Dammit...

I haven't seen her for several days. Mmm.

[Klavier's sitting in the darkness, with a small flashlight. He flicks it on, so he's slightly visible. He's got a drink (thank you Russia) and an acoustic guitar. And so, he starts playing.]

[Here's something that hasn't been seen for a while. Klavier's sitting in a cafe, not really noticing that he's drifted onto the second level. He's kind of muttering under his breath.]

Swell, hell, bell... none of those sound right...

[He's... working on a song.]

[He hasn't done this holiday properly in years, but what the hell. Klavier has a Santa hat on and a guitar. An electric guitar. And he's playing something for you!]

[[ooc; Rufus, Rinoa, Elk, Zell, and Selphie, come and get your presents. 8D ]]

[Klavier's staring out the window at the city, and shakes his head. He opens his mouth to sigh and... bursts into song?]

~One song
Glory
One song
Before I go
Glory
One song to leave behind
Find one song
One last refrain
Glory
From the pretty boy front man
Who wasted opportunities
( Cut for continuation of lyrics - not cut IC. )

[Klavier? Klavier is practicing guitar. And looks to be fairly unbothered by this whole mess.]

Well now. That was interesting, ja? A pretty wild ride, I think.

[Klavier is inside practicing guitar. When the power goes out, he's in the middle of a riff.]

[And he's not amused. :| ]

Dammit.

Now how am I supposed to practice?

... I could always use my acoustic, but it's not the same.

Achtung, baby!

Ja, is everyone awake now? I hope so. This place has been too quiet lately. Get up out of your beds, turn on the radio, do something. We need to get this place rocking!

On that note - is there anyone who'd like to accompany me to the bar tonight? Frauleins especially welcome. [Grins.]

But not you, Rotzlöffel. You're not allowed.

[Klavier has not been seen on the second level for a solid chunk of time. He's made sure of this, because he is practicing, and has been for the past five days ( Read more... )

[Klavier is rocking out to a song on the radio, except... he's translating. And air guitaring.]

Ich hab es satt in der Schlange zu stehen vor Clubs, in die ich eh nie reinkommen werde
Es ist wie die letzte Chance noch zu gewinnen und ich werde nie gewinnen
Dieses Leben läuft nicht gerade so wie ich es mir vorstelle

( C... cut for length. Not cut IC. )

[Klavier's cleaning up the bottles that he left lying around, and the bottle that he threw at Ema. He sweeps it up carefully and deposits it in the trash. Then he goes to his room, starting to straighten things up (piling all the papers on top of each other, making his bed, etc.). When he's finally done he heads out to the living room with his ( Read more... )