May 04, 2009 16:01
[Anya has closed the Magick Box II early. Way early. She's been in Caritas for the last three hours drinking. She's drinking her pain. She has a lot of pain. So here at four in the afternoon she's sort of tipsy fun and going back up to the stage to sing again. She's already sang Air Supply's Lost That Loving Feeling and now she's going for something to try and get her to feel better... she'll fail of course]
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand!!
[points to the light crowd of people] No promises, no demands...
[big breath in] Love is a battlefield...
[really loud]We are strong!!
[another breath and a bit slurred altogether] no-one-can-tell's-were-wrong..
[mumbled a bit until she gets to the line she knows and again it's soft] Love is a battlefield...
[ooc: drop in on her at Caritas, talk to her through the journal when she sits down at her booth again ~ whichever!]
anya christina emmanuella jenkins