I can't believe I've done this chapter in the same day! I'm prouder of this
one. I've just realised that in Satine and Christians day they wouldn't say
'OK' and there was something else I've done wrong. This chapter has lots of
things in that I needed to think about like money and train tickets but I
think it's sorted, feel free to tell me what isn't right. Thanks everyone,
I love you! Sorry, I'm feeling very loving after writing this chapter.
Peace out dudes! Hollyxxx
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'Satine' Christian whispered and gently nudged her,
'Mmm' Satine said irritably,
'I've been to the pawnshop and sold the typewriter. The money I made wasn't enough so I was wondering if you have some jewellery that you wouldn't mind selling'
Satine sat up, 'Yes in that bag' She pointed to an elegant looking navy hang bag covered in tiny diamonds. 'There's a purse in there and inside that is a necklace. I've never been to fond of it and it should sell for more than enough'
'Thank you' Christian said as he took the necklace out of the purse and looked at it with amazement. It would definitely make a lot of money, Christian wasn't sure he'd ever held something so expensive. It made him think of how different their lives had been until they'd met each other. He looked over at Satine who was now looking out the window at the Moulin Rouge. 'What has her life been like? What sort of things had she experienced? Had she ever loved anyone before?' He thought,
'What?' Satine realised Christian was staring at her with quite an absent gaze.
'Nothing, look you'd better get changed out of those clothes, you slept in them' Satine looked down, surprised, 'I'll go back to the pawnshop with this necklace and buy our train tickets. We should be able to leave at about two o'clock, four at the latest'
'That's wonderful! What time is it now?'
'It's around midday. So I'll see you in an hour or so' Christian said as he climbed over their bags and made his way to the door.
'This is about the time that the windmill started turning' Satine thought, still staring at the Moulin Rouge
'Bye Satine' Christian said slightly louder, trying to get her attention as he stood by the door, ' I'm going now Satine, bye.'
'Oh, sorry!' She laughed, 'Bye, I love you'
'I love you to' Christian replied and shut the door behind him. As soon as he did the windmill started turning,
'Ahh, just on time' She said to herself. That meant Harold had not decided to close the Moulin Rouge, if only for one day, because of the Dukes death. Typical Harold, 'The show must go on'. What would happen now? The Duke had the deeds to the Moulin Rouge, Harold would have to bid to get them back, where would he get the money from? Would the punters still want to visit now that the star of the show had run away? 'Who cares?' She thought to herself, the Moulin Rouge was nothing to do with her now. She was flying away from here.
Suddenly Satine started coughing. She knew it was happening again,
'Christian' She cried. She wanted him with her. He wouldn't be back for a while. She choked between cries, no-one was here to help her. The room started spinning and she collapsed with a thump on the hard, cold floor.
'She needs a lot of rest'
'I understand but can we just make an exception today? We need to go somewhere urgently, she can rest for however long it takes afterwards'
'Anything too extreme may dramatically shorten the time she has left'
Satine opened her eyes to see Christian and a doctor standing over her,
'Satine' Christian noticed her wake up, bent down and put a gentle hand on her face, 'Are you feeling alright?'
'Yes, I'm.I'm fine'
'Well take care of yourself mademoiselle Satine. Goodbye'
'Goodbye, thank you doctor' Christian stood up and shook hands with him before he walked out of the apartment.
'I booked the train for one o'clock, it's five o'clock now but don't worry, I went back to the station while the doctor was here and changed it. We've got an hour'
'I'll get changed' Satine stood up, got her suitcase and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
'I can't wait to go back to London, I'll show you around, it's a beautiful place' Christian said through the door,
'Great'
'I think it's best we get to the hospital first though'
'OK'
'Satine I hope you're hurrying, it's best we go early, just incase'
'I'm ready' Satine emerged from the bathroom in a smart suit similar to the one she had worn yesterday when she told Christian that she was dying.
'You look beautiful'
'Thank you'
'Lets go'
Christian held most of Satine's bag, only having one himself and concerned that they would out her under stress.
'You shouldn't fuss' Satine said as they walked down the street to the station that was clearly in view, straight ahead. A lot of people recognised Satine,
'Satine! Satine! I have ten franks!'
She blanked them out and kept her eyes on the train station. Christian kissed her on the cheek, attempting to stop the people shouting out but it didn't work so they started walking faster.
When they got to the station Christian got the tickets out, they checked which platform their train would arrive at and then sat together on a bench and dumped their bags.
'I have plenty of money from your necklace, do you want me to get you something while we wait?'
'No I'd just like to wait for the train'
'Are you alright?' Christian looked at her, concerned,
'I'm fine, for Gods sake!' Satine was getting very irritated with hearing the same question again and again, 'Sorry, just don't be worried about me OK?'
'I can't help it, put I'll stop asking, I'll just be worried'
Satine looked at him and laughed. Christian turned his head,
'What?' He laughed back. Satine shook her head and laughed harder, she wasn't even sure what she was laughing about but it felt good. They looked at each other, laughing for no reason, Satine grabbed Christians collar and gave him an incredibly passionate kiss. At that very moment their train pulled in to the platform, they were going home.
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'Satine' Christian whispered and gently nudged her,
'Mmm' Satine said irritably,
'I've been to the pawnshop and sold the typewriter. The money I made wasn't enough so I was wondering if you have some jewellery that you wouldn't mind selling'
Satine sat up, 'Yes in that bag' She pointed to an elegant looking navy hang bag covered in tiny diamonds. 'There's a purse in there and inside that is a necklace. I've never been to fond of it and it should sell for more than enough'
'Thank you' Christian said as he took the necklace out of the purse and looked at it with amazement. It would definitely make a lot of money, Christian wasn't sure he'd ever held something so expensive. It made him think of how different their lives had been until they'd met each other. He looked over at Satine who was now looking out the window at the Moulin Rouge. 'What has her life been like? What sort of things had she experienced? Had she ever loved anyone before?' He thought,
'What?' Satine realised Christian was staring at her with quite an absent gaze.
'Nothing, look you'd better get changed out of those clothes, you slept in them' Satine looked down, surprised, 'I'll go back to the pawnshop with this necklace and buy our train tickets. We should be able to leave at about two o'clock, four at the latest'
'That's wonderful! What time is it now?'
'It's around midday. So I'll see you in an hour or so' Christian said as he climbed over their bags and made his way to the door.
'This is about the time that the windmill started turning' Satine thought, still staring at the Moulin Rouge
'Bye Satine' Christian said slightly louder, trying to get her attention as he stood by the door, ' I'm going now Satine, bye.'
'Oh, sorry!' She laughed, 'Bye, I love you'
'I love you to' Christian replied and shut the door behind him. As soon as he did the windmill started turning,
'Ahh, just on time' She said to herself. That meant Harold had not decided to close the Moulin Rouge, if only for one day, because of the Dukes death. Typical Harold, 'The show must go on'. What would happen now? The Duke had the deeds to the Moulin Rouge, Harold would have to bid to get them back, where would he get the money from? Would the punters still want to visit now that the star of the show had run away? 'Who cares?' She thought to herself, the Moulin Rouge was nothing to do with her now. She was flying away from here.
Suddenly Satine started coughing. She knew it was happening again,
'Christian' She cried. She wanted him with her. He wouldn't be back for a while. She choked between cries, no-one was here to help her. The room started spinning and she collapsed with a thump on the hard, cold floor.
'She needs a lot of rest'
'I understand but can we just make an exception today? We need to go somewhere urgently, she can rest for however long it takes afterwards'
'Anything too extreme may dramatically shorten the time she has left'
Satine opened her eyes to see Christian and a doctor standing over her,
'Satine' Christian noticed her wake up, bent down and put a gentle hand on her face, 'Are you feeling alright?'
'Yes, I'm.I'm fine'
'Well take care of yourself mademoiselle Satine. Goodbye'
'Goodbye, thank you doctor' Christian stood up and shook hands with him before he walked out of the apartment.
'I booked the train for one o'clock, it's five o'clock now but don't worry, I went back to the station while the doctor was here and changed it. We've got an hour'
'I'll get changed' Satine stood up, got her suitcase and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
'I can't wait to go back to London, I'll show you around, it's a beautiful place' Christian said through the door,
'Great'
'I think it's best we get to the hospital first though'
'OK'
'Satine I hope you're hurrying, it's best we go early, just incase'
'I'm ready' Satine emerged from the bathroom in a smart suit similar to the one she had worn yesterday when she told Christian that she was dying.
'You look beautiful'
'Thank you'
'Lets go'
Christian held most of Satine's bag, only having one himself and concerned that they would out her under stress.
'You shouldn't fuss' Satine said as they walked down the street to the station that was clearly in view, straight ahead. A lot of people recognised Satine,
'Satine! Satine! I have ten franks!'
She blanked them out and kept her eyes on the train station. Christian kissed her on the cheek, attempting to stop the people shouting out but it didn't work so they started walking faster.
When they got to the station Christian got the tickets out, they checked which platform their train would arrive at and then sat together on a bench and dumped their bags.
'I have plenty of money from your necklace, do you want me to get you something while we wait?'
'No I'd just like to wait for the train'
'Are you alright?' Christian looked at her, concerned,
'I'm fine, for Gods sake!' Satine was getting very irritated with hearing the same question again and again, 'Sorry, just don't be worried about me OK?'
'I can't help it, put I'll stop asking, I'll just be worried'
Satine looked at him and laughed. Christian turned his head,
'What?' He laughed back. Satine shook her head and laughed harder, she wasn't even sure what she was laughing about but it felt good. They looked at each other, laughing for no reason, Satine grabbed Christians collar and gave him an incredibly passionate kiss. At that very moment their train pulled in to the platform, they were going home.