Begin personal log, Monday June 1st 111.
The video log begins, showing a view of Kimochi's bedroom. The bed itself is a huge clear glass four-poster. Kimochi steps away from the camera drone and sits down on the bed, beginning to remove her shoes. The glass of the bed turns a subtle shade of light pink when she sits on it.
If the colour of the bed didn't tell you already, I'm in a rather good mood. I had a wonderful time on Friday night, and I'm feeling much better about... Well, everything. Among other things I've made my peace with all the unpleasantness concerning Vince and Kelsy. As far as I'm concerned, I want them to be very happy together.
She kicks off both shoes and swings her legs up onto the bed so that she's lying on her back. She looks at the ceiling while she speaks.
Speaking of Friday night... Koronakesh brought a friend home to play - Aefee I think her name was. A Praetorian friend of his who decided it'd be a good idea to try some of Vince's 80% proof Absinthe, and nearly ended up in the infirmary. I visited Koro's apartment with some fresh clothes for her and checked her out... She was lucky. I'm a little annoyed that I've not recieved a thankyou at all, both for helping Koro look after the poor thing and for the clothes I gave her. Still, she is a Praetorian so I suppose silent gratitude is the only type I could expect.
I had a chat with Koro that same night while Aefee was sleeping off the booze. He's... An interesting man. Confused... Somewhat lost I think. And he most definately has no idea what he wants... Both from life and from women. He's quite charming though, in his own way... he's been making it fairly obvious that he's interested in me but given his track record I'm very much erring on the side of caution with him. I've been dancing with him a few times, and I've greatly enjoyed it... but... well... a relationship is quite honestly the last thing on my mind at the moment, especially after Vince. And Koro's last relationship ended rather suddenly and rather messily less than two weeks ago, so another relationship would probably be unwise for him as well - not that he'd listen to me if I told him that. Even without taking all that into consideration, from what I understand of him he goes through women like autocannon rounds - and I'll be damned if I'm going to end up as a notch on someone's bedpost.
She inspects one of her fingernails for a moment, her other arm supporting her head on the red silken pillow. She seems to remember something.
Oh, and I spoke to Repentence and Inara the other night too. It seems they approve of my taste in clothing... Particularly a certain black dress I wore to The Skyhook one night. I've arranged for Sebastien to pay me a visit so that he can take their measurements and discuss ideas with them for what kind of thing the might like. He's not cheap, but you definately get what you pay for with fashion design... I should be recieving a reply from him shortly to confirm if he is able to make it here. It should prove to be a fun evening... I'll have to make sure to keep the drinks cabinet stocked if I am having guests. I might even get some use out of the hot tub...
End log.
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6/01/2009
4/14/2009
Love Letters
Begin recording.
A video recording begins to play. Kimochi is sitting at her desk in her quarters, the window behind her displaying a beautiful view of the planet below. Her eyes are red, and her hair is not the sleek well-groomed mane it usually is. Her cheeks glisten slightly in the light - she has been crying. She simply sits for a moment, unsure of what to say. Finally she begins to speak, her voice quivering everso slightly.
I got your message. I don't know exactly what you wanted to make me feel with it... With any of this. Maybe what you said was true and you did love me once, or maybe you just wanted to see me cry. Either way it doesn't really matter anymore, does it? You've made your decision...
There is another pause as Kimochi attempts to gather herself. Tears start to fall from her eyes as her emotions well up inside her. Her voice quivers with a slight tone of desperation as she bares her soul infront of the camera.
I loved you, Vincent Pryce! I loved you enough to give up a loving relationship for you! I opened my heart to you and told you things I would never tell anybody else. What did I do wrong? You said you loved me, but did you mean it? Where you just playing with me? Did you just not find me attractive anymore? I really tried to be loving and supportive, but I guess it wasn't enough for you, was it!?
She appears to calm down slightly, her mood shifting dramatically from intense sadness to seething anger. She frustratedly wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, smudging her makeup. She looks straight into the camera, her eyes narrowed, and her voice carries a kind of deadly menace rarely seen in her.
Well... What's done is done, and we all have to live with our choices. I hope you and Kelsy are very happy together and live long, dull, uninteresting lives. But take this as a warning, Vincent... Stay the fuck away from me or I swear to god... I will kill you both.
She stabs at a holographic control on her desk and the video message ends, displaying the Ghost Festival logo for a moment before the screen goes blank.
A video recording begins to play. Kimochi is sitting at her desk in her quarters, the window behind her displaying a beautiful view of the planet below. Her eyes are red, and her hair is not the sleek well-groomed mane it usually is. Her cheeks glisten slightly in the light - she has been crying. She simply sits for a moment, unsure of what to say. Finally she begins to speak, her voice quivering everso slightly.
I got your message. I don't know exactly what you wanted to make me feel with it... With any of this. Maybe what you said was true and you did love me once, or maybe you just wanted to see me cry. Either way it doesn't really matter anymore, does it? You've made your decision...
There is another pause as Kimochi attempts to gather herself. Tears start to fall from her eyes as her emotions well up inside her. Her voice quivers with a slight tone of desperation as she bares her soul infront of the camera.
I loved you, Vincent Pryce! I loved you enough to give up a loving relationship for you! I opened my heart to you and told you things I would never tell anybody else. What did I do wrong? You said you loved me, but did you mean it? Where you just playing with me? Did you just not find me attractive anymore? I really tried to be loving and supportive, but I guess it wasn't enough for you, was it!?
She appears to calm down slightly, her mood shifting dramatically from intense sadness to seething anger. She frustratedly wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, smudging her makeup. She looks straight into the camera, her eyes narrowed, and her voice carries a kind of deadly menace rarely seen in her.
Well... What's done is done, and we all have to live with our choices. I hope you and Kelsy are very happy together and live long, dull, uninteresting lives. But take this as a warning, Vincent... Stay the fuck away from me or I swear to god... I will kill you both.
She stabs at a holographic control on her desk and the video message ends, displaying the Ghost Festival logo for a moment before the screen goes blank.
4/11/2009
Regrets
Begin personal log, Saturday 11th of April, 111... Audio only.
There aren't many things I truely regret. Considering the rather terrible nature of some of the things I've done, that's rather essential for me to continue functioning as a person. One thing I do regret though, is letting my personal feelings get the better of me.
Vince has decided he doesn't want me anymore. He wants Kelsy instead... I'm not going to fight for him, in the interest of keeping things civil. I should have noticed this sooner really. The signs where there, and in hindsight it was all so obvious what he was doing... But my judgement was clouded by... By emotions I am not equipped to handle.
I... I Suppose I don't really have the right to feel this way about it. I put them through a lot, and a part of me can't help but wonder if this is some kind of retaliation on their part... To make me feel what they felt. If that's what they are doing, then it's worked. It hurts more than I thought it would... It's like... An acheing, bursting feeling in my chest that won't go away. I cant' remember the last time I cried this much.
I need to get the station Administrator to send the cleaners here... I let it all get to me a bit too much last night and I've broken a few things...
There is a deep, shuddering sigh. She sounds as if she is on the verge of tears again.
I am never going to let this happen again. This is the last time I ignore my better judgement and mix business and relationships together. I don't honestly know how I can face Kelsy and Vince now, but I'll have to try... I'm a director, I don't have the luxury of being able to avoid people. Even those who have hurt me.
The next few lines are spoken with a barely concealed bitterness, almost verging on hatred.
For what it's worth, I hope they are both very happy together... I don't want the act of having my heart ripped out to be for nothing.
End log.
There aren't many things I truely regret. Considering the rather terrible nature of some of the things I've done, that's rather essential for me to continue functioning as a person. One thing I do regret though, is letting my personal feelings get the better of me.
Vince has decided he doesn't want me anymore. He wants Kelsy instead... I'm not going to fight for him, in the interest of keeping things civil. I should have noticed this sooner really. The signs where there, and in hindsight it was all so obvious what he was doing... But my judgement was clouded by... By emotions I am not equipped to handle.
I... I Suppose I don't really have the right to feel this way about it. I put them through a lot, and a part of me can't help but wonder if this is some kind of retaliation on their part... To make me feel what they felt. If that's what they are doing, then it's worked. It hurts more than I thought it would... It's like... An acheing, bursting feeling in my chest that won't go away. I cant' remember the last time I cried this much.
I need to get the station Administrator to send the cleaners here... I let it all get to me a bit too much last night and I've broken a few things...
There is a deep, shuddering sigh. She sounds as if she is on the verge of tears again.
I am never going to let this happen again. This is the last time I ignore my better judgement and mix business and relationships together. I don't honestly know how I can face Kelsy and Vince now, but I'll have to try... I'm a director, I don't have the luxury of being able to avoid people. Even those who have hurt me.
The next few lines are spoken with a barely concealed bitterness, almost verging on hatred.
For what it's worth, I hope they are both very happy together... I don't want the act of having my heart ripped out to be for nothing.
End log.
4/03/2009
Rancor
Another video entry. Kimochi appears to be pulling on a pair of knee-high boots and tightening the laces as she speaks.
I really had no idea just how badly I'd screwed up my social life until last night. I spoke to Kelsy and Vince about everything that's happened over the last couple of months... I can't believe how much of a bitch I've been to both of them. The worst thing is that it's only the people I care about who are getting hurt. Honestly I deserve to be alone after all the shit I've put them through, but Vince refuses to let me go. He's sweet... I don't think he realizes what he's getting himself into though.
She finishes doing up the laces and stands up, walking over to a nearby dressing table. The camera hovers nearby, obviously mounted on a drone. She picks up a pair of long black gloves and wriggles her arms into them.
I've not slept for three nights. Every time I close my eyes I remember those... Those bastards... It's taken every ounce of willpower I have not to use Crash again and I don't know how much longer I can take this before something bad happens. Vince was right, I need closure...
She walks over to a chest of drawers and opens one. She pauses for a moment and picks out an item - a silver coloured laser pistol in a thigh holster. She takes out the pistol and checks it over, making sure the power supply is fully charged and the focussing lens is securely in place.
...I need revenge.
She clicks the casing back down over the weapon's internals and replaces it in the holster, strapping it to her right leg. She turns on her heel and heads to the door, picking up a knee-length leather coat on her way out. The door closes behind her, and the camera drone keeps recording for a few minutes before shutting itself off automatically.
I really had no idea just how badly I'd screwed up my social life until last night. I spoke to Kelsy and Vince about everything that's happened over the last couple of months... I can't believe how much of a bitch I've been to both of them. The worst thing is that it's only the people I care about who are getting hurt. Honestly I deserve to be alone after all the shit I've put them through, but Vince refuses to let me go. He's sweet... I don't think he realizes what he's getting himself into though.
She finishes doing up the laces and stands up, walking over to a nearby dressing table. The camera hovers nearby, obviously mounted on a drone. She picks up a pair of long black gloves and wriggles her arms into them.
I've not slept for three nights. Every time I close my eyes I remember those... Those bastards... It's taken every ounce of willpower I have not to use Crash again and I don't know how much longer I can take this before something bad happens. Vince was right, I need closure...
She walks over to a chest of drawers and opens one. She pauses for a moment and picks out an item - a silver coloured laser pistol in a thigh holster. She takes out the pistol and checks it over, making sure the power supply is fully charged and the focussing lens is securely in place.
...I need revenge.
She clicks the casing back down over the weapon's internals and replaces it in the holster, strapping it to her right leg. She turns on her heel and heads to the door, picking up a knee-length leather coat on her way out. The door closes behind her, and the camera drone keeps recording for a few minutes before shutting itself off automatically.
3/12/2009
Anniversary
Begin personal log, Thursday 12th of March, 111.
A whole year. Has it really been that long already? I still remember back when I first joined Ghost Festival all those months ago, the immense sense that I was very much straying from the beaten path - of taking my destiny into my own hands.
I was so happy when I got accepted, I packed everything I had into my Retribution - including the contingent of slaves that had been assigned to me - and headed straight for Derelik to meet my new friends. Never once have I looked back. I was so excited and naive back then, and I admit that I didn't really have a clue what I was doing! All my corp-mates had so much to teach me, and I spent most of my time simply shutting up and listening to what they had to say.
Thinking about it now, it does seem a long time ago. So much has changed since then... I've grown and learnt so much, and I'm still learning every single day. But now people look up to me, and respect me as a friend, a leader and a teacher. We have rebuilt this corp from the ground up, and I'm so proud of everything we've accomplished and the family we've built together. We have our ups and downs, the same as any corp out there, but ultimately I have this immense sense of pride for what we've done.
The awards ceremony was lovely, even if I did end up arriving late - That's the last time I use an interbus chartered transport. It was almost militaristic in a way... Everyone was so disciplined and professional. Frankly, they all put me to shame.
I knew I was going to be accepting an award for my long service, and when Myrhial pinned the medal to my dress I couldn't help saluting her. I've not done that since my time working for the Ministry of War, but I have such respect for her that it seemed like the thing to do. Then Yishal gave me something I did not expect at all... She had put the word out a while ago that she was collecting donations to buy an anniversary present for Myrhial. It seems that the donations where also used for something else as when Yishal opened the shutters of the bay so we could see stars behind the armourglass windows, a brand new Sacrilege-class heavy assault cruiser dominated the view - an anniversary gift for me. I didn't know what to say... It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! And the thought that everyone had chipped in to buy it for me...
There's a brief moment as Kimochi appears gather herself.
I feel like the luckiest woman alive to be involved with such a fine group of people.
Vince and I had dinner that evening. He really is a wonderful cook, and I had a lovely time with him - although I do find it a bit odd that he lives in the cargo hold of his Arazu. It was very nicely decorated and comfortable, but I felt the crates of antimatter ammunition clashed a little with the silk drapes.
After we ate, we danced... I don't know how he did it, but we ended up floating in the air! I didn't notice at first, and it was quite a shock when I realized I was actually several feet off of the ground! It must have been some modification he'd made to the grav plates. We danced and kissed under the projection of a night sky, and I felt my heart beating in my throat.
I spent the night with him... Nothing sexual happend, but it was a lovely night. A perfect end to the weekend.
She pauses again and has a sip of a glass of wine sitting on her desk.
And then there was the crisis in Seyllin... half a billion people dead. A whole planet destroyed. I can hardly believe it's actually happened, and I'm more than a little disturbed that the Federation scientists still don't appear to have any idea whatsoever on what might have caused it. I watched the live Scope reports as they came in... It was... horrific. I hope it doesn't happen here...
And now there are these wormholes popping up everywhere. Myrhial thinks we should investigate them, and I'm inclined to agree. We might see if we can get a task force together to do a little reconnaissance and prepare a report for the Dominations. They are going to want to know if there is anything we can make a profit from on the other side. I've heard rumours about what lies on the other side... Details are sketchy at best, but I've heard pilots rambling about monsters and drones and dead civilisations. I don't know how much truth there is in the rumours, but one thing is for sure: New Eden will never be the same again.
End log.
A whole year. Has it really been that long already? I still remember back when I first joined Ghost Festival all those months ago, the immense sense that I was very much straying from the beaten path - of taking my destiny into my own hands.
I was so happy when I got accepted, I packed everything I had into my Retribution - including the contingent of slaves that had been assigned to me - and headed straight for Derelik to meet my new friends. Never once have I looked back. I was so excited and naive back then, and I admit that I didn't really have a clue what I was doing! All my corp-mates had so much to teach me, and I spent most of my time simply shutting up and listening to what they had to say.
Thinking about it now, it does seem a long time ago. So much has changed since then... I've grown and learnt so much, and I'm still learning every single day. But now people look up to me, and respect me as a friend, a leader and a teacher. We have rebuilt this corp from the ground up, and I'm so proud of everything we've accomplished and the family we've built together. We have our ups and downs, the same as any corp out there, but ultimately I have this immense sense of pride for what we've done.
The awards ceremony was lovely, even if I did end up arriving late - That's the last time I use an interbus chartered transport. It was almost militaristic in a way... Everyone was so disciplined and professional. Frankly, they all put me to shame.
I knew I was going to be accepting an award for my long service, and when Myrhial pinned the medal to my dress I couldn't help saluting her. I've not done that since my time working for the Ministry of War, but I have such respect for her that it seemed like the thing to do. Then Yishal gave me something I did not expect at all... She had put the word out a while ago that she was collecting donations to buy an anniversary present for Myrhial. It seems that the donations where also used for something else as when Yishal opened the shutters of the bay so we could see stars behind the armourglass windows, a brand new Sacrilege-class heavy assault cruiser dominated the view - an anniversary gift for me. I didn't know what to say... It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! And the thought that everyone had chipped in to buy it for me...
There's a brief moment as Kimochi appears gather herself.
I feel like the luckiest woman alive to be involved with such a fine group of people.
Vince and I had dinner that evening. He really is a wonderful cook, and I had a lovely time with him - although I do find it a bit odd that he lives in the cargo hold of his Arazu. It was very nicely decorated and comfortable, but I felt the crates of antimatter ammunition clashed a little with the silk drapes.
After we ate, we danced... I don't know how he did it, but we ended up floating in the air! I didn't notice at first, and it was quite a shock when I realized I was actually several feet off of the ground! It must have been some modification he'd made to the grav plates. We danced and kissed under the projection of a night sky, and I felt my heart beating in my throat.
I spent the night with him... Nothing sexual happend, but it was a lovely night. A perfect end to the weekend.
She pauses again and has a sip of a glass of wine sitting on her desk.
And then there was the crisis in Seyllin... half a billion people dead. A whole planet destroyed. I can hardly believe it's actually happened, and I'm more than a little disturbed that the Federation scientists still don't appear to have any idea whatsoever on what might have caused it. I watched the live Scope reports as they came in... It was... horrific. I hope it doesn't happen here...
And now there are these wormholes popping up everywhere. Myrhial thinks we should investigate them, and I'm inclined to agree. We might see if we can get a task force together to do a little reconnaissance and prepare a report for the Dominations. They are going to want to know if there is anything we can make a profit from on the other side. I've heard rumours about what lies on the other side... Details are sketchy at best, but I've heard pilots rambling about monsters and drones and dead civilisations. I don't know how much truth there is in the rumours, but one thing is for sure: New Eden will never be the same again.
End log.
2/22/2009
Trepidation
Begin personal log, Sunday 22nd of Feburary 111.
There is a very long pause. Kimochi's eyes appear to be slightly red and she is clearly not in a good mood.
...Yesterday was...
She stops again, apparently struggling for words. Eventually she begins talking again.
Last night I took part in the weekly training op. It was a huge success in every way... Not a single loss, and we managed four kills. First a Punisher that Milo caught at a belt. We tore his ship apart very quickly, and dispatched his pod when he refused to agree to a ransom. While we where waiting for our GCC to tick down, I noticed a Caracal had entered the system and appeared to be lingering around one of the planets. I was pretty sure I had pinpointed his location... Yishal started having some technical issues with her Crucifier so she temporarily made Myrhial the FC. On Myrhial's orders I investigated the Caracal's location, and found him floating around the planet at the 0km warp-in point.. I tackled, called for backup and opened fire, but he didn't respond at all. I can only imagine the terror on his crew's faces as their ship started to fall apart around them, while their pilot did nothing. Just for that we destroyed his pod as well.
Milo then had to dock up to deal with some technical issues of his own, and Yishal designated me as the scout. I admit I was nerveous... I've never had much faith in my ability to use the on-board scanner. After a few empty systems, I came accross a lone Vengeance who appeared to be safespotted in Roushzar. Not being able to probe out his location, Yishal suggested I antagonize some of the local Sanshas hanging around the asteroid belts to try and tempt him out of hiding. The ploy apparently worked when I noticed his location shift to the planet nearest to me. Apparently he was trying to work out which belt I was at. I decided to save him the trouble and warped to the planet myself...
As soon as I landed, the Vengeance came about and started powering towards me - clearly he was going to engage. I admit to being a little nerveous... Having flown a Vengeance myself, I know just how tough the Khanid ship's defenses can be. All nerveousness evaporated however when the pilot opened fire with pulse lasers of all things. Backup arrived and we destroyed the poor thing out of sheer pity. The pilot was not interested in a ransom, so we cracked his pod open as well. One less 24IC pilot. It seems I'm better with the on-board scanner than I thought.
Yishal decided it was time to RTB, so we made our way back home. On the way however, we spotted a lone Jaguar pilot scouring the asteroid belts in Lamaa. We all bundled in together, and I found myself laughing at the fact that he didn't immediately attempt to warp out when he saw six outlaws warping in to his belt some 30km away. His ship fell apart pretty quickly and we caught his pod which Yishal attempted to ransom... The guy seemed to take forever, and I found myself getting increasingly uncomfortable at the amount of time we where spent in the belt. When a 24IC fleet showed up in system I nearly killed the pilot myself until Yishal tightened the reins. Eventually the 24IC fleet passed through, clearly not looking for us, and Yishal finally gave the order to crack him open.
After a quick telling-off from Yishal for almost undermining her authority - She was the FC afterall, and I admit I was wrong - We headed back to base feeling immensely satisfied.
A little while lated I caught up with everyone at The Skyhook for a few drinks in celebration. We chatted about nothing in particular... Music, Hairstyles and alcohol where some of the subjects of conversation we flitted through. All of a sudden the lights dimmed low, slow music began playing and Vince asked me to dance with him.
I was... A little shocked, but to my own surprise - let alone everyone elses - I accepted, and we danced under the stars. It was... It was actually quite lovely in a way. It was like we where completely alone, just the music, the stars and eachother. I felt a bit out of place... A tight podsuit and heavy knee-high boots aren't exactly ideal dancing attire. Still... I enjoyed it. It was a perfect end to the evening.
Then he kissed me.
There is another pause as Kimochi appears to gather herself.
I don't know what came over me. When he kissed me I-I couldn't take it. I ran away and left him there on the dancefloor. I thought I was in control of all this... I thought I'd gotten over it. God-knows i'm used to manipulating people's emotions for my own gain, but I've not even tried with Vince.
Shit. What the hell is wrong with me?
She holds her head in her hands and sighs heavily.
End log.
There is a very long pause. Kimochi's eyes appear to be slightly red and she is clearly not in a good mood.
...Yesterday was...
She stops again, apparently struggling for words. Eventually she begins talking again.
Last night I took part in the weekly training op. It was a huge success in every way... Not a single loss, and we managed four kills. First a Punisher that Milo caught at a belt. We tore his ship apart very quickly, and dispatched his pod when he refused to agree to a ransom. While we where waiting for our GCC to tick down, I noticed a Caracal had entered the system and appeared to be lingering around one of the planets. I was pretty sure I had pinpointed his location... Yishal started having some technical issues with her Crucifier so she temporarily made Myrhial the FC. On Myrhial's orders I investigated the Caracal's location, and found him floating around the planet at the 0km warp-in point.. I tackled, called for backup and opened fire, but he didn't respond at all. I can only imagine the terror on his crew's faces as their ship started to fall apart around them, while their pilot did nothing. Just for that we destroyed his pod as well.
Milo then had to dock up to deal with some technical issues of his own, and Yishal designated me as the scout. I admit I was nerveous... I've never had much faith in my ability to use the on-board scanner. After a few empty systems, I came accross a lone Vengeance who appeared to be safespotted in Roushzar. Not being able to probe out his location, Yishal suggested I antagonize some of the local Sanshas hanging around the asteroid belts to try and tempt him out of hiding. The ploy apparently worked when I noticed his location shift to the planet nearest to me. Apparently he was trying to work out which belt I was at. I decided to save him the trouble and warped to the planet myself...
As soon as I landed, the Vengeance came about and started powering towards me - clearly he was going to engage. I admit to being a little nerveous... Having flown a Vengeance myself, I know just how tough the Khanid ship's defenses can be. All nerveousness evaporated however when the pilot opened fire with pulse lasers of all things. Backup arrived and we destroyed the poor thing out of sheer pity. The pilot was not interested in a ransom, so we cracked his pod open as well. One less 24IC pilot. It seems I'm better with the on-board scanner than I thought.
Yishal decided it was time to RTB, so we made our way back home. On the way however, we spotted a lone Jaguar pilot scouring the asteroid belts in Lamaa. We all bundled in together, and I found myself laughing at the fact that he didn't immediately attempt to warp out when he saw six outlaws warping in to his belt some 30km away. His ship fell apart pretty quickly and we caught his pod which Yishal attempted to ransom... The guy seemed to take forever, and I found myself getting increasingly uncomfortable at the amount of time we where spent in the belt. When a 24IC fleet showed up in system I nearly killed the pilot myself until Yishal tightened the reins. Eventually the 24IC fleet passed through, clearly not looking for us, and Yishal finally gave the order to crack him open.
After a quick telling-off from Yishal for almost undermining her authority - She was the FC afterall, and I admit I was wrong - We headed back to base feeling immensely satisfied.
A little while lated I caught up with everyone at The Skyhook for a few drinks in celebration. We chatted about nothing in particular... Music, Hairstyles and alcohol where some of the subjects of conversation we flitted through. All of a sudden the lights dimmed low, slow music began playing and Vince asked me to dance with him.
I was... A little shocked, but to my own surprise - let alone everyone elses - I accepted, and we danced under the stars. It was... It was actually quite lovely in a way. It was like we where completely alone, just the music, the stars and eachother. I felt a bit out of place... A tight podsuit and heavy knee-high boots aren't exactly ideal dancing attire. Still... I enjoyed it. It was a perfect end to the evening.
Then he kissed me.
There is another pause as Kimochi appears to gather herself.
I don't know what came over me. When he kissed me I-I couldn't take it. I ran away and left him there on the dancefloor. I thought I was in control of all this... I thought I'd gotten over it. God-knows i'm used to manipulating people's emotions for my own gain, but I've not even tried with Vince.
Shit. What the hell is wrong with me?
She holds her head in her hands and sighs heavily.
End log.
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