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[Video Post]
[It's dark at the beginning, but it's the sound the starts first: a horse's hoofbeats, walking: 1, 2, 3, 4. It's after a moment or two that the cover of the Network device (the catch is still broken) swings open. Once again, the device is hanging from the horn of a saddle, swinging along gently, and twisted on its strap enough that one can see forward over the horse's shoulder and neck, down to the left rein pulled forward, and ahead to the back of the man (you know him by now) leading his horse along through the dirty, rundown streets at the edges of the City. He and the horse both look like they've been out in the woods for a week. Not that that's a bad thing, really. And now they're coming back to town.
The thing is, if you listen, he's humming...
Yes, humming.
...which, after a few moments of hanging silence, turns into...singing--? Yes, quietly, and almost to himself:]
You get used to hanging if you hang long enough...
[No, he doesn't have what anyone would call a "good" voice, but whatever he's singing is little more than a folk song or a dirge, so it hardly matters. The horse's hoofbeats are neatly stitched in, like guitar chords, 1, 2, 3, 4.]
You get used to hanging if you hang long enough...
[From here, one can see his left hand searching around in his shirt pocket for a cigarillo, as usual, which he sticks in mouth, as usual. This would be why the next line is harder to understand:]
Working so hard, making all my money, I can't get it off my mind...
[The tune inverts itself a little and rises up:]
You hang long enough, you get used to hanging...
[He draws to a stop, and so does the horse, and so does the song--for a little while. Even if it can't be seen, one can hear the sound of a match being struck and a puff of smoke drifts away from him. He looks down a street that stretches out to the right, shakes out the match, and then goes on.
The humming picks up again for a little while again as they keep walking. And then, one last imperfect repetition, rising up a little here too:]
You get used to hanging if you hang...
[And they walk on, until the cover of the device swings over and closes itself again, dropping sight and sound into the dark again and ending the feed in a--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Cursed with Sing and Shout. Congratulations, City: you have a Singing Cowboy. If you want to know the tune, he's singing The Books, "Don't Even Sing About It". Also, if you're not seeing something like 1:58 to 2:41 in your head, I'm not doing my job right...]
[It's dark at the beginning, but it's the sound the starts first: a horse's hoofbeats, walking: 1, 2, 3, 4. It's after a moment or two that the cover of the Network device (the catch is still broken) swings open. Once again, the device is hanging from the horn of a saddle, swinging along gently, and twisted on its strap enough that one can see forward over the horse's shoulder and neck, down to the left rein pulled forward, and ahead to the back of the man (you know him by now) leading his horse along through the dirty, rundown streets at the edges of the City. He and the horse both look like they've been out in the woods for a week. Not that that's a bad thing, really. And now they're coming back to town.
The thing is, if you listen, he's humming...
Yes, humming.
...which, after a few moments of hanging silence, turns into...singing--? Yes, quietly, and almost to himself:]
You get used to hanging if you hang long enough...
[No, he doesn't have what anyone would call a "good" voice, but whatever he's singing is little more than a folk song or a dirge, so it hardly matters. The horse's hoofbeats are neatly stitched in, like guitar chords, 1, 2, 3, 4.]
You get used to hanging if you hang long enough...
[From here, one can see his left hand searching around in his shirt pocket for a cigarillo, as usual, which he sticks in mouth, as usual. This would be why the next line is harder to understand:]
Working so hard, making all my money, I can't get it off my mind...
[The tune inverts itself a little and rises up:]
You hang long enough, you get used to hanging...
[He draws to a stop, and so does the horse, and so does the song--for a little while. Even if it can't be seen, one can hear the sound of a match being struck and a puff of smoke drifts away from him. He looks down a street that stretches out to the right, shakes out the match, and then goes on.
The humming picks up again for a little while again as they keep walking. And then, one last imperfect repetition, rising up a little here too:]
You get used to hanging if you hang...
[And they walk on, until the cover of the device swings over and closes itself again, dropping sight and sound into the dark again and ending the feed in a--]
[//video post ends]
[ooc: Cursed with Sing and Shout. Congratulations, City: you have a Singing Cowboy. If you want to know the tune, he's singing The Books, "Don't Even Sing About It". Also, if you're not seeing something like 1:58 to 2:41 in your head, I'm not doing my job right...]