Post by Eden Morgan on Oct 2, 2009 18:33:38 GMT -5
Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack.
Lilith’s four-inch heels echo down the hall as they strike what she assumes to be linoleum flooring in the hospital. The nurses at the station she passes glare at her, either for wearing such impractical footwear, nurses know about footwear after all, or for making so much noise and potentially disturbing their patients. She fixes them with a curled-lip smile, her look snide and condescending as she continues on her way.
Honestly, you would think they would be happy I’ve even graced these atrocious floors with my pristine feet.
The thought makes her toss her head, her wavy dark hair flying back out of her piercing eyes and over the shoulder of her black custom-made, and very flattering, business suit. She winds her way through the maze of halls that all hospitals seem to have before coming to a stop in front of the gift shop. A heavy sigh escapes her pouting lips as she studies the little shop critically through the window before entering, a distasteful look on her face. Her spine straightens even more and she enters the shop, her look of distaste growing as her dainty nose smells something cloying and offensive. Cheap air freshener. Honestly, could there be anything worse. Lilith closes her eyes and shudders, trying to block the smell out, but in the end it’s futile and she decides to conclude her business here quickly. To that end, she moves quickly to the counter and the clerk.
Clerk: How may I help you?
Lilith: First off, you can get rid of whatever that horrible smell is and never use it again. It is positively offensive!
Clerk: I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t know what you could be smelling. We don’t use an air freshener in here, we don’t even carry candles. Maybe it’s my new perfume, it is a little strong.
Lilith stares at the woman, a horrified expression on her face, whether it’s from the fact that she has discovered the scent comes from a perfume and not from air freshener, or because the woman openly admitted to wearing such a horrid scent it is unapparent. Perhaps both.
Lilith: A little? Where did you get it, Bargain Buck? You should never buy something that’s called Eau de Whore, dear.
The clerk’s face turns red from a mix of embarrassment and anger.
Clerk: Are you going to buy something or are you just here to insult me?
Lilith laughs at her obvious discomfort.
Lilith: Oh no, dear, I can multitask. And I need a balloon. A “Get Well Soon” one, or something equally cliché.
Lilith waits for the requested item, tapping her toe and looking at her nails in boredom, her impatience showing. The clerk rushes off for the requested item, eager to get the mouthy bitch out of the shop. Back in record time, she starts to ring Lilith up, but Lilith holds up a hand.
Lilith: No, no, no. That won’t do at all. Those colors clash. Now, try again, and this time I expect better.
The clerk stares at her, her mouth agape as if she can’t believe this woman is for real before rolling her eyes and moving off to find another balloon. Lilith rolls her eyes also, letting out an exasperated huff of air as she digs in her tiny and very useless designer purse for her nail file.
Lilith: It’s so hard to find good help these days.
Finally the clerk returns with the requested balloon. Lilith casts a bored glance up at it but says nothing. Assuming this one meets with approval, the clerk starts to ring it up, but is stopped when Lilith slams her hand down on the counter.
Lilith: No, no, no!
Lilith punctuates each negative with a slap of the counter. The clerk raises an eyebrow at her.
Clerk: Is there a problem, ma’am?
Lilith: Yes there is. You didn’t ask me if that would be all. I might want something else.
The clerk closes her eyes and prays for patience. Her words come through gritted teeth.
Clerk: I’m sorry, ma’am. Is there something else I can help you with?
Lilith rolls her eyes again and gives the clerk a disgusted look.
Lilith: No, that’s all. Now hurry up and ring me up.
The clerk stares at Lilith, wondering if there are horns underneath all of that perfectly coifed hair before punching buttons in the cash register.
Clerk: That’ll be $8.50, ma’am.
Lilith digs haphazardly in her purse and fishes out a $20, flicking it haphazardly at the clerk before reaching daintily for the balloon, almost as if she is afraid it will taint her in some way, and turning to go.
Lilith: Keep the change and splurge on some new perfume, dear.
Behind her, the shop clerk’s hands clench into fists as she stares holes into the back of the retreating woman.
Back on the floors, Lilith’s heels again pick up the rhythm they had taken on before. She glances at the balloon she is carrying and smirks at it.
How tacky. Ah well, it is going to her.
Lilith winds her way through the halls again to her destination. She stands before the door, straightening her jacket top and fluffing her hair. Better to look unbelievably hot as her adversary would definitely look undeniably the opposite, having been through what she had and being in the hospital this length of time. She closes her eyes briefly and schools her face, her whole demeanor changing. Raising a hand, she softly knocks on the door, almost as if unsure. When a greeting is called out, she enters the room and quickly scans it.
Great, there’s no one else here. Well, no one else except… that and her.
The “that” she is referring to happens to be one Zimmermann, KvK’s one man security task force who has now been assigned to the protection of “her” being one Miss Jezebel Saint. They both look questioningly at the new entrant, Zimmermann with a look of confusion on his face.
Jezebel: Can I help you?
Lilith: Are you Jezebel?
Jezebel: Last time I checked. Who wants to know?
Lilith gives her a blindingly friendly smile before moving forward, her hand out to clasp one of Jezebel’s.
Lilith: I’m so glad to finally meet you! I’m Lilith, I’m new to GIW. When I heard about what had happened to you, I had to come see you. That was just so… horrifying. You must be so strong to have survived it. We girls have to stick together.
My damn face is going to break under all this smiling. What does Salem see in her? She looks like a gutter slut. And those trashy tattoos… I was right. White trash and stupid to boot.
Lilith’s continues to smile, a smile that reaches her eyes, despite her thoughts. Jezebel looks at her uncertainly at first, but then takes her hand and shakes it, smiling back slightly.
Jezebel: Thanks. Well… I’m Jez… so what brings you to GIW?
Lilith sighs heavily and moves around the bed to sit next to Jezebel as if getting ready to tell a story. And indeed she is.
Lilith: It’s a long story. I’m not new to this business. In fact, I’ve been in it for many years in one way or another. This business… it’s a blessing and a curse. It’s so wonderful one minute and the next… well it can ruin relationships. You could say it caused my divorce. But, I’m here to make things right. I only hope he’ll be open to giving us a second chance. I don’t know what I’ll do if he isn’t.
Jezebel looks confused by Lilith’s speech.
Jezebel: I’m sorry, who?
Lilith laughs, a tinkling joyful sound.
Lilith: Oh, silly me, blathering on and not really telling you anything. You see, I’ve been in federations with several of these men in GIW. They are a great bunch and so talented. No wonder I lost my heart to one of them. We were happily married for a couples years and then… this business, it makes things hard. He found someone else. I have no idea who she is or if he’s even still with her, but I want to get him back. We deserve another chance together.
Jezebel: Fight for what you want and don’t give up! That’s awesome that you’re trying to patch things up. Maybe I can help, who is it?
Lilith: Would you? That would be great! I knew we would be friends! Well, in the old days he used to go by the name of “Boogeyman”, but now I believe he’s changed it to “Salem.” Isn’t that crazy, someone actually named their child Salem? But I love him anyway. You know, there are just some things that a platinum, diamond-encrusted vibrator can’t do.
Lilith gives a little conspiratorial laugh, but Jezebel hasn’t heard anything beyond Salem. What the fuck was going on?
Jezebel: I’m sorry, did you say Salem?
Jezebel shoots a glance at Zimmermann, who she affectionately calls “Zimmy.” He just shrugs his shoulders, his look curious as Lilith nods.
Lilith: Yes, do you know him?
Jezebel: You could say that.
Lilith: Oh great, then you can help me! It’s been rough since he left me. I’ve missed him so much, but he won’t speak to me, or even listen to what I have to say. When he does speak to me, his words… are so hurtful! I swear, my heart breaks each time he opens his mouth. How can a man go from being so loving one moment to so hateful the next? It’s unbearable! But I know it isn’t his fault. He’s just a man and he was lured away from me by an evil temptress!
Jezebel: Is that a fact?
Lilith nods her head vigorously before her face crumbles and she bursts into tears. She starts digging in her little purse for a tissue.
Lilith: Oh… I’m so sorry to get all emotional like this, but I don’t know what to do. I need a friend so badly, and I was hoping you could help me.
Jezebel just stares at her, dumbfounded by this shock she has just received. Lilith watches her from beneath her lashes, a small smile forming on her lips, hidden by the tissue. She jumps in surprise as a large arm drapes around her and she finds that the “that” has scooted over quite close to her and has tears in his eyes.
Zimmy: Zat Zalem! He is zo full of scheisse! Horrible, horrible man!
Zimmermann proceeds to break into loud, sobs, much to Jezebel and Lilith’s shock and dismay.
Zimmy: I never knew my muzzah!
It is at precisely this point that the door opens and KvK strolls in. He stops, takes a look at the scene at hand, and closes the door slowly behind him. He addresses Zimmermann first.
KvK: You ass, you just talked to your mother last week! Sup, Lily.
Zimmermann sniffles again.
Zimmy: Vell, I didn’t vant her to cry alone.
KvK: Yeah, yeah… what the fuck are you doing here? I figured I’d see you around at some point, but didn’t think you’d show up here. Salem is going to be pissed!
KvK looks somewhat gleeful at his last words, but before Lilith can speak, Jezebel speaks up.
Jezebel: You know this woman, Klaus?
Lilith: Well of course he does! I’m Salem’s wife.
KvK: Ex-wife.
Lilith waves her hand at him, dismissing what he has said.
Lilith: A mere technicality, I am still his wife in my heart.
KvK: A heart? Since when, Lily?
Lilith glares at KvK.
Lilith: Please don’t call me, Lily. It sounds so… low-class.
KvK just grins at her.
KvK: So… why are you here? Why aren’t you out somewhere doing some therapeutic shopping for your match or some shit?
Lilith: Well, if you must know, I heard about poor Jezebel’s plight and I just had to come and see her and I wanted to make friends with her.
She gives Jezebel a glowy smile. Jezebel smiles back, but it is forced and the look she gives Klaus says one thing: Help me! KvK laughs.
KvK: I’m sure you do.
Lilith speaks up, not letting KvK finish whatever was about to come out of his mouth next.
Lilith: As for my match, I’m far from worried about it. A witch woman, voodoo? I mean, seriously? Klaus, regardless of our past, you know I’m an old pro. She’s going to need more than hexes, hopes, and wishes to beat me.
Jezebel basically ignores Lilith’s speech as she watches Klaus who has started to sway a bit and is looking decidedly… blank.
Oh, fuck, please tell me he didn’t take all those pills at the same time!
What Lilith didn’t know, was that before she had come into the room so breezily, KvK had been visiting Jezebel. Craving a cigarette, she had bribed Klaus out of the rest of his pack AND his lighter by giving him some pills she had started cheeking since she was out of her dream state. Having acquired them, KvK said he was going for a smoke break, but he must have taken them. And now we’re all up to speed. Finally, Lilith notices something is up with KvK.
Lilith: Klaus… are you okay? Silly question, it’s you, but I mean are you feeling yourself?
KvK chuckles blankly.
KvK: How about a hug Lily, for old times sake?
Lilith raises an eyebrow and shakes her head.
Lilith: Uhh… I don’t think so.
KvK: Awww come on!
KvK doesn’t give her a choice as he stumbles over to her and pulls her up from the couch, purse and all to give her an enormous hug, complete with back pounding action.
KvK: Ahhhh that’s the good stuff! Hey, that’s mine!
KvK shoves Lilith back, snatching her purse as he does so and rifling through it, coming up triumphant with his luchador mask.
KvK: Aha!
Lilith: What the fuck? How the hell did that get in my purse?
Jezebel: Oh shit…
Zimmy: Yes, scheisse…
KvK ignores them all and stares at the mask, like a lost love found.
KvK: I knew we would meet again! Hahahahahaha!
KvK laughs wildly as he dons the mask, looking around the room with eyes gone wild. Everyone stares at him, mouths agape.
KvK: It is I, El Phantasmo!
KvK/El Phantasmo turns swiftly, somehow more able to control his balance now, and searches the room for something.
El Phantasmo: Where is my blasted cape?! Ah well, this will do until I can find it!
He snatches up one of the fresh hospital gowns that has been laid out for Jezebel’s use and ties it around his neck, posing in a Zorro-type pose once finished.
El Phantasmo: Dios Mio, I have missed this! And now, to feel the wind in my hair again!
Without warning, he runs and takes a leap straight through the window of the room.
Jezebel: Klaus what the fuck!
Zimmy: Boss, neine!
Lilith just sits where she is, aghast and yet amused.
Well that’s one out of the way. And to think, she did it for me.
Jezebel moves carefully out of her bed, dragging her IV pole with her, and moves over next to Zimmermann, looking out the empty hole that is now the window.
Jezebel: Thankfully, my room is on the first floor.
Zimmermann nods in agreement as they both watch KvK, excuse me, El Phantasmo, flop around on the grass in the courtyard area of the hospital, screaming that he’s flying. Jezebel suppresses a giggle and can’t fight the urge to shout at him.
Jezebel: Shark!
El Phantasmo’s movements grow quicker and more exaggerated.
El Phantasmo: Shark?! A flying shark?! They fly?! Oh, so it is you, my arch nemesis, The Shark! Ole!
He darts around for a while, fighting some imaginary foe luchadore named The Shark. Jezebel shakes her head and moves back from the window.
Jezebel: I need a cigarette.
So saying, she plops down on the arm of the couch and, reaching inside the air condition vent, pulls out her hidden stash. She lights one up, careful to make sure the smoke goes out the window.
Jezebel: Well, at least he made me a vent.
Lilith has trouble hiding her distaste for the scene.
God, that idiot’s screaming is giving me a headache!
She motions to Zimmermann.
Lilith: Can’t you do something about your employer.
Zimmermann shakes his head.
Zimmy: Nein. I am supposed to be vatching Miss Saint.
Lilith: I don’t think you understand, ogre. He’s giving me a headache. Remove him!
Jezebel stares at Lilith suspiciously, not liking her tone. Realizing she may have blown her cover, Lilith smiles blindingly at Jezebel.
Lilith: I’m so sorry, I get very irritable when I have headaches.
Jezebel: Uh huh.
Zimmermann moves off through the window after his boss, scooping him up in the middle of the “fight” and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
El Phantasmo: You’ll never defeat m-
It is at that exact moment, with Zimmermann outside hefting up KvK/Phantasmo, Jez sitting near the now very open window in her hospital gown smoking a cigarette, and Lilith sitting near her, that Jet chooses to enter the room. It is no wonder his face quickly turns to one of incredulity at the scene displayed before him.
Jet: What… the… hell?!
Lilith: I think that’s my cue to leave.
Lilith rises and moves off, but Jezebel doesn’t notice, choking as she is on her cigarette and looking guiltily at Jet. In the courtyard, Phantasmo never finished his challenge as he passed out halfway through and is now slumbering over Zimmy’s shoulder. Lilith heads toward the door, but eyeing Jet, she pauses to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.
Lilith: You’re cute.
Winking at him, she slinks out of the room, confident that she has indeed caused problems here today. Jet recovers from his previous shock and can finally comment on the situation at hand.
Jet: You’re smoking?!
Lilith’s four-inch heels echo down the hall as they strike what she assumes to be linoleum flooring in the hospital. The nurses at the station she passes glare at her, either for wearing such impractical footwear, nurses know about footwear after all, or for making so much noise and potentially disturbing their patients. She fixes them with a curled-lip smile, her look snide and condescending as she continues on her way.
Honestly, you would think they would be happy I’ve even graced these atrocious floors with my pristine feet.
The thought makes her toss her head, her wavy dark hair flying back out of her piercing eyes and over the shoulder of her black custom-made, and very flattering, business suit. She winds her way through the maze of halls that all hospitals seem to have before coming to a stop in front of the gift shop. A heavy sigh escapes her pouting lips as she studies the little shop critically through the window before entering, a distasteful look on her face. Her spine straightens even more and she enters the shop, her look of distaste growing as her dainty nose smells something cloying and offensive. Cheap air freshener. Honestly, could there be anything worse. Lilith closes her eyes and shudders, trying to block the smell out, but in the end it’s futile and she decides to conclude her business here quickly. To that end, she moves quickly to the counter and the clerk.
Clerk: How may I help you?
Lilith: First off, you can get rid of whatever that horrible smell is and never use it again. It is positively offensive!
Clerk: I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t know what you could be smelling. We don’t use an air freshener in here, we don’t even carry candles. Maybe it’s my new perfume, it is a little strong.
Lilith stares at the woman, a horrified expression on her face, whether it’s from the fact that she has discovered the scent comes from a perfume and not from air freshener, or because the woman openly admitted to wearing such a horrid scent it is unapparent. Perhaps both.
Lilith: A little? Where did you get it, Bargain Buck? You should never buy something that’s called Eau de Whore, dear.
The clerk’s face turns red from a mix of embarrassment and anger.
Clerk: Are you going to buy something or are you just here to insult me?
Lilith laughs at her obvious discomfort.
Lilith: Oh no, dear, I can multitask. And I need a balloon. A “Get Well Soon” one, or something equally cliché.
Lilith waits for the requested item, tapping her toe and looking at her nails in boredom, her impatience showing. The clerk rushes off for the requested item, eager to get the mouthy bitch out of the shop. Back in record time, she starts to ring Lilith up, but Lilith holds up a hand.
Lilith: No, no, no. That won’t do at all. Those colors clash. Now, try again, and this time I expect better.
The clerk stares at her, her mouth agape as if she can’t believe this woman is for real before rolling her eyes and moving off to find another balloon. Lilith rolls her eyes also, letting out an exasperated huff of air as she digs in her tiny and very useless designer purse for her nail file.
Lilith: It’s so hard to find good help these days.
Finally the clerk returns with the requested balloon. Lilith casts a bored glance up at it but says nothing. Assuming this one meets with approval, the clerk starts to ring it up, but is stopped when Lilith slams her hand down on the counter.
Lilith: No, no, no!
Lilith punctuates each negative with a slap of the counter. The clerk raises an eyebrow at her.
Clerk: Is there a problem, ma’am?
Lilith: Yes there is. You didn’t ask me if that would be all. I might want something else.
The clerk closes her eyes and prays for patience. Her words come through gritted teeth.
Clerk: I’m sorry, ma’am. Is there something else I can help you with?
Lilith rolls her eyes again and gives the clerk a disgusted look.
Lilith: No, that’s all. Now hurry up and ring me up.
The clerk stares at Lilith, wondering if there are horns underneath all of that perfectly coifed hair before punching buttons in the cash register.
Clerk: That’ll be $8.50, ma’am.
Lilith digs haphazardly in her purse and fishes out a $20, flicking it haphazardly at the clerk before reaching daintily for the balloon, almost as if she is afraid it will taint her in some way, and turning to go.
Lilith: Keep the change and splurge on some new perfume, dear.
Behind her, the shop clerk’s hands clench into fists as she stares holes into the back of the retreating woman.
Back on the floors, Lilith’s heels again pick up the rhythm they had taken on before. She glances at the balloon she is carrying and smirks at it.
How tacky. Ah well, it is going to her.
Lilith winds her way through the halls again to her destination. She stands before the door, straightening her jacket top and fluffing her hair. Better to look unbelievably hot as her adversary would definitely look undeniably the opposite, having been through what she had and being in the hospital this length of time. She closes her eyes briefly and schools her face, her whole demeanor changing. Raising a hand, she softly knocks on the door, almost as if unsure. When a greeting is called out, she enters the room and quickly scans it.
Great, there’s no one else here. Well, no one else except… that and her.
The “that” she is referring to happens to be one Zimmermann, KvK’s one man security task force who has now been assigned to the protection of “her” being one Miss Jezebel Saint. They both look questioningly at the new entrant, Zimmermann with a look of confusion on his face.
Jezebel: Can I help you?
Lilith: Are you Jezebel?
Jezebel: Last time I checked. Who wants to know?
Lilith gives her a blindingly friendly smile before moving forward, her hand out to clasp one of Jezebel’s.
Lilith: I’m so glad to finally meet you! I’m Lilith, I’m new to GIW. When I heard about what had happened to you, I had to come see you. That was just so… horrifying. You must be so strong to have survived it. We girls have to stick together.
My damn face is going to break under all this smiling. What does Salem see in her? She looks like a gutter slut. And those trashy tattoos… I was right. White trash and stupid to boot.
Lilith’s continues to smile, a smile that reaches her eyes, despite her thoughts. Jezebel looks at her uncertainly at first, but then takes her hand and shakes it, smiling back slightly.
Jezebel: Thanks. Well… I’m Jez… so what brings you to GIW?
Lilith sighs heavily and moves around the bed to sit next to Jezebel as if getting ready to tell a story. And indeed she is.
Lilith: It’s a long story. I’m not new to this business. In fact, I’ve been in it for many years in one way or another. This business… it’s a blessing and a curse. It’s so wonderful one minute and the next… well it can ruin relationships. You could say it caused my divorce. But, I’m here to make things right. I only hope he’ll be open to giving us a second chance. I don’t know what I’ll do if he isn’t.
Jezebel looks confused by Lilith’s speech.
Jezebel: I’m sorry, who?
Lilith laughs, a tinkling joyful sound.
Lilith: Oh, silly me, blathering on and not really telling you anything. You see, I’ve been in federations with several of these men in GIW. They are a great bunch and so talented. No wonder I lost my heart to one of them. We were happily married for a couples years and then… this business, it makes things hard. He found someone else. I have no idea who she is or if he’s even still with her, but I want to get him back. We deserve another chance together.
Jezebel: Fight for what you want and don’t give up! That’s awesome that you’re trying to patch things up. Maybe I can help, who is it?
Lilith: Would you? That would be great! I knew we would be friends! Well, in the old days he used to go by the name of “Boogeyman”, but now I believe he’s changed it to “Salem.” Isn’t that crazy, someone actually named their child Salem? But I love him anyway. You know, there are just some things that a platinum, diamond-encrusted vibrator can’t do.
Lilith gives a little conspiratorial laugh, but Jezebel hasn’t heard anything beyond Salem. What the fuck was going on?
Jezebel: I’m sorry, did you say Salem?
Jezebel shoots a glance at Zimmermann, who she affectionately calls “Zimmy.” He just shrugs his shoulders, his look curious as Lilith nods.
Lilith: Yes, do you know him?
Jezebel: You could say that.
Lilith: Oh great, then you can help me! It’s been rough since he left me. I’ve missed him so much, but he won’t speak to me, or even listen to what I have to say. When he does speak to me, his words… are so hurtful! I swear, my heart breaks each time he opens his mouth. How can a man go from being so loving one moment to so hateful the next? It’s unbearable! But I know it isn’t his fault. He’s just a man and he was lured away from me by an evil temptress!
Jezebel: Is that a fact?
Lilith nods her head vigorously before her face crumbles and she bursts into tears. She starts digging in her little purse for a tissue.
Lilith: Oh… I’m so sorry to get all emotional like this, but I don’t know what to do. I need a friend so badly, and I was hoping you could help me.
Jezebel just stares at her, dumbfounded by this shock she has just received. Lilith watches her from beneath her lashes, a small smile forming on her lips, hidden by the tissue. She jumps in surprise as a large arm drapes around her and she finds that the “that” has scooted over quite close to her and has tears in his eyes.
Zimmy: Zat Zalem! He is zo full of scheisse! Horrible, horrible man!
Zimmermann proceeds to break into loud, sobs, much to Jezebel and Lilith’s shock and dismay.
Zimmy: I never knew my muzzah!
It is at precisely this point that the door opens and KvK strolls in. He stops, takes a look at the scene at hand, and closes the door slowly behind him. He addresses Zimmermann first.
KvK: You ass, you just talked to your mother last week! Sup, Lily.
Zimmermann sniffles again.
Zimmy: Vell, I didn’t vant her to cry alone.
KvK: Yeah, yeah… what the fuck are you doing here? I figured I’d see you around at some point, but didn’t think you’d show up here. Salem is going to be pissed!
KvK looks somewhat gleeful at his last words, but before Lilith can speak, Jezebel speaks up.
Jezebel: You know this woman, Klaus?
Lilith: Well of course he does! I’m Salem’s wife.
KvK: Ex-wife.
Lilith waves her hand at him, dismissing what he has said.
Lilith: A mere technicality, I am still his wife in my heart.
KvK: A heart? Since when, Lily?
Lilith glares at KvK.
Lilith: Please don’t call me, Lily. It sounds so… low-class.
KvK just grins at her.
KvK: So… why are you here? Why aren’t you out somewhere doing some therapeutic shopping for your match or some shit?
Lilith: Well, if you must know, I heard about poor Jezebel’s plight and I just had to come and see her and I wanted to make friends with her.
She gives Jezebel a glowy smile. Jezebel smiles back, but it is forced and the look she gives Klaus says one thing: Help me! KvK laughs.
KvK: I’m sure you do.
Lilith speaks up, not letting KvK finish whatever was about to come out of his mouth next.
Lilith: As for my match, I’m far from worried about it. A witch woman, voodoo? I mean, seriously? Klaus, regardless of our past, you know I’m an old pro. She’s going to need more than hexes, hopes, and wishes to beat me.
Jezebel basically ignores Lilith’s speech as she watches Klaus who has started to sway a bit and is looking decidedly… blank.
Oh, fuck, please tell me he didn’t take all those pills at the same time!
What Lilith didn’t know, was that before she had come into the room so breezily, KvK had been visiting Jezebel. Craving a cigarette, she had bribed Klaus out of the rest of his pack AND his lighter by giving him some pills she had started cheeking since she was out of her dream state. Having acquired them, KvK said he was going for a smoke break, but he must have taken them. And now we’re all up to speed. Finally, Lilith notices something is up with KvK.
Lilith: Klaus… are you okay? Silly question, it’s you, but I mean are you feeling yourself?
KvK chuckles blankly.
KvK: How about a hug Lily, for old times sake?
Lilith raises an eyebrow and shakes her head.
Lilith: Uhh… I don’t think so.
KvK: Awww come on!
KvK doesn’t give her a choice as he stumbles over to her and pulls her up from the couch, purse and all to give her an enormous hug, complete with back pounding action.
KvK: Ahhhh that’s the good stuff! Hey, that’s mine!
KvK shoves Lilith back, snatching her purse as he does so and rifling through it, coming up triumphant with his luchador mask.
KvK: Aha!
Lilith: What the fuck? How the hell did that get in my purse?
Jezebel: Oh shit…
Zimmy: Yes, scheisse…
KvK ignores them all and stares at the mask, like a lost love found.
KvK: I knew we would meet again! Hahahahahaha!
KvK laughs wildly as he dons the mask, looking around the room with eyes gone wild. Everyone stares at him, mouths agape.
KvK: It is I, El Phantasmo!
KvK/El Phantasmo turns swiftly, somehow more able to control his balance now, and searches the room for something.
El Phantasmo: Where is my blasted cape?! Ah well, this will do until I can find it!
He snatches up one of the fresh hospital gowns that has been laid out for Jezebel’s use and ties it around his neck, posing in a Zorro-type pose once finished.
El Phantasmo: Dios Mio, I have missed this! And now, to feel the wind in my hair again!
Without warning, he runs and takes a leap straight through the window of the room.
Jezebel: Klaus what the fuck!
Zimmy: Boss, neine!
Lilith just sits where she is, aghast and yet amused.
Well that’s one out of the way. And to think, she did it for me.
Jezebel moves carefully out of her bed, dragging her IV pole with her, and moves over next to Zimmermann, looking out the empty hole that is now the window.
Jezebel: Thankfully, my room is on the first floor.
Zimmermann nods in agreement as they both watch KvK, excuse me, El Phantasmo, flop around on the grass in the courtyard area of the hospital, screaming that he’s flying. Jezebel suppresses a giggle and can’t fight the urge to shout at him.
Jezebel: Shark!
El Phantasmo’s movements grow quicker and more exaggerated.
El Phantasmo: Shark?! A flying shark?! They fly?! Oh, so it is you, my arch nemesis, The Shark! Ole!
He darts around for a while, fighting some imaginary foe luchadore named The Shark. Jezebel shakes her head and moves back from the window.
Jezebel: I need a cigarette.
So saying, she plops down on the arm of the couch and, reaching inside the air condition vent, pulls out her hidden stash. She lights one up, careful to make sure the smoke goes out the window.
Jezebel: Well, at least he made me a vent.
Lilith has trouble hiding her distaste for the scene.
God, that idiot’s screaming is giving me a headache!
She motions to Zimmermann.
Lilith: Can’t you do something about your employer.
Zimmermann shakes his head.
Zimmy: Nein. I am supposed to be vatching Miss Saint.
Lilith: I don’t think you understand, ogre. He’s giving me a headache. Remove him!
Jezebel stares at Lilith suspiciously, not liking her tone. Realizing she may have blown her cover, Lilith smiles blindingly at Jezebel.
Lilith: I’m so sorry, I get very irritable when I have headaches.
Jezebel: Uh huh.
Zimmermann moves off through the window after his boss, scooping him up in the middle of the “fight” and tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
El Phantasmo: You’ll never defeat m-
It is at that exact moment, with Zimmermann outside hefting up KvK/Phantasmo, Jez sitting near the now very open window in her hospital gown smoking a cigarette, and Lilith sitting near her, that Jet chooses to enter the room. It is no wonder his face quickly turns to one of incredulity at the scene displayed before him.
Jet: What… the… hell?!
Lilith: I think that’s my cue to leave.
Lilith rises and moves off, but Jezebel doesn’t notice, choking as she is on her cigarette and looking guiltily at Jet. In the courtyard, Phantasmo never finished his challenge as he passed out halfway through and is now slumbering over Zimmy’s shoulder. Lilith heads toward the door, but eyeing Jet, she pauses to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.
Lilith: You’re cute.
Winking at him, she slinks out of the room, confident that she has indeed caused problems here today. Jet recovers from his previous shock and can finally comment on the situation at hand.
Jet: You’re smoking?!