldn’t shake: How had the ship gotten there? The engines were barely held together well enough to keep the ship at a shaky hover, but they’d have had to have gone at least three times the speed of light to get to Terra from where they had been left in such a small amount of time.

She was running and contemplating her dream and how it had been oddly prophetic when a missile hit the ground just feet from where she was. It landed, and started beeping. As she began the mad sprint away from the bomb it exploded, throwing her into a tree. The air was knocked out of her lungs, and she could feel her ribs already trying to heal, but the small fractures that would be able to heal without vitamins, food intake and antibiotic drugs were nothing compared to the fact that she knew a few ribs were legitimately snapped in two, and one was in her lung. She found a broken wrist as she moved to pull the rib from her lung, and passed out moments after she managed to get her other arm out from under her to try to use that hand to pull the rib out.

***

Shadianna screamed in pain as a foot collided with her good side. More her better side. The side without the punctured lung. As she looked up at her attacker, blood gushed into her eyes from a reopened head wound, but in the instant before the blood cascaded from behind the feeble scab she saw him: the pale man.

“I’ll enjoy watching a practically impossible to kill person die. I really will,” He said, plunging a needle into her arm. She was in so much pain that she barely felt the prick, but her already blurry vision swam as he stood up, then all was white.

Hoy se estrena en España, dos dias antes que en el resto del mundo, Luna Nueva segunda parte de la saga Crepúsculo.

La  saga narra la historia de amor entre el vampiro Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson)  y Bella Swan (Kristen Stewart)  una chica “rara” que siempre se ha sentido diferente al resto.

Tras “Crepúsculo”, primera entrega, llega Luna nueva donde nuevos peligros y amenazas intentan acabar con el amor entre Edward y Bella.

Resulta especialmente  llamativo que antena 3 y Aurum hayan decidido, y que el resto de países y personas implicadas lo hayan aceptado teniendo en cuenta lo que eso afecta y lo que se entiende por estreno mundial en el mundo del cine, hacer el estreno en España el 18 de noviembre en lugar del 20 de noviembre dicen que se debe como reconocimiento por el gran interés y afecto mostrado por los fans españoles pero me cuesta creer en una razón tan “débil” en un mundo tan complicado y que atraviesa momentos difíciles quiza se deba dicen algunos mal pensados a que es preferible no hacer estrenos mundiales ni referencias escandalosas a un fecha “histórica” y bastante señalada y conflictiva en España una fecha que hasta una Ley de una supuesta memoria histórica  pretende hacernos olvidar y prohibir o quiza no tenga nada que ver con eso.

Disfruten de la película y la historia de amor entre Bella y Edward…o quiza usted prefiera a Jacob…;)

Mais uma noite de apresentações e nessa semana tivemos a participação do público colocando em perigo três casais.

Sobre a noite de apresentações, foi uma noite de supresas tanto boas quanto más, já que alguns que se davam por vencidos mostraram que tem potencial e outros casais fortes demonstraram suas fraquezas.

Melhores da Noite – Ashleigh & Jakob – Jazz

Piores da Noite – Ellenore & Ryan – Hip-Hop

Na noite de eliminação os casais colocados para dançar para continuar na competição foram Karen & Kevin (o que achei injusto, mas entendi pelo fato de terem sido os primeiros a dançar e o povo sempre esquece), Pauline & Peter (que não foram tão bem e não criaram identificação com o público) e Ellenore & Ryan (que apesar de serem bons, foram péssimos na noite anterior)

Pauline e Peter acabaram sendo os eliminados da noite.

*Gasp* my first deskJake. Feels like I’m ‘cheating’. A friend of @HeidiForReal (sorry, forgot the name) wanted a deskJake. Hope you like it!

Download deskJake here (1920 x 1200)

Hej alla!
Nu är jag hemma i lägenheten en snabbis innan jag ska iväg igen.
Idag jobbade jag 8-16 och sen tränade jag rygg och biceps med Elin på Golds gym.
Och nu är jag som sagt bara hemma för att äta lite thaimat innan jag, Jakob och Hinken ska dra till ..

Hörs när vi kommer hem igen!

Ciao

Kikiano practically purred as she lay on the couch with her head on Shadianna’s lap, facing out.  Shadianna was rubbing her back idly with one hand, and reading a book plate with the other.  “Mmm, what are you reading?”  Kikiano asked, grinning and moving into the hand as Shadianna started scratching her back versus running her hand over it.

“Boring stuff, just the news,” Shadianna replied, distracted.

“Did you leave a present for someone to find?”  Kikiano asked, “You usually don’t stay even a whole day, nonetheless agree to park all night,”

“Can’t I just miss my dear friend and bunkmate?”  Shadianna asked with a teasing edge in her voice, “We did live together for nearly forty years,”

“Ugh, don’t remind me, just because we don’t age doesn’t mean that I’m okay with remembering how much I should have,”  Kikiano grumped, pulling herself back to a sitting position.

“I know, deary, but looking at the people around you you should feel it every day.  Was that boy who served us grown, or was he born?”  Shadianna asked, setting down the plate and fixing her friend with a knowing look.

“Born.”  the monosyllabic reply came.

“Which means you’ve been here over forty years, isn’t that right?”

“No, I came about the time that the initial stock reached reproduction age, you should know that, I flew with you before that,”

“Before we both began to follow the legal straight and narrow,”  Shadianna grinned, with a savage little look in her eye, “I do miss the havok that we wreaked… Lucy is a good first mate, but you were amazing at gauging situations and turning the largest profit from them,”

“Ahh, but we all know that life isn’t simply about profit, don’t we?”  Kikiano sighed, as Shadianna’s face fell a bit.

“Yeah… because killing off and stealing from the people makes us no better than them… I know, and that’s why I’m still walking the ‘right’ path,”  Shadianna sighed, muttering the phrase ‘no better’ as Kikiano started more tea.

***

“Family dinner may be a misnomer in this case, but I am glad to be eating home-cooked food in my home,”  Thomas said with a grin, savagely attacking his chicken leg.  Karine had been amazed when she saw how much larger the chickens were here, they tasted the same, but they were easily as large as good-sized turkeys from her home.

“Well, I always did like to cook, it seemed a waste to keep a whole chicken to myself, especially since I borrowed your pots, pans, and spices to make the meal!”  Jakob chuckled, taking a swig from the bottled beer he had bought at the store.

“Hey now, I made the potatoes!” Karine objected, picking up her own baked potato in emphasis.

“Yeah, that was some labor intensive timing you did, deary,” Jakob replied with a grin.

“And washing…” She added with a small triumphant look, “Besides, it doesn’t take that much more effort to cook a chicken!”

“It does if you put the spices beneath the skin, but you’re right, poultry is pretty easy,”  Jakob replied.

Thomas smiled happily as they spoke, “I missed having renters around, I really did!”

“How long has the manor been empty?”  Karine asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“Only a month or two, it seems like whenever I put out an ad, someone either messes up the ad, like the paper did, or the internet glitches and I can’t post it… It’s amazing that you guys found me at all!”  Thomas chuckled.

“Indeed it is… indeed it is” mused Jakob.

***

As her crew scrubbed down the ship, Shadianna took the information from all those who would be traveling with her back to Earth, and assigned them each a bunk, writing the number on the back of their hands for clarity.  The engines were cleaned and oiled and even the floors were scrubbed with the help of some young humans looking for the approval of the ferals, who Shadianna suspected they looked up to like gods.  Nothing was ever said overtly about the matter, but it was a pesky situation that had been bound to happen.  Finally the ship was fully cleaned (which had been long overdue) and packed, and all the water had made it through the purifiers into the containment tank, meaning that they wouldn’t have to wait for water when they needed it.  Shadianna preferred to be on the leading edge of the filtering systems over the trailing edge, and clean air and water were always important.

When everything and everyone were all packed in, she stood at the end of the loading ramp with Kikiano, one on the ramp, one on the dirt.  “I’m gonna miss you up there,” Shadianna said with a sad little smile.

“I’ll miss you down here, but I’ll see you when you get back, I checked, you’ve got a shipment allocated already, they weren’t expecting you to spend a few days here.”

“Well the ship needed to be cleaned and it needed it’s annual maintenance,” Shadianna replied, “So I figured we could spend a few days with the clean air and water of Terra before returning to the filtered ship and the filtered world we call Earth.”

“You’d better get flying, I know you, you’re probably dying with all this real stuff around you,” Kikiano grinned.

Shadianna frowned in reply, “Yeah, yeah I guess you’re right,” She hugged her friend, “I’ll see you when we get back, I always come to you first,”

“Because I’m in-processing.  Everyone sees me first”

Shadianna grinned over her shoulder as she walked up the ramp, “It’s the thought that counts, right?”

“Something like that,”  Kikiano’s eyes were dark, but she had a small smile on her face, “Fly safe, Shadi, fly safe.”

***

The ship was barely off-world when they saw the other ship.  The ship they had disabled and marooned.  The ship captained by a human.  Shadianna quickly closed in her passengers, and shut off communications for them.  She did this before a panic arose, and silently, in the hopes that they’d never even notice.

“Hello dearest,”  The man said over the comm line.  Shadianna gasped as his face came into focus.  It was impossible, his human frame could have never made it that distance, even in a ship that wasn’t shot to hell.  “Miss me?”  He asked with a cold grin, Shadianna was too stunned for words, too stunned for thoughts.  Her crew was shooting off the incoming missiles, and Lucy was bringing them back into orbit, but Shadianna was mesmerized by his pale eyes.

The dining hall of the facility, a few hundred yards away from the accepting lab, was all neutral colors, beige walls, rough hewn long wooden tables, and similar benches.  The room was long, with two rows of tables down either side, and a large window leading into another room with a countertop as the bottom.  Shadianna and her crew followed Kikiano to the window where they met an obviously human man.

“He looks fully grown, how old is he?”  Lucy whispered to Kikiano

“He’s only 19, but he makes a mean meal, I tell ya” Kikiano smiled widely and winked at the crew, “Hey, Brutus, I need meals for these fine folks, it’d be a shame for them to starve to death before they leave the surface!”  She grinned again.

“We’re really not supposed to feed the ship crews though… it’s against the rules…”  Brutus said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Honey,” Kikiano said, leaning against the counter with her arms under her chest, which pulled them up and loosened her shirt more than a little, “I helped to make the rules, whyever don’t I have the authority to break them?  I’m just looking for a little something to tide them over, most of these foods are amazing and foreign to them as it is, so it wouldn’t be hard to impress them, now would it?” She asked, tilting her head in such a way that she was looking up from behind her bangs, fluttering her eyelashes.

“Oh… Well… Yeah… Okay, Ma’am, I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” The young man said, smiling a bit, “So some stew, then?”  He proceeded in serving the crew large bowls of beef stew with bread and some of the drinks that had just been delivered.

As they ate (mostly with groans of pleasure at the fresh foods, whose like they almost never had), Lucy turned to Kikiano, “Maybe you can tell me, as the captain won’t, why you both wear those,” She asked, pointing to their forearms, where they both had what were basically arm warmers, Kikiano’s were pull-on a soft, blue fabric that matched her dress, and Shadianna’s were the same hard leather as her vest, laced with super strong red silk ribbon, the same kind that held her dark tawny hair up in a pony tail.

“You were born, weren’t you, deary?”  Kikiano asked, not offering a ready response.

“Yeah… the whole crew was, right?”  Lucy asked, looking to her other crewsmen who nodded over their bowls.

“The crew yes, but the captain? No,”  Kikiano said, patiently.  Shadianna’s face was red, but unreadable, she seemed to be avidly ignoring her surroundings and only paying attention to the bits of meat in her bowl.

“So…?”  Lucy went on, unsure, but persistent.

“This is why,” Kikiano said, pulling her sleeves off.  The skin underneath was paler than the rest of her, and scarred.  On the inside of each of her arms, about an inch and a half below the curve of her elbows, there was a barcode tattooed, the same code on either side, and under the barcode was an alphanumeric code, k1k1an0.

***

“You have a surprising grasp of current fashion,”  Karine grinned, chucklibg as Jakob did an overdramatic flourish as he returned to the fitting room to get input on another of his chosen outfits.

“While you were looking though the foods, I looked through one of those… magazines that they have, with all the dressed up people and the prices, so I looked for the commonalities between those outfits and the ones I saw on the surrounding people, to see which ones were over the top,”  he replied, muffled slightly as he changed shirts.

“Seems a bit… professional?”  Karine said, contemplating what he had said as she popped another candy coated chocolate into her mouth, chomping down to break the shell open and gain access to the peanut inside.

“I’m a confidence man, it’s what I do, I meld into a society, usually by asking shopkeepers what’s most popular and such, I must say, these magazine thingies are very useful indeed, though the numbers in them are much higher than the ones on these items,”  He said from inside the stall.

“Yeah, once the magazines come out with them, everyone else emulates them, only more affordably, for the working class… At least that’s how it is where I’m from,”  Karine replied, standing when Jakob came out of the stall in the clothes he had come in, holding a large pile of clothes that he obviously meant to buy.

“How do I transport them once I’ve bought them, though?  This pile represents more clothes than I think I’ve ever owned before…”

“With this,” Karine grinned, brandishing a large suitcase.

After they had paid, they sat in the deli area of the store, packing the suitcase and eating fried foods when Jakob piped up, “What was your world like?  Where are you from?”

“Well,” Karine began, “It was very like the world we’re in… I was from a country, though, not a realm, I was… am, I am from the United States of America… I’d like to say it was a big deal, but I think that we just like to think that, my country wasn’t terribly well-liked on a global scale,” she chuckled.

“I’ve only heard reports of the ocean, I’ve never even been far enough to see it… I just travelled as far and as wide as I could, walking, riding a stolen horse, or hitching a ride with gypsies.  I’ve probably gone farther than any other man on my world, but I still can’t quite grasp the idea of a ‘worldwide economy’ like you speak of,” Jakob shook his head, zipping the bag shut, “There, all packed in!  Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Karine said, dropping her chicken back onto the plate, “The food’s gonna go bad if we don’t go soon.”

***

Thomas wasn’t home yet when they reached the manor, so Karine led Jakob to his room, the room directly below his, and helped him to hang his new clothes, while they discussed things from their memory albums, which were similar, but obviously made for different people from different times.

“So that thing,” Jakob said, pointing at Karine’s notebook that was streaming some music that was very much like the rock and roll of her era, “That is a… laptop computer,” He read, “and it’s playing music?”

“Oooh ouch, sound’s like you’re not hip to the tunes, I can change what’s playing, if you want,”  She said, moving toward the dresser where the computer was perched.

“No, I actually quite like it, it’s just different than the music of my home… well honestly there isn’t much  music where I’m from, but I much prefer the sound to silence, I’m used to the woods, the little animals and the insects and the birds, there’s always a sound in the woods, but these walls seem to block out even the loudest… cars, and I don’t much care for silence like that which was in the white… not at all,”

“I agree with you there, now what is this?”  Karine asked, holding up her phone.

“That’s a wireless phone, it’s for calling people on the go,”  He said, in an almost rehearsed manner, the same way the phone representative had replied when he had asked.

“And if I say ‘cell phone,’ what am I talking about?”

“Your wireless, they called it by a different name where you’re from.”

“And where am I supposedly from?”

“Northern Rikrol, I’m from the East,”  He said smiling.

“I think we’re gonna be just fine,”  She said, turning and tensing as she heard the main door open, then relaxing as she heard Thomas’ voice.

“Do I have tennants?”  The voice floated down the hall.

“Come and meet your landlord, he asks surprisingly few big questions,” Karine smiled, shutting the laptop, cutting off the music.

“A man of discretion, I can get behind that stance,” Jakob said, rising from the bed and following her out the room.

An diesem Wochenende durfte ich für disorderedkitten.com nach München zum HVB Jugendtreff in der Münchener Olympiahalle fahren. Das Programm hatte den Schwerpunkt Twilight und wurde im Rahmen des Sechs Tage Rennen München abgehalten. Die Halle war brechend voll, was allerdings bei dem vollgepacktem Rahmenprogramm kein Wunder war. Hauptveranstalter war an diesem Tag die HypoVereinsbank, welche es geschafft hat die Hauptdarsteller des Vampirfilms “Twilight, Biss zum Morgengrauen” das erste mal nach Deutschland zu holen. Dementsprechend war der Andrang der jugendlichen Damen selbstverständlich groß.

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