Courage.

[funny_herman]

I hide myself in my room in a fit of near-spastic fury when the Emcee has just proven once again that he is of far tougher mettle than I could have ever begun to imagine.

*collapses on the bed and stares up at the ceiling*

Mein Gott. It all came back to me. It all came rushing back to me and it could have struck me down if not for Rosie crying and running about and letting me know that I was needed, that I needed to help. It was the same feeling, exactly the same. The weak knees. The bottom falling out of my stomach. The heart beating so hard I thought my chest would explode. The complete and utter...anger.

*breathes deeply to calm his nerves again*

The blood. His was just a small cut, and the bleeding was quickly staunched.

...I had tried to stop a gash once before, but the blood kept coming.

*squeezes eyes shut*

In a different time, I could very easily disappear. Yes, I could very easily pick up and disappear.

*slowly sits up*

Courage.

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[call-me-frankie.livejournal.com]

*knocks lightly on the door, then talks through it*

Herman, it's Frankie. I brought ice cream for everybody and...well, it just seems so unimportant now, but even so...come on down, if you'd like some.

*goes to try and figure out which door is the Emcee's*

ice cream?

[funny-herman.livejournal.com]

*opens the door and looks up and down the hall*

Hallo there, Frankie. Looking for the Emcee? Last door on the left.

*heads toward the stairs then turns*

And thank you for bringing the ice cream...I think it will be much appreciated by everyone. *offers an encouraging smile before heading off*

*for a moment ...

[not-a-showgirl.livejournal.com]

... she lurks at the doorway -- watching him -- resisting the urge to go inside*

*wonders what troubles him so deeply, but, again deciding to keep her silence*

*she gives a small sigh, watching a moment longer before leaving the doorway entirely and heading back down the hall*

*almost bumps into you in the shadows*

[funny-herman.livejournal.com]

Oh, Hannah! I'm sorry, I didn't see you.

*walking down the stairs together*

*quietly:*

How are you holding up?

Re: *almost bumps into you in the shadows*

[not-a-showgirl.livejournal.com]

*wearily, she rubs at her eyes before bringing her hand back down to her side*

I'm not the one to worry about... *looking up at you with bright green eyes as she forces a carefree smile to her face* Things like this...? *a light shrug of the shoulders* I'm used to it..

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[funny-herman.livejournal.com]

*frowns, shakes his head*

Oh, mein Lieb, no... I suppose it is one thing to try not to worry about this...but don't ever get used to it.

*a pale anger flickers in her eyes*

[not-a-showgirl.livejournal.com]

*she tenses, her voice, low and somber* Let them come at night, and let them burn your home ... you'll find just how little things like this surprise you...

*she breath deeply to calm her nerves* *barely above a whisper, eyes downcast* I'm sorry, I -- ...

*running a hand through her hair, she opens her mouth to say something more, but stops herself* *squeezing her eyes shut she turns, walking off*

[lulu-mein-herr.livejournal.com]

*Hugs tightly* I for one am glad you did not disappear on us.

[funny-herman.livejournal.com]

*hugs back* Ah, Lulu...it's a good thing you and the rest of the girls make it hard for me to disappear. *smiles*

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[lulu-mein-herr.livejournal.com]

*hugs back* Ah, Lulu...it's a good thing you and the rest of the girls make it hard for me to disappear. *smiles*

*chuckles softly* We'll make it impossible, if I have it my way.