Mister Hessian? Can you tell me how to make those rib things?

[Oleg doesn't dare to ask for Herz to make them for him. Oleg doesn't depend on adults, nor does he expect anything from them. Mostly what he hopes for is neglect.

That's far better than abuse.]

I put on this mask and now when I walk these flowers keep saying really dirty things. They sound like Mr Gazelle...

How do I take this mask off?

I found out that when metal gets really hot it turns red, just like in the cartoons. Why does it change colour? How come it turns red but stuff like branches turns black?

Where did all the new people come from? It isn't Friday...

This is great.

[The chandelier he's sitting on swings with the motion of Oleg kicking his legs back and forth. He's been having so much fun being taller, bigger, more physically able. He can climb like never before, get into trouble with all his youthful energy.]

Hey, Captain, you're a great man. Can I stay this way, please? Pretty please?

Holy shit. A few hours ago I was eleven and now I'm... well, look at me. Did I just miss something like eight years of my life on the Elegante? Have we been sailing for that long?

Hey, any chance Mr or Mrs Gazelle are here? Or Nicky? Mrs Kopanski, you around? Thom? Chase?

Anyone?

Why do new people always arrive on a Friday?

[Oleg's too young to be affected by the strong desire for sex, seeings as he's only eleven, but he definitely has been affected by the feelings of anger and rage. He clicks on his comm, young voice terse.]

No one touch Mrs Kopanski or Thom. If you do--

[Oleg swings his tableleg against the chair in front of his desk and it cracks. He's trembling ( Read more... )

Thom, can you help me find some more sports equipment?

Why are they bringing in more people?

Nicky? Did they bring you, too?