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Date: Sunday, 27 December 2009 13:24 (UTC)
"It won't ever wash off." She said sadly, toying with the fat braids of her wig. Her eyes flickered up at the angular man before her. He didn't seem to belong here any more than she did, there was something around the eyes... She grinned, suddenly. He was real. Baraq was real.

"I really don't like this place at all... I mean, why just re-hash old nightmares? I've moved beyond all this." She took a deep shuddering breath and gave the wig a sharp tug. The headdress came tumbling off with it, and Ishtar dropped the whole mess to the ground. She rubbed blood-stained fingers through her short hair. "Much better."

She began patting herself down, checking the voluminous folds of her tunic, "I really, really need...Aha!" She suddenly grinned, all eyes and teeth, as she drew out an anachronistic zippo lighter and a gold cigarette case. "You look like you could use one too."

She lit up a pair of cigarettes, and proffered one to him, only slightly stained with red lipstick. "You look a bit out of it all. Are you high? Weren't you just at a masquerade?"
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