DEMONICANGELIC
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Jade's thick-rimmed lenses lay in glass shards and broken frame pieces in the middle of the floor.
The dark, foreboding silence taunted her as she sat cross-legged on her bunk. Tsunami-sized shivers careered up and down her spine - her lips trembled uncontrollably. Her tear-stained face was pale; emotionless... guilt-ridden.
What had she done? She must have done something to provoke him. She felt dirty.
"This outfit is too revealing," her mind wailed as she stared at her red polo-neck and trousers. "Get something else." And so she stood up in the lightless room and shuffled through all her belongings until she found a thicker jumper and longer, higher, darker trousers. Her mind continued to scream at her...
"DIRTY! YOU ARE DIRTY!"
She simply had to wash it all away...
Despite her wanting to wash his foulness off her - she wouldn't and couldn't bring herself to take her clothes off. She stepped meagerly into the shower cubicle, unraveled her limp dark hair from its ponytail, turned the shower tap and wailed irrepressibly into the oncoming water as it lashed onto her weakened frame.
The sharp, unforgiving blue eyes... the primal rage and evil plastered over his rugged face...
Her thin, tiny knees gave way and she collapsed into the corner of the tiled cubicle. Water continued to pound over the soaking, heavy clothing.
And so, the crying ceased to escape from her trembling, chapped lips...
She fell asleep.
~ The Copacabana Bar was teeming with the clinking of beer-glasses, the fizzing of alcohol and soda... and the guffawing of Lister, The Cat, Jack and Kryten. Rimmer sat, his face tattooed with a fake smile in a state of false-enjoyment. He stared at his cocktail glass of 'Tropical Whizz'.
"The name's pretty apt... wouldn't you say, Kryt?" Rimmer moaned as he half- heartedly stirred at the liquid. "Tastes like someone's taken a whizz in my glass..."
The room spun around Lister and The Cat. Exactly how many 'Tropical Whizzes' they had actually consumed; Rimmer had lost count - his boredom had prevented him from finishing his counting. He always enjoyed counting the number of drinks Lister consumed so as to hark on about it in the morning to come, when Lister had a head like a mammoth's arse and he felt like shit.
"So... Jack..." Lister slurred, now fully whizzed-up. "What'sss the deal... you know," he winked "...with you and Jade?"
Jack had been drinking soda all night and was utterly sober. He grinned provocatively again, and winked in reply; "Well... looks like the old flame's still burning, she was ALL over me last night. She ain't lost any of her moves... I can tell you!" He laughed loudly as Lister, the Cat and Kryten sat in awe of his manliness.
"So you're back together then?"
"We were never apart, mate."
Jack's news had relentlessly ripped a gaping chasm of hopelessness in Rimmer's hologramatic chest. He stood up from the table defiantly.
"Sorry, I... I think I'm going to head to my quarters. I think I've left the iron on... Revision to catch up on, sleep to be had...you know."
He was bid goodnight by a round of "Smeghead!!" and an air attack of corks and mini-umbrellas.
The Cat blinked slowly as his eyes followed Rimmer out through the door. "What's up with toilet-brush head?" Shrugs echoed around the table.
Jack leant back in his Hawaiian hammock-like chair, picked up his coloured soda and smirked.
"I have no idea..."
***
Jade's thick-rimmed lenses lay in glass shards and broken frame pieces in the middle of the floor.
The dark, foreboding silence taunted her as she sat cross-legged on her bunk. Tsunami-sized shivers careered up and down her spine - her lips trembled uncontrollably. Her tear-stained face was pale; emotionless... guilt-ridden.
What had she done? She must have done something to provoke him. She felt dirty.
"This outfit is too revealing," her mind wailed as she stared at her red polo-neck and trousers. "Get something else." And so she stood up in the lightless room and shuffled through all her belongings until she found a thicker jumper and longer, higher, darker trousers. Her mind continued to scream at her...
"DIRTY! YOU ARE DIRTY!"
She simply had to wash it all away...
Despite her wanting to wash his foulness off her - she wouldn't and couldn't bring herself to take her clothes off. She stepped meagerly into the shower cubicle, unraveled her limp dark hair from its ponytail, turned the shower tap and wailed irrepressibly into the oncoming water as it lashed onto her weakened frame.
The sharp, unforgiving blue eyes... the primal rage and evil plastered over his rugged face...
Her thin, tiny knees gave way and she collapsed into the corner of the tiled cubicle. Water continued to pound over the soaking, heavy clothing.
And so, the crying ceased to escape from her trembling, chapped lips...
She fell asleep.
~ The Copacabana Bar was teeming with the clinking of beer-glasses, the fizzing of alcohol and soda... and the guffawing of Lister, The Cat, Jack and Kryten. Rimmer sat, his face tattooed with a fake smile in a state of false-enjoyment. He stared at his cocktail glass of 'Tropical Whizz'.
"The name's pretty apt... wouldn't you say, Kryt?" Rimmer moaned as he half- heartedly stirred at the liquid. "Tastes like someone's taken a whizz in my glass..."
The room spun around Lister and The Cat. Exactly how many 'Tropical Whizzes' they had actually consumed; Rimmer had lost count - his boredom had prevented him from finishing his counting. He always enjoyed counting the number of drinks Lister consumed so as to hark on about it in the morning to come, when Lister had a head like a mammoth's arse and he felt like shit.
"So... Jack..." Lister slurred, now fully whizzed-up. "What'sss the deal... you know," he winked "...with you and Jade?"
Jack had been drinking soda all night and was utterly sober. He grinned provocatively again, and winked in reply; "Well... looks like the old flame's still burning, she was ALL over me last night. She ain't lost any of her moves... I can tell you!" He laughed loudly as Lister, the Cat and Kryten sat in awe of his manliness.
"So you're back together then?"
"We were never apart, mate."
Jack's news had relentlessly ripped a gaping chasm of hopelessness in Rimmer's hologramatic chest. He stood up from the table defiantly.
"Sorry, I... I think I'm going to head to my quarters. I think I've left the iron on... Revision to catch up on, sleep to be had...you know."
He was bid goodnight by a round of "Smeghead!!" and an air attack of corks and mini-umbrellas.
The Cat blinked slowly as his eyes followed Rimmer out through the door. "What's up with toilet-brush head?" Shrugs echoed around the table.
Jack leant back in his Hawaiian hammock-like chair, picked up his coloured soda and smirked.
"I have no idea..."