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Fearless Flight

The sterile ceiling light beats with batons, the encroaching darkness outside again and formed an anti-fascist protective wall on the window sills. The white walls and floor tiles are reflected against the blackened road out behind the wheel, and a Cloud of frizzy hair sprays out from under the leather seats like a convoy of Jetfighter.
Unforgiven he chases with his broom, perhaps with a little too much Hüftgeschüttel, wobbling a little too much with a little too much ass in the pants. Pressed from his big headphones, laconically on his baby Deathhawk fly, and then a few droplets Chiptune.
"You can not hold me down," he dröselt in this typical to Walkman-sing-along an imaginary voice singing from four instrumental channels, "Nooo you can not hold me down Oh, Valerie!"
He pulls the headphones slowly out of the abyss and fluffy in the neck - the rest is still good after all, you can soup up again - And waddle with a subtle and unsubtle kinked wrist to the door, dragging his broom behind.
Good, "you are there, yeah. Listen, the Martin wants to swap his shift with you, the totaaal was confused because he had first talked to Tobi and Tobi had then changed places with you, and well, he must at Thursday to hold a dance, you know, this is ... a gift to his mother? You know that is so old, my goodness. " He snaps away with his tongue and engages openly after Valeska brittle, blond locks. "You have to watch but really, jaa."
you begin to nod, first a little distracted, and does its part to his headphones. Dark blue background with Opaque white acrylic points and a fighter jet, from the ragged diagonal two red lasers.
"Woaaa, who are really bad!" Insists she appreciatively while the patterned fingernails covered itself with eight bits. "Where did you get that?"
"Oh my God." He folds his hands across his chest and shows exactly with the fingertips on her. "You MUUUSST go there. You have to. This is such a shop at Hermann Square, which has only open at night. Of twenty clock or something. Since so sits a completely finished artist, you know, with all tangled hair" (He is waving to the "! Fuu Fuu own head around and interrupt his speech short for diverse-lute)" - and, so dark circles, and you give her things and painted the liiive. Right before your eyes. "
" Woaaa! "A customer steals guiltily at his door and along the wall before he was in one of the metal chairs set. Valeska throws back her hair and ignores him with wide eyes." But does not langeee full? "
" But she wants volll little. You just have to make it to dinner or a tea, and on it you may also loo. Sooo excited about is the. I've offered her to cut her hair, you know ", both short laugh," maybe they will pass soon. ? Please pull a number "
The last sentence was directed to the customer, this was directed after a few seconds and uncertain shuffled to the machine from which he moved to push a small slip of paper. Otherwise, the waiting area was empty.
"Oh my Gooott, then I'll go down there! But I do not know yet, I ..." Thoughtfully, she now draws the other ear of the headphones in order a couple of blocky, three-dimensional discover Space Invaders. "I have to first finish, paint what I leave. Oh man" After it has set back again her hair, she stares at her red-white-Polka Dot Ballerina down, then she runs to the break room. "I'm at the same to you, yes?"

A sudden silence falls over the room, as the headphones silence. A doubting gaze sawed off the neck of the baby-Death Hawks until the owner with the fumbling at his MP3 player is ready. Then he turns around, one hand still in his pocket.
"What."
The man on the metal chair - platinum blonde hair, white dream, radioactive face - pulls up in response a doubtful eyebrow.
"Seriously?" He then asks. Not quite as cool as it might have passed. To be very greasy pleasure expressed by his paper facial expressions. The fact that someone winds move in light of his skepticism.
"What throw! Otherwise me out of here."
"Hm" Short pause. "Do you not somehow turn heterosexual ..?"
"Oh, just fuck off!" A laughter kick to the metal chair, and the music comes on again.