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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Sat Nov 26, 2011 12:06 am

That day surely had to have been the greatest day of his life. Chest rising and falling as he tried to steady out his breathing, he lied back, blinking at the ceiling of the car. Maybe...maybe he could see how Diederik had become so immoral over this. He couldn't agree with it, but he could see the enticement, now. It was quite possibly the greatest sensation ever.

But now he found himself faced with a new worry: what if she hadn't enjoyed it?

Or worse, what if he hurt her? He couldn't live with his brothers and not know the mechanics of it, including what was normal, for the first time. But still, he couldn't help but stress inwardly over it. She was so little, like a doll... If he was going to be honest with himself, he liked it, but it made it seem like he wasn't built to 'fit' with her. 

She rested against him, and he tried to push his paranoia aside--though it still lingered close by. Kissing her forehead (he assumed that he was now allowed to make such gestures without ceremony), he inquired politely, "When does it count...?" He was fairly sure he could make an educated guess, but he was curious to see what she had to say about it.
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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Sat Nov 26, 2011 10:18 am

She frowned at him with barely open eyes, as if he was asking a stupid question. "After we're married, of course..." She slurred tiredly. Of all the traditions she was willing to give up to be with him and learn to be better by (as she saw it), this still wasn't one of them. "We weren't supposed to... That's why it hurt... So don't tell anyone..." She assumed it hurt him just as much.

"What is your house like...?" She was so close to falling asleep, she probably wouldn't be listening. But she was already making a fantastically large house in her head, reminding herself that it didn't have to be facing a certain way or have stilts. To other people, those stipulations didn't matter... So were they even correct? She wanted to advance. She didn't want to be a backwater native girl anymore. Was she happy that way, once? Yes. She just couldn't see where her opinions now weren't her own, but she had them anyway. "Are you afraid of your brother...? Is that house all of yours? Do we have to live with them...?"

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Wed Nov 30, 2011 3:19 pm

Of course. Well, he didn't mind. Not until she related that her experience hadn't been quite the same. Wincing inwardly, he reassured her (albeit not being entirely sure), "It won't hurt, after this. Don't worry..." If anyone needed to be told not to worry, it was him.

But at least she seemed to be drifting off peacefully enough. He was awfully worn-out, himself, but his mind raced with too many thoughts and concerns to allow him to fall asleep easily. He never did. Thus, he was glad that she gave him something to talk about--even if she was a bit out of it. If anything, that made it better; it helped him to relax.

"It's a nice house," he said truthfully, though he conveniently left out that it was indeed a nice house...when he last saw it. The people he was renting it to were 'acquaintances' of Diederik. There was no telling what state it would be in, once they were through with it. He wondered with a cringe if it'd been converted into a crackhouse, or a brothel. And speak of the devil-- "No, I'm not afraid of him, I just don't like him." He frowned, but didn't say much more. Though he could have written books about how many issues he had with his brother. "God, no, we're not going to live with him...with either of them. Broos will probably keep working for Diederik, I imagine."

Stroking her hair, he murmured, reassuringly (to her, or himself?), "No, it'll only be you and me..."
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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Wed Nov 30, 2011 5:53 pm

Worries began to crop up in her mind as he talked and made her soon-to-be life more tangible. Should something go wrong, she would be on her own in an alien place. Or worse, be forced to be with him. No one could vouch for her, there. And what if her babies were tall? They were all dampened by sleep, though, and she only had the cognition to mumble, "No tall babies..." before she drifted off.

When she woke up the next morning, she felt clearer in some aspects, and achier in others. But for some reason it didn't bother her. It seemed like she could stay there forever, close to him. Was she happy? In love? Why worry herself with those details?

Tentatively, she pulled herself up and kissed his cheek. She barely had to think about it, just that she didn't want to wake him if he was still asleep. But she did, really-- she wanted him to look at her the same way he did the night before. He couldn't do that with his eyes closed.


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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Wed Nov 30, 2011 10:24 pm

He didn't know if he was supposed to smile, feel flustered, or be somewhat turned on by the suggestion that she was going to have his children...so he did a bit of each. He assumed that was what she meant, anyways. There were no other tall men in her life that could give her tall infants. Or at least, there shouldn't have been. No other men in general, regardless of height.

Finally secure with the fact that she was almost certainly his again, he relaxed and allowed himself to fall asleep, almost forgetting to take his glasses off beforehand (how they had stayed on that whole time, he couldn't fathom).


And when he woke up, he felt he must have been still dreaming. Because he was brought to by a kiss. Blinking the initial grogginess away, he quickly felt around for his glasses, momentarily uncertain of his surroundings. When the blurriness came into immediate focus, along with his memory.

"Citra," he exclaimed breathlessly, astonished all over again about the events that had previously taken place. This was the dawn of a completely new day; his life was about to become exponentially better, and it would finally have her at the center of it. He smiled at her.

"Goede morgen," he was feeling considerably less jittery than before, though seeing her laid out, bare and right next to him, would probably never cease to make his cheeks flush. "What time is it?" He wondered if his brothers had realized he was gone, by then.
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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Thu Dec 01, 2011 4:28 pm

There was that look. That self-worth renewing smile. He wasn't stuttering, and she didn't feel wrong about anything.

"Don't you mean... Fiancé?" She grinned back. It was a little odd to be saying that again, and she stopped smiling for a moment on reflex, but snapped up when he asked the time. She couldn't really tell the time. She didn't need to, usually, but she did have a small clock. She was still quite new to everything that was outside of her relatively little island, all things considered. Sliding out of bed and picking it up where it had been laying mostly unused (it was good people who tidied up her car decided to wind it once in a while--) she handed it to him and pointed to... The minute hand. Or was it the one that was going faster? No, she was right. The biggest hand didn't seem to be moving at all, and the smallest was moving way too fast. "Six o' clock." It didn't seem right, she could see from a small window that it was lighter than either the morning or night side of six. She wasn't going to admit she was wrong.

Instead, she busied herself with finding new clothes (much less flashy than the ones she wore for her show) and going into the small bathroom in the small space she used for living to take a bath. What was she supposed to do after this? She didn't have the authority to offer him food, or anything. Was he just going to leave? She wasn't sure what the protocol was.


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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Thu Dec 01, 2011 8:51 pm

The small rush (the way he was beaming probably looked pathetic, but he was too happy to care) he got from hearing her call herself his fiancée was short-lived when she pointed out the time. If it were actually six o' clock, he would have been pleased. It was actually nine-thirty. Which may have been early by some standards (namely, the crew he worked with)...but he operated on a schedule. Breakfast was definitely out of the question, and would he get there on time to shower, change, pack all his things, and sort out his affairs before coming back and convincing them to give him a job here, instead?

(He didn't question that they would hire him; he'd work for pennies, if he had to. All he really wanted was to be close to her until they could go home and get married--because they certainly weren't going to, here. This place was unfit for ceremony of any sort.)

Restraining himself from panicking--which would have been his first reaction--he sat up as she went to the lavatory, and began pulling his own clothes back on. They were considerably rumpled, but it was well worth it, considering the reasons why. His hair was probably a mess, too, but there was nothing he could do but smooth it as best he could, with his fingers. Straightening out his tie as she reemerged, he picked up his briefcase and turned to her, anxiously, "Citra, I need to go and tell my brothers what happened, and get my things... I'll be back as soon as possible, in a few hours, if I can." Saying that might not have meant much to her, though. Helping her to properly read a clock would have to get a special place in his agenda.

Bending over slightly to kiss her, he reassured, "I'll be quick, I promise. I'd like to bring you with me, actually, but..." It didn't seem like they let her come and go as she pleased, if the nightly lockdown was any indication. It made him mad, but what could he do? He would just have to keep good on his promise, which he intended to, anyways. He'd left her before, for terribly long intervals of time, but this was different. It wasn't for his job, it was to quit his job.
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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:23 pm

She was slightly alarmed-- tell them what happened? "You don't mean... You mean just tell them that you found me and we're getting married... Right?" For all her adult years and even the fact that she had participated, she couldn't name it out loud, still. "That's all, tell them that's all."

She wouldn't mention it to him, but there were times when she had barely missed running into Diederik, when she didn't know Niels was also in the same party. She wasn't sure if he had ever seen her-- or if he had, he never told him. Previously she would have thanked him, but now... Well if he just hadn't spoken up, she wouldn't have been surprised, the kind of person he was. "Okay... A few hours," She repeated back to him (For the record, he should have mentally scheduled the time learning as an extended period. She wouldn't be proven wrong or stupid. She would make her own time system, if he was so inclined to tell her that she wasn't doing it the right way). "Niels...? I'm a person, not a briefcase." She reminded him. She wasn't afraid she'd be stolen, or get lost, and she didn't want to be treated like property (she wasn't really making good on that, was she?) "You just have to come back."

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Ambroos quite liked living on a ship. For one-- free travel. For another, he was treated like a king the more he escalated the danger of how he'd lost his limb to sailors who would be too drunk to remember it the next day. Although he didn't exactly have sea legs. Or, sea leg (Quip courtesy of Diederik).

He didn't necessarily like what the operation was for, but god had a plan for everyone, and if the plan for some people was to be carted off in a boat and sold well... How was he to really know what was right? He did his best to make them feel better about their circumstances, and for sure treated them better than his eldest brother (who could he a real menace if bothered) or the middle brother (who couldn't be bothered to muster up the courage to even speak to strangers reassuringly, much of the time). So he was needed, and maybe, this was the plan for him. Many times he doubted, but he was young, and naive, and adventurous, and frankly, sometimes it didn't matter.

He found himself doubting again, though, when it seemed like the only brother with a brain (Broos was smart, just at other things.) had jumped ship. He would have been back the day before with news about contracts and signatures that he wouldn't really listen to, but he wasn't. And it was about 4 hours past his waking time, and he hadn't returned.

So he waited in the bar (Most likely Diederik didn't care either way if his brother we'd came back, he was usually quite a damp blanket--), absently turning a rosary around in his hand with a cane he was too young to have to use leaning against his chair.

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Thu Dec 01, 2011 11:54 pm

"Yes, yes, of course," he amended quickly. God, he was stupid. "That's all they need to know--that's all anyone needs to know." Deciding to stop before he started going off on a train of uncertain babbling, he nodded, reassured (it seemed like every time he thought it was his intention to reassure her, it was really him who needed assurance), "Right, I'll back--" He just stopped himself from adding 'so don't go anywhere, while I'm gone'. Even if he said it like a joke, it still wouldn't sound like one, to him.

Pecking her on the cheek once more, for good measure, he stepped out with one last worried look towards her. It took a while to relocate his car, but as soon as he started it up, the paranoia began to creep in. What if something happened to her while he was gone? What if someone punished her or took her away because they found out he'd been there, overnight? What if she ran away herself, because......?

Antsy, he sped back towards the direction of the inn, eager to get his business finished asap.

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Diederik had a headache. Not the greatest state for a man who was, generally, unpleasant at best. It was because he and Vesna had been up late the night before (not that he was complaining about that), and he'd woken up by accident earlier than he'd meant to. After a few hours of struggling to fall back asleep, the jitters set in, and he finally got up to have a smoke.

Having thrown on some clothes, turned off the metronome and left Vesna to sleep in peace, he trudged out of the hallway and sat down irritably next to his cripple brother. He didn't bother saying hello, or asking what the hell he was doing at the bar, so early. Neither should have come as a surprise.

Lighting up a cigarette (at times like these, he didn't bother with his pipe; he just wanted something quick and dirty), he took a few drags on it to get his foot to stop tapping uncontrollably. Finally, tapping some ashes into a tray, he grunted in Dutch, "Where's Niels. Dead?" 

It was the most reasonable explanation for why he wouldn't already be up, harping on about...whatever it was he always harped on about. If he was going to be honest (and he always was), Diederik tended to automatically tune it out.
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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:08 am

Ambroos didn't get much sleep, either-- the walls weren't thick enough to allow that (it hammered in how embarrassed he was he couldn't even find a girl his own age... But his older brother could find a girl well over a decade his junior). But it was one of the reasons he both disliked and wanted to emulate his brother.

...Emulate everything but the smoking. He really never recovered from the inhalation burns in his lungs, and the waves of tobacco, etc weren't really helping. He wheezed a bit and acted like he took offense to the nonchalant greeting (really, he was thinking the same thing). "I can't believe you would say something like that." Then, hesitating a bit, he muttered, "....Probably." It wasn't an unfounded theory. Maybe he just got tired of searching. Or maybe he angered some stagehand with big words and was laying unconscious somewhere.

"Shouldn't we... Look for him?" He was always on time, or they would risk him having a nervous breakdown. So when he didn't show up... It wasn't a good sign.




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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Fri Dec 02, 2011 4:50 pm

Diederik was all but completely oblivious to how his brother felt. Including about the smoking. Exhaling a stream of smog, he snorted, "You were thinking it." Should they look for him? "...No." Hell no. It was too early for that, and he frankly didn't care enough to. If he was dead, he was dead. If not, he'd come back on his own. And if he was in trouble...well, he'd either die or he wouldn't, and if he didn't, he'd come back. The biggest tragedy would be that he'd have to find someone who'd work for the same pay, or less.

But really, he didn't think he was dead. He had a bit of a better idea of where his brother was, and he didn't like it. He knew the reason why Niels had joined the crew, and he'd spotted it at Mistique. More specifically, he'd spotted her. Or what he thought could be her. He hadn't exactly wasted time committing her image to memory, and he sure as heck hadn't asked, so he couldn't be sure. But if it was her, then there was the chance that their lunatic brother would see her and spiral back into an obsessive relationship he'd only just begun to sort of get over. He was acting normally again, at any rate.

He couldn't honestly say that his self-righteous, stick-in-the-mud brother's happiness figured anywhere in his list of priorities, but his ability to work did. They may have had their (extreme) differences, but there was no denying that Niels was likely the best Diederik could ever hope for, in terms of his job. If he lost his head over this girl again, it'd be a problem. To say the least.

As he brooded over these troubling notions, a car could be heard pulling up, outside, and the engine was quickly cut. Not a few seconds later, their brother burst in. Looking like a lunatic.

"Broos!" He exclaimed, as though he'd somehow missed Diederik's hulking figure right next to him. Practically running up to his younger brother, he gripped him by the shoulders exuberantly, "Broos, I've found her! I found Citra, and we're going to be married!" The words poured out in a delighted rush, accompanied by a manic grin.

"Fuck," Diederik hissed, though not very quietly. Niels pretended not to hear.
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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Fri Dec 02, 2011 6:29 pm

He was about to give his brother a reprimand (not that he would listen), before he was surrounded with haze. He tried to supress his cough, and hadn't noticed from the pressure in his lungs, the noise of the car.

He did notice, however, when his shoulders were seized, and broke into violent wheezing. Still he could hear his brother's voice over the thundering coughs. He should have been happy, he guessed, after all the times he'd comforted him in the past over the woman. The look on his face was more akin to startled, foreboding, surprise.

"You found...her?!" He finally choked out, immediately jumping to action. This couldn't happen. He liked this brother (although he didn't want to emulate him--), and him being constantly unhappy was better than him being happy, ecstatic, obsessive, and then crashing into he-couldn't-even-name-what. The woman wasn't even any good. As soon as they were married she would probably change her mind. Then Dr. Jekyll would become Mr. Hyde and they both would neber get out of the black hole they threw themselves in.

After he was out of his chair, he pushed his older brother onto it as gently as one could push down a loaded spring. "Listen... Niels... Don't you think... Well... It's been a few years, and people change. Shouldn't you think about this?" He wasn't going to, but it would buy him some time. Not looking away from Niels, he threw an elbow at Diederik's side. He couldn't handle this alone-- could one handle a rabid animal alone?

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Fri Dec 02, 2011 8:51 pm

Why was he being sat down? Couldn't they see that he was in a hurry? His bride was waiting for him, for god's sake, he didn't have time to be sitting.

Immediately springing back up, he made like he was going to push him aside (He was hesitant to, though; it would have been cruel to knock him off-balance. Unlike their asshole brother, he was far more sensitive towards Broos's condition.), exclaiming, "I've been thinking about it for years! Look here, I don't have time for this, I need to get my things packed; she's waiting for me--" If he'd heard him thinking that she was no good, he would have likely attacked him, missing leg be damned. Not that he would have won the tussle, either way.

Scowling, Diederik jabbed Broos back. Harder. Nevertheless, he turned and got up, looming over Niels with no attempt to be nonthreatening, "Where're you gonna live, huh? Who's gonna pay you? Feed you?" The one being threatened was unfazed (just one of the reasons Diederik disliked Niels; he had no sway over him), "Please, I've already thought of all this." Stepping around both of them, he backed up a few paces so as to feel less cornered, "I'm going to work and live there, instead, with her. And then when your lot are out of my house," he looked pointedly at Diederik (who rolled his eyes; that house wouldn't be fit to live in anymore, after his friends were done with it--he'd specifically picked them for that purpose), "I'll buy us both passage back to Den Haag."

There was a glint of fanatical certainty in his eyes, like a member of a cult that'd been completely brainwashed, "There's nothing to sit down and think about, anymore. We're going to get married, this time, she agreed to it." There was no mistakening what his tone was implying (intentionally or not): she agreed to it, which meant there would be no opportunity allotted for her to get away, again. It was probably good that she had agreed to it, for it was doubtful that his stance would have been any different, otherwise.

"One day. And already you're out of your fucking mind," Diederik grunted, receiving a nasty glare in response. God damn that woman, now he was going to have to find someone else to do the paperwork. Did Broos know how to read and write? He assumed so. Taking another drag on his cigarette, he eyed his younger brother somewhat menacingly. It was clear who was shaping up to be the most unfortunate, in this mess.
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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:38 pm

"But has she been thinking about it for years?" Broos reasoned, finally calm and able to talk like usual. "Did she come here to find you? Why is she here, Niels. Think about that."

He couldn't go back to her, they would never get him away. Besides, Broos was no good at legal matters (though he could name unlimited obscure knowledge off the top of his head) and he wasn't looking forward to being without an ally the next time Diederik tried to bodily injure him for amusement. Advancing toward him (as well as he could--), he tried to quietly tell him, "You aren't going back. You aren't getting married."

Turning to Diederik for corroboration (why did he have to hit him so hard? Weren't they supposed to be working together??), he still spoke to Niels, "We're going to get back on the ship very soon, and we aren't going to come back here for a long while. ...Right?" Diederik usually was the first to be back on the ship-- even if it wouldn't be moving for a few more days.

"I think you'll feel better... Niels... If you rested." He looked like mess.

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:32 pm

"She doesn't have the same means--the resources-- It doesn't matter!" He hounded on his younger brother, nearing hysterics. He wouldn't consider the things he was being told to consider; it would just turn him into a wreck from the self-doubt, from the uncertainty. "I am going back! Do you think I searched all these years so that you could tell me no, as if it's even your place to?" He waved a hand at Diederik, "Do you think I did it because I enjoy working for him? Because I enjoy living on that godforsaken boat?" (An irritated "fuck you" was muttered and ignored, for that one.) "I don't even like the ocean, Broos!"

Having had enough, he stormed off to his room to go shower and pack his things. The sound of the lock practically echoed down the hallway, it was turned so loudly.

"He's just pissed that no one else is giddy for him," Diederik said bluntly in his absence, using the embers from the stub of his first cigarette to light a second one. "Because he's crazy." After a moment, he reluctantly added, "We're not leaving, yet. Can't move on until we make some money." It was partly true; thanks to the problems at Mistique (which was what they'd sent Niels over there to sort out, to begin with), they hadn't made enough for this trip. It was bad business. They need money for more supplies, to pay the crew, and to make a profit.

...And he was maybe trying to extend his time with Vesna. He wanted to just take her with them, honestly. But he wasn't about to say that, after having just given Niels a hard time. He wasn't that honest.
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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:31 pm

Well this was going as expected (except the bit about the ocean-- you'd think he'd be more sensitive to his feelings--) At least they could make sure he never left his room for... However long it took them to make enough of a sale. He could go hungry, dehydrate... As long as he realized the grave he was digging himself into by being with her. It wasn't only him that went crazy. He'd watched their love combust and burn slowly, emitting noxious gas and suffocating them both when he was even younger than she.

"Well you're not going to just let him go, are you, then?" He muttered, picking up his cane and walking to Niels' door. "I won't do his job. I can't do his job." If Niels, the beacon of right and morality of the three, quit, then what would happen to Ambroos?

Up until that point, Vesna had been sleeping just fine. She'd almost gotten used to loud arguments in Dutch. This time it sounded different though. Getting up and throwing on the first shirt she could find (ever since he'd so generously donated her one outfit to wear, she'd had to make do with his clothes if she wasn't out), she opened the door (not at all embarrassed about her lack of most essential clothing items-- she'd been told that Broos' member had been burned beyond the point of repair, and that Niels was some kind of eunuch--) and looked inquiringly at the both of them groggily.

"Niels is having a mental breakdown."

"Oh, okay." Logical enough.

He needed more on the woman, to convince his usually level-headed sibling that some things just weren't worth it. "You know a girl named Citra?"

She didn't even have to think before wrinkling her nose at the name. "Da-- she used to glare at us-- take actual time out of her day to glare at all of us, before it burned down." She scoffed for a moment before laughing slightly. "But one girl telephoned me here, and told me that some man was leaving her car, right after they unlocked it. And she had the nerve to criticize us?"

Well, then. This changed things. "What did he look like?"

"You know, the rich type. You know the look of them."

He didn't, as he was unaware of prostitution classification systems. It did seem to point out she wasn't as innocent as she claimed. He tapped the door. "Did you hear that, huh?"'

....Unbeknownst to he and Vesna, that 'rich type'... Was really just Niels.


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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Sat Dec 03, 2011 1:54 am

Diederik was starting to feel like he needed something stronger than a cigarette. Was he going to just let him go? He was a bit inclined to, if only on the grounds that Niels was a pain in the ass. And he was a grown man, too. If he wanted to make a fool of himself, who was Diederik to stop him? But it really would be a hassle to find a replacement. A potentially costly hassle.

Running his fingers through his hair just as Vesna arrived on the scene (her lack of clothing did not bother him; he was almost convinced, himself, of the things she'd believed about his brothers), he barely raised an eyebrow at what she revealed. It didn't surprise him that the Asian girl was taking in men at night. It wasn't as though his brother had ever done anything for her, in that department--maybe he'd even traumatized her, somehow.

Niels, on the other side of the door, was doing his best to not pay attention. He was furious enough, as it was. It was difficult, though, to miss the part about the 'rich man' leaving her car.

Opening the door and frowning at all three of them, he snapped back at Broos, "Yes, I heard. That was me, you idiot; I was there all last night. But nobody was supposed to know." Slamming the door shut again, a frustrated "damn it all!" could be heard from within. He had to get back faster than ever, now. He should have been sneakier about leaving. Now someone had seen, and Citra would be upset, and he wasn't there to do anything about it.

Diederik nearly choked on his cigarette at the turn of events; he'd come dangerously close to something like raucous laughter. "Bet they played Parcheesi all night," he said once he finally got himself under control. Did Niels even know how sex worked? Did he have the necessary functioning equipment? This was turning out to be kind of amusing, after all.

Running water could be heard inside the room, probably in an attempt to (other than actually take a bath) drown out their voices. Exhaling one last puff of smoke, he remarked (in Dutch, so that it wasn't understandable to all present ears), getting off-topic, "Heh. Now two of us have a hot young woman." Nonchalantly, he put out the cigarette on Ambroos' shirt, "Where's yours?" Sometimes it was fun to needle Broos; he could get awfully competitive.
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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Sat Dec 03, 2011 10:59 am

"....Are you sure?" Vesna asked after a moment.... But he had already slammed the door. Once the water could be heard on the outside, she muttered to the rest of them discretely (as if he would still hear), "Why does he want to marry her...? She's horrible..."

All of this was confusing her. She should have just stayed in bed. They didn't seem to be talking in English anymore... And it didn't seem to be about Niels, anymore.

Of course. Diederik couldn't take anything seriously unless it lost him egregious amounts of money. He didn't care at all about the mental state of someone of his own family. Swatting his hand away (well, that shirt was ruined--), he hissed, and shoved him. "Any younger than me and it would be a child. Besides," He shoved him again, harder, falling for the provocation, "But you know if there's one thing I've learned from you, with enough money you can buy as young a girl as you want!"

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Sat Dec 03, 2011 6:19 pm

Diederik half-shrugged, not entirely interested in what kind of person whats-her-name actually was. Which was probably why he'd never really known. And as long as she never bothered him, he'd never care to know. All he knew was that no woman was the sun; his brother's entire world shouldn't have revolved around her, no matter what she was like. It was irritating, in a way. Someone who acted so stuck up, half of the time, didn't have the right to spend the other half being a complete idiot over some girl. Regardless of how happy it made him--that much was irrelevant, to Diederik.

Pushing back (At least it could be said that he never treated his brother like he couldn't take anything, because of his leg... Quite the opposite, actually.), he leered at him with tobacco-stained teeth, "That's right, Peggy. That's how the world works." Honesty. It knew no limits, in his case.

Backing off for a moment, he thought something over and decided, "Right, you go follow him. Secretly. If they don't hire him, bring him back. If they do, go tell them we need more time on that business contract." And, just in case convincing was needed, he added, "That's an order, sailor. Fuck it up, and I'll throw your leg in the harbor." It was not a hollow threat. Taking Vesna by the waist so that they could retire back to their room, he added, "Get yourself a woman, while you're there. We're making you look bad." Switching back to English, he murmured something in her ear about going back to bed, before closing the door.

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Having combed his hair properly and put on some fresh clothes, Niels was rushing around to get all of his things packed away. Most of the maps and endless (highly organized) piles of paperwork, related to Diederik's business, were left on the table. Everything else was neatly tucked and folded away into it's respective space inside his trunk, which closed with a satisfying click. Dragging it out (why did they make these things so cumbersome?), he opened the door hesitantly, only to find that Broos had been seemingly ditched by the other two.

A pang of guilt struck him, slightly--he was probably all his younger brother really had. Clearing his throat, he explained, in a considerably kinder tone than he'd been using, before, "I'm sorry, Broos. I have to do this, you know, for myself. I can't be responsible for everyone else, anymore." Even when it wasn't only the three of them (or maybe especially so), he tended to have too much presence, in the family. He didn't want any of them to end up like Diederik, but at the same time, they needed to learn how to make the right and responsible choice, on their own. If he was always around to lay down the law, they'd never learn to do it for themselves.

"We'll keep in touch, ja? Tot ziens--" And without giving him a chance to try and convince him otherwise, again, he left.
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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Sat Dec 03, 2011 7:35 pm

For the small amount of time she'd been staying there (she was starting to rethink ever going back), she'd learned not to interfere. She was used to getting into fights; she was used to starting them. But apparently men didn't like a woman coming to save them. Half the time, like this one instance, nothing happened. It was amusing... If it were women they would already be clawing at each other by then. She would have vehemently protested Diederik being so terrible to his own brother, but all she really could understand was that she would have a chance to have another go at a risky maneuver she'd tried the night before. A few of her giggles were left out in the hallway as the door shut.

Broos was sorely tempted to kick the door, if he could without losing his balance. He was forced to follow his pathetic older brother while the eldest, the supposed patriarch, the beacon for the rest of them, was busy presumably seeing if he could literally fuck a woman to death. It was sick, and disgusting, and it spoke to how his only long term relationship was with a prostitute who didn't understand much English. Most of all it made his competitive nature escalate. What was wrong with him? He was missing a leg, had burn scars, but was mostly overall a good person. Diederik's teeth were yellow and crooked and Broos was convinced that his heart had just turned into some sort black conglomeration that pumped tobacco sludge through his veins. So why all the women? It was an anomaly. He just stood there, glaring at the door, his desire to one-up him growing with every second and noise that came from under the door.

Snapping out of it when Niels adressed him, he turned around to try and say something to convince him not to go. If he really thought about it, maybe it was because he wasn't sure what to think about life without someone saying so. But he only thought about how he couldn't let his brother-- his brilliant brother-- completely lose his mind over a woman who he saw as completely controlling... Up until the point it backfired on her.

"Sure..." He finally replied, as he was walking away. Meaninglessly agreeing to the fantasies of a mentally unstable person. "I... I think I'll take a walk..." If he knew where he was going, he could get there when he wanted. He really didn't know who was in charge of what there, anymore. Who was he supposed to ask? And he didn't think he would find a woman there, really. If Citra and Vesna were two extremes (the latter he liked for her kindness, but abhorred her lifestyle) then he wasn't sure he even wished for a woman in the middle of the scale. As he drove off, Broos made his way along the road, slowly, presumably to take a turn and go back after a while. He had a feeling he'd be keeping in touch with Niels earlier than he'd thought.

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Sat Dec 03, 2011 8:35 pm

It was admittedly harder to walk away than he'd originally imagined, but it was for the best. And he consoled himself that it wasn't as though they'd never see each other again. They'd keep in touch--and whenever they made port in Holland, he could invite Broos up to his house (when he was actually living there again, of course). He could see their not-tall babies, and be their godfather. And see that they did get married, and that they were happy, and that it had been a wonderful decision.

Still, he wondered if he shouldn't have also firmly advised his younger brother not to let Diederik step all over him, in Niels' absence.

Pulling up to the carnival, at last, he parked the car, leaving his trunk inside. The first order of business was to make a beeline straight for the manager's car. He would have liked to have checked on Citra first, but he was afraid that if he did, he wouldn't be able to pull away from her again. And even if he could, he might not have been as calm as he'd liked, after seeing her. He wanted to be completely in his element, for this.

Walking briskly, he slowed down, not quite recalling which car had been Bourbon's. Or if the new guy was even in that one. Spotting a woman (in clothes that were almost certainly too warm for the weather) leaning sideways against one of them, he approached her, very business-like, "Excuse me--" She didn't seem to hear. Judging by her face, she was focusing intensely...on her feet. Clearing his throat, he tried again, more loudly, "Excuse me, miss?" Startled, she nearly seemed to stumble, despite being stationary. Quickly regaining her posture (though was the hand that braced her against the car shaking slightly?), she responded, "Yes, yes, excuse me--I didn't quite see you..." Or hear. But he couldn't know it was because she was wearing earplugs.

Somewhat perplexed, he went ahead and asked, "Do you know, by chance, which car is the managers'?"

A grimace flickered across her expression, and she responded, after a moment's hesitation, "Eh...yes...it's this one." Which begged the question of why she was just standing there, outside of it. Truthfully, she was on her way, herself, to go find out if the businessman that was supposed to come yesterday had ever shown up. (If only she knew.) She made it a point to be savvy to what was, and what was supposed to be, going on, concerning the carnival's business affairs.

Unfortunately, she'd lost her balance on the way, and was waiting for her brain to recognize her feet again, while putting all of her concentration into not falling over ungraciously. It was a challenge. And it left her just standing there, somewhat awkwardly.

"Ah...thank you," Niels said, uncertainly. Deciding that he'd rather not question into the situation, he went ahead and knocked on the door, straightening his tie and mentally preparing himself for what he did best.

Frowning as soon as he wasn't looking at her, she immediately began to slip around the corner of the car, so as not to be seen. It wouldn't do much for her credibility. And she was far too proud to admit the truth to the person in charge. Watching her feet carefully, she cautiously crept around the corner, using the wall as a guide. It wasn't easy; at moments like these, it was as if her movements had switched to pilot controls. Nothing moved in the direction she wanted, because she could no longer sense that anything existed past her shins. Add high heels into the mix, and it was slow going. Still, she managed to get out of sight before the door opened.

Inwardly, though, she had to curse at herself. Even if she would have never made it all the way inside, she would have liked to know what was going on. This stranger was obviously not there for tea and biscuits; he had an air of seriousness about him. Resigning herself to eavesdropping, she took a plug out and pressed her ear against the car. With any luck, she'd at least catch on to why he was there. And whether or not it was a good thing.


((Hope you don't mind--I jumped on the chance to use her. And this way, Broos has someone to talk to, so he's not just waiting around. XD))
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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Sat Dec 03, 2011 9:31 pm

Amador was, in his mind, a great charismatic leader. However, charismatic didn't mean hardworking. Not to him. Being charismatic took lots of energy. So, at that moment, he was getting it back, in the form of a nap. Well, sleep. He hadn't really gotten up.

Groaning when the door was knocked on, he lazily got out of bed and wondered if it was that snooty owner who was always pressuring him to 'take a look at the finances'. He really should have someone for that. Opening the door a crack, he was pleasantly or not surprised that it wasn't even a woman. "I'm busy," He nurtured, opening the door all the way. "What do you want?"

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By the time he'd reached the carnival, Broos was suitably worn out. After asking around, he found Niels' empty automobile, as well as the manager's car. He was glad he didn't have to rush around. He could barely keep walking as it was. Figuring his brother would be making a beeline back to Citra after he got out, he decided to wait at the side. Dragging himself over, he saw.... That there must have been a queue forming for people who wanted to see the manager and also not be seen prior.

"Are... Are you waiting?"

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Sat Dec 03, 2011 10:56 pm

...Had this man just now woken up? He looked like it. It was hard not to make a face as Niels' workaholic inner mind automatically screamed, OBVIOUSLY NOT BUSY!! But he managed. Besides, if first impressions were anything to put stock into, it told him that perhaps it would not be very difficult getting this job. Lazy people loved an employee who was willing to do all the grunt work.

Offering a handshake, he introduced himself, "Cornelius van den Haag. I apologize; we were supposed to meet yesterday, but a personal emergency of sorts came up." That was the only thing he was really concerned could hurt his chances. "But I'm actually here to discuss something different with you...if you don't mind, I'm sure it will be worth your time."

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Darya had been focusing on what she could hear both from around the corner, and through the wooden wall. Was he just now getting out of bed? Useless! And come to find this was the businessman that was supposed to be there yesterday, now here a day late? Also useless! If she wasn't currently frozen in place, she would have almost certainly put him in his place. There was no room here for slackers and no-shows. In her frustration, she hadn't noticed that she'd been approached, yet again. Though this time, it was somewhat more of a shock, since she was, after all, trying not to be seen.

As such, she jumped this time, and missed falling completely to the ground only by hanging onto the edge of the car. It was still not one might call a graceful save. Struggling to pull herself upright, she turned around, still bracing herself with the car.

"You absolutely did not see that!" She whispered (so as to not arouse the notice of the two men around the other side) shrilly, in her acquired accent. Face hot with shame, she straightened up as best as she could, and with as much dignity as could be mustered, for someone who was very clearly skulking about where they shouldn't be. "Yes...yes, in a sense, I am waiting." For the briefest of moments, her eyes dropped to his cane and leg, and flickered back up, with little change in her expression. It was hard to miss her tone becoming somewhat softer, though. (Two cripples hiding in wait around a circus car. It might have been funny, had it not been so unfunny.) "Are you here to speak with the manager?" If so, she was debating whether or not to tell him to discuss it with her, instead. She probably cared more, anyways.
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Post  DIDNEY WORL on Sat Dec 03, 2011 11:34 pm

The spaniard raised an eyebrow , but nonetheless shook his hand, and stepped aside. "Fine, fine, come in." He didn't bother with his name-- it should have been known to him already.

He wasn't about to tell him that he wasn't the one that usually made the final decisions. If he was a salesman, he couldn't lend him money. It didn't belong to him, it belonged to the woman (who for some reason pretended to never hear him). "Emergency? What kind of emergency would preclude such important business?" Really he didn't remember the intended business. "And now you've changed things? You know, with the way things are going with your... Organization-- the past manager wasn't satisfied with your services or who provided them-- if I don't like this news I might as well fire the whole of you." He dropped into a comfortable chair and stared the man down suspiciously. "So, digame."

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Two minutes in and already he'd found a woman. She was pretty but... Frankly wasn't sure about the rest. He barely had time to react by the time she'd gotten back up (you know, not being quick on his feet--) and nearly didn't whisper, "Sorry! I'm sorry! I... Didn't. I didn't see it." At times like this, it took a moment for his speech to kick in. "I don't even know what I'm apologizing for-- I suppose I went ind for a few brief seconds. I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry I didn't see."

Was he waiting for the manager? "...It depends on what happens to the man that comes out." If he got the job, then Broos would have to do the contracts. If he didn't get the job... He still didn't think Niels would come back. Holding out his hand to take hers, he smiled amicably and offered, "Ambroos Van Der Haven.... But you don't see me, either."

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Post  nahn-SEK-wuh-tuhr on Sun Dec 04, 2011 1:09 am

He did, in fact, already know the other man's name. Primarily because he always made it a point to learn the names of people he'd be doing work with, beforehand. That still didn't mean he found it acceptable that no proper introduction was exchanged. It was proper business etiquette, after all.

"An emergency that lead to my choosing not to represent those services, any longer," he replied shortly, taking a seat across from him, "As such, I'm not actually here for that."

Adjusting his glasses, he got to the point, with a good amount of frankness, "I've been negotiating with the management here since before Ms. Schuetzeneur, and to be blunt, this business is going in a downward spiral. From what I've seen, one leader is hardly enough to keep it afloat. The leader has responsibilities of their own, without having to concern themselves with all the details of the finances. You need someone who's skilled with accounting, and paperwork, and legal matters--the busywork, ja? I can do that; that's why I'm here."

He didn't add that a truly hardworking, savvy, and devoted leader could have done it, alone (with some amount of stress). That wasn't the point.

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It was probably for the best that he wasn't quick on his feet, because she might not have appreciated being helped, in this case. It would have only added to the embarrassment.

Nevertheless, she couldn't help but allot him a faint smile, "That's quite alright, there wasn't much to see." Just a woman forgetting she had feet--though if the pins and needles were any indication, she was starting to regain her senses. Which was good, even if it was uncomfortable, because it meant she could stop focusing on it so absolutely. Slipping her fingers into his (it still felt like such a strange practice, sometimes), she replied, "Darya D'Arcy. I'm pleased to meet and not see you, Mr. Van Der Haven."

Ambroos. What an odd name; if she'd still had her Persian accent, she might have said it like 'Emrooz'. Today. Mr. Today. Not that she would have addressed him by his first name, anyways.

"Do you work with Mr. Van Den Haag?" She questioned, having heard the name being given, before they went inside. If he did, then why was he waiting out here? ...Then again, so was she, and she technically worked with Mr. Whatever-His-Last-Name-Was-Supposed-to-Be (honestly, after she'd just gotten used to the whole concept of surnames--).
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