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141 the Ripper

The Ripper

»And it’s a costume play for sure, right? With the huge flowing victorian dresses, isn’t it? I think that’s impressive…«

»No, Ann, sorry to disappoint you, you’ll see the premiere if you’ll like it, it’s a very modern piece«


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»Modern or very modern?« Tim said with interest.

John added, sarcastically »Quite modern« and drank another sip of red wine.

»We do it minimalistic. All costumes are more metaphor than actual clothes. The production design is just bare black walls. The Ripper wears a simple shirt with black long sleeves, black gloves and a long black skirt that goes to the floor, which centers attention on him as a night animal, with an animal body. He really blends into the Whitechapel walls as he is Whitechapel. Because he is still a ghost and a mystery, a demon from Avernum, he wears a mask. He wears a hood over his head, something with a zipper over his mouth and eyes like in BDSM sex shops«

More silence. »Quite enough,« John repeated in a low voice, drinking another sip of wine to keep things simple.

»So what metaphors do the victims wear?« Ann asked. Little had been said about this, suspiciously.

»None at all,« answered Maggie shortly.

»What do you mean now? You can’t possibly be naked on stage!« Ann manifested her own insecurity.

»Yes,« Maggie savored her created moment to the maximum. She relished it. It was as she was already showing herself off, without the wait until Sunday.

After what seemed like an eternity, she quietly replied »For the Ripper, every victim is just a bare naked body. A naked body, sink, flesh and bones. A naked mass of lust and meat which he aims to slaughter. That’s what we show.«

»And it’s quite practical. If I don’t wear that much, I don’t have to change that much« Maggie giggled quietly.

Tim looked around, a grin on his face, Ann had lost her speech. Finally, she said, grinning »Naked! How cool…«

»Well then, cheers« John added jokingly, serving himself.

»For the Ripper, every victim is just a bare naked body. A naked body, sink, flesh and bones. A naked mass of lust and meat which he aims to slaughter…«

»Yes, I’m totally naked.«

»It’s an uncanny contrast with the Ripper in black but me naked. A woman…«

»…her naked skin exposed to the night monster of London..«

»The pale naked light of the living flesh of the body faces death’s darkness and masculine violence.«

»It’s elemental, radical, archaic, deep…«

»under the table and begins to stroke her bare vulva…«


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