{ 0 2 : 2 0 } xxxxxx<< What is it that you are doing, Tayes? >> Torvald's voice was gruff and mired with the taste of thick alcoholic fervour. He held another martini in his hand, and his tie was slightly loosened. His entire person had seemingly changed from the bombastic, explosive character of his to something more mellow and calculating. He frowned deeply, and his eyes were thick with precise observation as he looked drearily around this terrible waste of good working-class labour that the Bennett household was. He had just entered the enormous pool room, careful to stay away from that -- uuugh -- cursed water. For a time, he had been eyeing the nonsense that Comares Duvont and Freeborn were about to commit -- alas, he needed to make sure that nothing terrible would happen! But before moving an inch closer towards that treacherous pool he almost forgot to notice the strange, quiet girl who stood by herself admiring the walls. So he never went to the poolside, and he was thankful enough for that. He stayed by the exit, where the radio played terribly cheesy 70s disco tunes. Whose idea of an actual party was this mockery? Torvald spat in defiance and turned back to the girl Tayes who was acting as socially awkward as a cat among Capitalist pigs. He sipped his drink and stood by the pool walls, a hand gripping the inside of his pocket. << This is the greatest structure in this disgusting house. Simple white walls with a flew blue insets. Clean and rational. Enjoyable. >> He sipped his martini, his eyes darting around. << However, its very existence -- it is tainted by the enemy that the poolwater provides to our beings as revolutionaries. >> He stepped away from the wall and turned to the exit. The music was still playing, but otherwise, the pool was rather quiet, save for the incessant, disturbing commotion that the two underage drunk children were making while the fires lasted in their pants. Ugh. He sipped his martini. << Tayes, why are you not with the others? I have rarely seen you mingling with your peers. Instead, you find your time better to make acquaintances with pool plaster and ruined old drunkards like myself. >> The radio music began to die down, and Torvald gazed upward towards the sky, glittering behind the glass ceiling of the pool house. "We interrupt this late night early morning program to ... " Torvald's ears perked up, but he only turned his head back to Tayes. << You should join them, in the pool. I am certain making another comrade is in their best interests as young revolutionaries wishing to challenge the world. >> He sipped his martini and adjusted his tie. << As though they may not accept this veritable idea in their hearts ... >> " ... There has been a car crash on Intercounty Road I-17 running through ... " A car crash? Torvald walked back to the wall but stared at the exit way, continuing to talk to Tayes. << Do you not like their company? Are you simply afraid of your fellow revolutionary, is it? >> He began to walk out of the poolhouse, the ruckus between Freeborn and Duvont slowly dying down. << Perhaps you should come inside, then-- >> "... The first victim has been identified as Julius Henon, professor at Fortissimo-- " Torvald jolted his head upward, his glass slipping out of his hand. It landed on the solid poolside wall with a sickening crash, shattering into jagged shards, releasing the cloudy translucent liquid into the cold winter air. Did-- It was the same-- no-- was he the only one who heard that? He looked back to Tayes, and then a few of the others in the pool. They were much too far away to have heard anything. What of the others? They were mostly with themselves, gushing like little children over romantic falsities and insatiable lust. Torvald twirled on his foot and began to march inside. << Get in, Tayes, >> He said offside of his shoulder as he walked back inside the house proper. When he was inside, he decided to use his previous predicament to his advantage. Namely, to call the only rationally-acting person in this entire dungeon of a home. << Comrade butler of the working class. >> Torvald's voice was calm, calling out to the entire room loudly. He crossed his arms, tapping his foot in wait. << There is broken glass by the poolside. This is of your utmost proletarian interest for it offers a dangerous potential for injury for the young revolutionaries in your company. I advise you to move to the entrance of the pool building as quick as possible. >>
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Ah yes, I was looking forward to a positive revolution for a bit. Allow me to take part.
Two and a half.
A thread about a non-staff member? That is surely below you, Amaury.
