Day 50; Phonecall to Everyone [Around 3:30AM]
[The call seems accidental. The way the sound's muffled, how fabric shifts and scratches against the receiver seems to prove as much. The phone's still in a pocket somewhere. There's a loud shift in sound, an idle hand retreating from the pocket the phone was in. Why it was in there the owner isn't sure. Checking to make sure the device was still present? Either way, it was on now. Toying fingers had managed to mass dial and you were subjected to an early morning call.
One way or another, if you were awake, you were listening.
If you were listening, you could hear.
Sharp, measured foot steps against stone, echoing against more stone. A calm pace, determined, certain.
And then it comes. The first word, the first note hangs heavy in the air as it's drawn out, almost a melancholy cry.]
There was a friendly but naive King,
[The tune echoed across the stone walls, a paced step following closely before he continued]
who wed a very nasty Queen
[another step]
The King was loved but,
[Another heartbeat's pause and another step, metronomic in how they intersperse the song]
The Queen was feared.
[The man took a breath and there were three steps in a row, the sudden silence blaring across the feed, until he began again with increased fervour, drowning out any further footfalls with his voice]
She had a secret kept from the King to rule,
the kingdom as her own
The King knew not,
his bride seemed good as gold
[Another pause and another few steps. His voice drops low again, but not as low as when he began. As he continues, you can hear him walking along with the beat. Every step matches the melody, in time with his tempo perfectly.]
'Til one day strolling
in his court
An arrow pierced the kind King's heart
He lost his life and
his lady love.
[Instead of stopping, he begins again, singing it over and over until he reaches his destination. At his pace, it takes at least two repetitions; It's hard to count. After a point it all begins to blur together.]
-his lady love...
[And he falls silent. Nothing is audible except, very faintly, waves crashing against the shoreline.
And then a loud, popping crunch as he presumably leans against something and hits the phone. There's scuffling and suddenly things sound clearer. It's Alfred, if you couldn't already tell, and he sounds... Exhausted.]
-- Blasted thing.
[CLICK]
((OOC: Hi welcome to Alfred being sleepless and restless and creepy B) The song he's singing is his and Alexia's lullaby, Berceuse which he sings in DSC to give you an idea.))
One way or another, if you were awake, you were listening.
If you were listening, you could hear.
Sharp, measured foot steps against stone, echoing against more stone. A calm pace, determined, certain.
And then it comes. The first word, the first note hangs heavy in the air as it's drawn out, almost a melancholy cry.]
There was a friendly but naive King,
[The tune echoed across the stone walls, a paced step following closely before he continued]
who wed a very nasty Queen
[another step]
The King was loved but,
[Another heartbeat's pause and another step, metronomic in how they intersperse the song]
The Queen was feared.
[The man took a breath and there were three steps in a row, the sudden silence blaring across the feed, until he began again with increased fervour, drowning out any further footfalls with his voice]
She had a secret kept from the King to rule,
the kingdom as her own
The King knew not,
his bride seemed good as gold
[Another pause and another few steps. His voice drops low again, but not as low as when he began. As he continues, you can hear him walking along with the beat. Every step matches the melody, in time with his tempo perfectly.]
'Til one day strolling
in his court
An arrow pierced the kind King's heart
He lost his life and
his lady love.
[Instead of stopping, he begins again, singing it over and over until he reaches his destination. At his pace, it takes at least two repetitions; It's hard to count. After a point it all begins to blur together.]
-his lady love...
[And he falls silent. Nothing is audible except, very faintly, waves crashing against the shoreline.
And then a loud, popping crunch as he presumably leans against something and hits the phone. There's scuffling and suddenly things sound clearer. It's Alfred, if you couldn't already tell, and he sounds... Exhausted.]
-- Blasted thing.
[CLICK]
((OOC: Hi welcome to Alfred being sleepless and restless and creepy B) The song he's singing is his and Alexia's lullaby, Berceuse which he sings in DSC to give you an idea.))