Re: Hotel -> Lost: Jules & Kitane
[The shout startled Kitane a little bit, not much, just enough to have jump into the air and look at the other woman with wide Alaska glacier eyes. Congress had something to do with politics and politics were the absolute opposite of fashion- that was to say that they were boring, full of ugly old men, and rambunctiously sucktastic. The fact that the majority of politicians that she knew about were the ones that made her throw popcorn, soda, and any nearby object at the TV because they were so dumb they made her temples squeeze on her brains probably didn't help anything.] DOWN WITH IT! [She yelled of her own volition, arm hiked into the air. Yeah, she could get on this wagon for her lady mate.]
No, no, not lived. Visited. [This was said with all the syllables stretched out and individualized like they were separate words.] It was strange, the stick language was everywhere, but my friend Mingmei told me how to pronounce it. Nǐ hǎo. I can't write her stick language though, I can only write pigeon. [She shrugged.] I didn't meet any generals, but I did meet some happies when I went to San Francisco, and I did go on that ride, but Theo made a face like this. [Obviously it was a face that she had previously practiced as her lips pointed downward, all mobility in her expression lost so she looked like a bored wooden ogre.
The expression lasted for only a moment before it cleared, she grinned, and grabbed the tiki torch door with a sign over it, the word written on it not one that she knew. But, she didn't know a lot of words, so it was met with a shrug as she tugged the door open to -
Trees. Palm trees. Definite scent of ocean. Dull roar of waves.] The Eeney Meeney Miney Mo Gods are right! [Said with a bit of awe, her fingers loosely dragging through Jules as she stepped through and onto sandy, overgrown ground.] We found it! [A whoop and a holler, and she was dragging her bag in, just enough to get it through the door before leaving it and making a steady charge for the beach.]