[center][h1][color=gray] Katsuya Bogdani [/color] [/h1]

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[u][b]Location: [/b][/u] Outside Main Hall; Dinning Hall

[u][b]Interacting With:[/b][/u] Her own delusions, Jessica Wilson[@Undine], Ollie [@Liriia],& Elowen [@tigerchuffs]
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[Sorry For The Interruption And We Now Return To The Daydream That Was Currently in Progress]

Berlin is a city severed straight down the middle; this literal division between west and east only further infects the gaping wound that has plagued Germany since its defeat at the hands of the allied powers in the First Great War and its clear to the majority of the populace that fascism had been as effective as a magical elixir peddled by the local quack in treating this identity crisis. A fog of nihilism blankets the once great city like a cloud of mustard gas whittling away at the emotions all; well, perhaps not everyone’s emotions because one happens to find love even in the strangest places…especially in the strangest of places.  

The Lounge Singer clad in a bright white suit stood in a back alley underneath fluorescent sign that flashed the English word ‘Here’; just thinking of the sign brought a smile to The Lounge Singer’s face knowing that most tourists would take some philosophical or symbolic meaning out such meaningless phraseology.  The Lounge Singer brought a lit cigarette up to his mouth and rolled it between her lips before finally allowing it to settle in the corner of his mouth. The androgynous figure was of course waiting for a woman, but not just any woman The Lounge Singer was waiting for The American that had stolen the proverbial key to his heart.  Being a lounge singer one would of course cater to an audience that perhaps would continue an attractive person or two, however none ever matched the beauty of The American; yes, it was still true that The Lounge Singer had a habitual hatred of tourists and he at first dismissed The American as just another mindless rube looking to profit off of German misery, but she was different and deep down he always knew it. Damn her for stirring up such confliction within him, but if she be damned than damn him as well. At last the familiar frame of The American turned down the alley, The Lounge Singer could even smell the sweetness of her perfume; the look on her face indicated she wanted to hear the first song he sang to her…their song so The Lounge Singer softly began cooing the lyrics to Roxy Music’s  [url= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vPhLtIJIiyI]2HB [/url]…

“Words don’t express my meaning

Notes could not spell out the score

But finding not keeping’s the lesson

Here’s looking at you, kid.”

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Katsuya flashed back to reality before the daydream could go any further. Did she really start daydreaming again? Was she blushing?  Of course she was totally blushing, curse her stupid rival for making her experience a sense of utter blissfulness; this was pure psychological warfare and strictly prohibited by the Geneva Convention. Speaking of Jessie after showing off her perfectly toned gymnastic skills she was so close that Kat could just reach out and run her fingers through that soft blonde hair, so she could pull it of course because archrivals do not fantasies about such nonsensical things. Kat quickly put on the guise of being irritated to cover her obvious crushing.

[color=66CDAA]Wow, what a showoff Jessie! Making the rest of us peasants feel bad about our lack of gymnastic skills. I bet you are oh so flexible….erm I mean I bet you expect a round of applause for that beautif…horrible performance. Well read my lips…you are not getting any such thing from me. God, I don’t exist too just to reassure you of your own privilege.[/color] Kat scoffed under her breath before beating a strategic retreat into the dining hall before Jessica would have a chance to retaliate because too much escalation would only result in mutually assured destruction.

She let a loose an audible sigh of relief as she attempted to sneak into the dinning hall…attempted being the key words here as Kat was oblivious to the fact that doing poorly executed rolls in an attempt switch  between cover drew more attention that if she had just walked between locations.  

Once inside the dinning hall Kat preceded to nab an entire pot of coffee off a burner to quench her insatiable thrist for the beverage in question; she briefly considered grabbing a second pot of Java, but ultimately decided that would be rather rude and some people were already giving her nasty looks. Did these people not realize that a pot of coffee a day kept the boredom at bay; boo what a bunch of light weights. After crafting an equally ridiculous stack of pancakes topped with an unsettling amount of maple syrup carefully bounded towards Ollie and Low as they were really the only people that Kat felt comfortable sitting with as she was still trying to be all incognito after her encounter with Jessica. 

[color=66CDAA]"Greetings to my two favoritist people who happen to be in this room also dining on complimentary breakfast. Can you believe that the serve food this early? I mean wow. I am so excited, I am trembling. Ha! How did you like my stealthy approach, no one even saw me coming" Kat blurted out before abruptly sitting down, digging into her food and slurping her pot of coffee.[/color]