A/N: Its been so long! I'm so sorry! You all probably hate me now. :( But I
will never, ever let this story die, I promise. *boy scout gesture* I've
been so busy.finals at school, all that stuff. But I only have one or two
chapters left after this one, so I shall let it live on. When we last left
this .. cast? Are they considered a cast? They don't deserve the title cast
if you ask me. Why, just today, Satine tripped me as I was going to the
break room, and I landed face first in my coffee mug. Then Christian and
Toulouse laughed at me. :'( They all hate me. :'( Anyway.. when we last
left 'em, Satine was going off to Christian to lie boldly to his face, and
Christian, aka Mr. Gullible, was going to believe her, as always.
Satine stumbles into Christian's flat
Christian sits on his bed, dragging on a cigarette
(Satine): Christian! Oh, I..didn't know you smoked. You smoke?
(Christian): No. I don't. Ewan does.
(Satine): You are Ewan you dolt.
(Christian): No. I'm Christian James, the loveable, penniless writer with no friends or life.
(Satine): Where did you get that last name? How utterly stupid! You don't have a last name! Haven't you seen the fangirls scream at you? "What's your last name?" and you always said "I don't have one!" .. you cannot produce one.
(Christian): I do believe I just did. Now, what were you stalking in here for?
(Satine): Oh. Yes. *clears throat* ChristianIcan'tloveyouanymorethedukeofferedmeeverythingIcouldeverhavewanted. Goodbye.
Satine Turns
(Christian): Wait..WHAT?
Satine turns back around to face Christian
(Satine): I. Can't. Love. You. Anymore. Somethingsomethingsomething Duke somethingsomething. Goodbye.
(Christian): But last night! You said we were gonna go on a three hour tour! With a kindly, fat old skipper!
(Satine): There is no skipper, Christian. I figured I'd take advantage of you. You're cute, puffy and look a lot like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Plus, I was bored that one day when I decided to make love to you.
(Christian): Really, we never made love. You just kinda pulled me fully clothed on top of you, and didn't get any further than unbuttoning my fly before the audience started going 'oooooooooooooooo' and you threw that hand grenade at them..
(Satine): Whatever. I am the illegal importer..ress whore..thing, and I choose that guy who's not you.
(Christian): NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
..*two hours later*..
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO
Satine pokes her watch
(Satine): I must be going, Christian. I have a flight to Tahiti leaving in twenty minutes.
(Christian): What's a flight?
(Satine): That's not the point.
(Christian): This can't be!
(Satine): But it is.
Satine struts out, tripping over her skirt
(Satine): *from down the hall, echoing* SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!
(Christian): I'm going to run randomly outside the Moulin Rouge, and stare forlornly at the front gate, which is about two blocks away from the actual building, and scream 'satine!' until they get pissed and put me in jail!
(Rabid Fangirls): Hurrah!
Christian runs randomly outside the Moulin Rouge and stares forlornly at the front gate
(Christian): SATINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
..*fifteen minutes later*..
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
(Two Burly, Random Men): Do you ever shut up?
(Christian): NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOO..
The two burly, random men knock him out
Christian wakes up laying in his bed, Toulouse staring at him
(Christian): What. The. Hell?
(Toulouse): She really does love you.
(Christian): But..I'm an Aquarius and she's an Aries. It would never work.
(Toulouse): See here in my great big book of astrology?
(Christian): Yes.
(Toulouse): It could happen.
(Christian): I don't believe you.
(Toulouse): I may be a man on my knees, with a badly faked moustache and a very bad put on accent, but I know what love is. She loves you.
(Christian): Go away.
(Toulouse): Make me.
(Christian): GO AWAY.
(Toulouse): Over my dead body.
(Christian): GO AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YYYYYYYY!
Toulouse runs away
Christian huffs
(Christian): I wanted to forget all about what that man on his knees that gave me nightmares had said..but I knew deep down that he was right. I had to find out. I knew she loved me, and I had to make sure she knew it..before she left for Tahiti.
A/N: I know you missed me, didn't you? Guess what? No reviews, no updates! Yay! Its my little sister's 5th birthday on January 14th. Give her a shout out, LOL
Satine stumbles into Christian's flat
Christian sits on his bed, dragging on a cigarette
(Satine): Christian! Oh, I..didn't know you smoked. You smoke?
(Christian): No. I don't. Ewan does.
(Satine): You are Ewan you dolt.
(Christian): No. I'm Christian James, the loveable, penniless writer with no friends or life.
(Satine): Where did you get that last name? How utterly stupid! You don't have a last name! Haven't you seen the fangirls scream at you? "What's your last name?" and you always said "I don't have one!" .. you cannot produce one.
(Christian): I do believe I just did. Now, what were you stalking in here for?
(Satine): Oh. Yes. *clears throat* ChristianIcan'tloveyouanymorethedukeofferedmeeverythingIcouldeverhavewanted. Goodbye.
Satine Turns
(Christian): Wait..WHAT?
Satine turns back around to face Christian
(Satine): I. Can't. Love. You. Anymore. Somethingsomethingsomething Duke somethingsomething. Goodbye.
(Christian): But last night! You said we were gonna go on a three hour tour! With a kindly, fat old skipper!
(Satine): There is no skipper, Christian. I figured I'd take advantage of you. You're cute, puffy and look a lot like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Plus, I was bored that one day when I decided to make love to you.
(Christian): Really, we never made love. You just kinda pulled me fully clothed on top of you, and didn't get any further than unbuttoning my fly before the audience started going 'oooooooooooooooo' and you threw that hand grenade at them..
(Satine): Whatever. I am the illegal importer..ress whore..thing, and I choose that guy who's not you.
(Christian): NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
..*two hours later*..
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO
Satine pokes her watch
(Satine): I must be going, Christian. I have a flight to Tahiti leaving in twenty minutes.
(Christian): What's a flight?
(Satine): That's not the point.
(Christian): This can't be!
(Satine): But it is.
Satine struts out, tripping over her skirt
(Satine): *from down the hall, echoing* SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!
(Christian): I'm going to run randomly outside the Moulin Rouge, and stare forlornly at the front gate, which is about two blocks away from the actual building, and scream 'satine!' until they get pissed and put me in jail!
(Rabid Fangirls): Hurrah!
Christian runs randomly outside the Moulin Rouge and stares forlornly at the front gate
(Christian): SATINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
..*fifteen minutes later*..
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
(Two Burly, Random Men): Do you ever shut up?
(Christian): NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOO..
The two burly, random men knock him out
Christian wakes up laying in his bed, Toulouse staring at him
(Christian): What. The. Hell?
(Toulouse): She really does love you.
(Christian): But..I'm an Aquarius and she's an Aries. It would never work.
(Toulouse): See here in my great big book of astrology?
(Christian): Yes.
(Toulouse): It could happen.
(Christian): I don't believe you.
(Toulouse): I may be a man on my knees, with a badly faked moustache and a very bad put on accent, but I know what love is. She loves you.
(Christian): Go away.
(Toulouse): Make me.
(Christian): GO AWAY.
(Toulouse): Over my dead body.
(Christian): GO AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YYYYYYYY!
Toulouse runs away
Christian huffs
(Christian): I wanted to forget all about what that man on his knees that gave me nightmares had said..but I knew deep down that he was right. I had to find out. I knew she loved me, and I had to make sure she knew it..before she left for Tahiti.
A/N: I know you missed me, didn't you? Guess what? No reviews, no updates! Yay! Its my little sister's 5th birthday on January 14th. Give her a shout out, LOL
