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Day 46: Music Room

Dec 23, 2009 08:41

Kaworu immediately gravitated towards the keyboard. It was not a piano, not truly, but it was attractive in all of the same ways. Music freed the mind from conscious thought, and Kaworu was feeling exceptionally weighed down by exactly that. There was a heaviness, as well as a lightness. He did not know where to begin approaching the situation with ( Read more... )

tony stark, klavier, meche, haine, tenzen, yuna, anise, dahlia, teisel, sora, indiana jones, demyx, claude, peter parker, roland, harley, raphael, prowl, mello, brainiac 5, ange, tim drake, hk-47, albedo, guy, peter petrelli, two-face, sync, sam, ayumu, rolo, kaworu, tyki, lockdown, mccoy, spock, zack, l, haseo

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quarter_english December 23 2009, 18:47:36 UTC

L could not honestly describe several hours of forced musical enrichment as "the last thing he wanted," but it was certainly an undesirable prospect; he would have preferred the same amount of time alone in a quiet room, a chance to put his thoughts together. Noise irritated him, and one look around the room told him that this promised to be a cacaphony. Cymbals in a psychiatric facility.His inability to put together a systematic theory of what was happening at the Institute was frustrating, particularly since he had been shown twice that his own mind could be affected with no apparent great effort. He would chalk this failure up both to the way he had been deprived of solitude and to the fact that this was necessarily a haphazard investigation, one beset by strictures and hazards, one which had chosen him rather than the other way around. He had no investigative materials, no reliable subordinates who felt that it was their business to do whatever he told them to do, no way to build a database that would reflect such a complex ( ... )

ruthless_hunter December 23 2009, 19:22:24 UTC

So there were two Autobots here (three, if you counted the Maximal). Lockdown wondered if there might be any more he had missed. This could be trouble, especially when it came to keeping Prowl to himself. Since a lot of the Decepticons had just disappeared, it looked like the Autobot to Decepticon ratio might even out some day ( ... )

quarter_english December 23 2009, 19:41:20 UTC

Excellent. How did this happen in an almost completely empty room? The only other person there was a teenage boy who sat at a keyboard, plucking out a Beethoven tune ( ... )

ruthless_hunter December 23 2009, 19:53:43 UTC

Well, so much for ignoring each other. Still, there was something about this young human that struck an odd note to the bounty hunter. That expression came off as fake. There was really no other word to describe it. It was like the kid didn't know how to express real emotions. That thought brought up images of HK. According to HK, his real body could only express emotions through voice, so he usually just had a blank expression now that he was human. Maybe this kid he was sitting with was actually a robot too.

He also couldn't help but feel like the kid was scanning him, analyzing him. That backed up his robot theory, in his processor.

In response to the question, Lockdown replied, "Sometimes. Just gotta learn to tune it out." That's what he and Starscream had done when they first met in here. That felt like so long ago.

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swornandbroken December 23 2009, 20:14:31 UTC

When the intercom announcement signaled the end of lunch, Mello had grudgingly eaten another few bites of pizza. The food situation was going to call for drastic action soon. There had to be some damn chocolate somewhere. He'd almost settle for Hershey's at this point.

He followed the nurse to the music room with too much to think about to bother displaying his continuing displeasure with her and this place. He wasn't resigned to the forced passivity by any means, but he had another factor to consider now. When he busted out, he was damn well getting L out too. He found it ridiculous that no one had organized a patient uprising yet.

Decor that was supposed to be calming tended to have the opposite effect on Mello here--Who do you assholes think you're kidding? was his usual thought--and the music room was no exception. He noted L already occupying one of the couches, in conversation with a tattooed older man, but didn't interrupt. Instead he went to look through the boxes of CDs, intending to eavesdrop unobtrusively.

[For Ayumu.]

tostepforward December 24 2009, 00:51:44 UTC

That had certainly been simple enough; after thinking to herself at lunch that she needed to investigate Mello's presence here in the Institute once more, now here he was, alone and apparently unoccupied. A perfect opportunity. Almost too perfect, but would he know that she wanted to talk to him? She'd heard that those who disappeared sometimes returned, but even if he remembered being here before, she'd been careful not to let him know she was someone to suspect.

She paused just inside the door, glancing around uncertainly at the contents of the room. At her nurse's prodding she took another couple of steps in, still hesitant and uncomfortable, and then she visibly noticed Mello and brightened. She moved over toward him with a shy smile that widened just slightly as she paused just far enough away to speak.

"Mello-han?" she asked, sounding surprised and rather pleased. "I thought you were gone! It's good to see you again."

swornandbroken December 24 2009, 03:56:20 UTC

This was by far the warmest welcome Mello had yet gotten here. He straightened from flipping through the CDs and quickly assessed the smiling young woman, his arms crossed over that idiotic smiley face on his shirt. She was about his age, and a little shorter. He gave her about sixty percent of his attention, which he'd found was often enough to convince people they had it all, and toned the suspicious look that was his first impulse down to curiosity. If the other version of him had bothered to be charming, there must've been a reason.

"I'm afraid you've got the wrong Mello, miss...?" He let it trail off. Hell, he could do charming too.

tostepforward December 24 2009, 04:05:34 UTC

Either he didn't remember being here before or was pretending that was the case; no matter which it was, Ayumu would only react as though she believed it. She rather hoped it was the former, as if that was the case then she could tell him what she liked of their former relationship. Not that he was likely to believe anything that she said, if he was anything like the Mello who'd been here before. That was part of the reason she'd been assigned to watch him, after all.

The smile faded into surprise, flickered toward dismay, then settled on disappointment for an instant before reasserting itself. "Oh, you...you are Mello, aren't you?" Her attention paused for a second on the scar before moving away, a slight tinge of a blush on her cheeks saying that she'd realized staring was rude. But it was a rather distinctive mark, to be certain ( ... )

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purpletaint December 23 2009, 20:50:39 UTC

There was little of what had began in the day remaining. If Albedo was more of what he was at the moment, he'd say it was almost a waste. It had started so nicely with that hot-headed red-haired girl. And instantly poured downward like so much rain. The boy could vaguely recall his younger sibling at the shift before, a touch like a temptation--but now. It had held too much like an injury. Too raw. Too fragile. Because before all of that, Rubedo had ( ... )

moral_liberty December 31 2009, 17:31:42 UTC

Kaworu watched the figure out of the corner of his eye. He wove through the room as if he barely registered where he was, and it was something Kaworu understood. Sometimes, the world of the Lilim was so difficult to reach, even when he was wrapped up in it so tightly that he couldn't see anything else. He doubted this boy had the same problems of perception and isolation, but the cause did not need to match for a parallel to be made.

His playing slowed until it died out entirely. The intricacies of a Lilim were still more interesting than a song. He knew his music, down to its architecture, but the small figure that had collapsed nearby was completely new. Something to be learned. If he could know it, then it was the closest he could possibly be.

"Time pushes forward in spite of our exhaustion," he said to the boy. "One must match its pace, or be left to its mercy." He paused a beat. "Why are you sad?"

purpletaint January 1 2010, 01:19:18 UTC

The music stopped, stopped, and where had it went but oblivion. He made a sound like one in pain, then cut off. There were words being said, close and nearby, and where Albedo would have ignored them outright, the speaker spoke too true to the past events, even if he couldn't have known. Time pushes forward ( ... )

moral_liberty January 1 2010, 17:04:06 UTC

Kaworu smiled down at the boy with matching hair, as had been pointed out to him. There were undercurrents of sympathy, as well as curiosity. He tilted his head, listening to what the Lilim had to say ( ... )

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see_my_back December 23 2009, 21:47:02 UTC

Lunch had been a pain in the ass, but at least she'd finally gotten the better of that jerk Raphael. She was seriously wondering about Kakashi's judgment in the matter, but if she had to work with that brat, she supposed she could handle herself. Show him what a real ninja ought to be like at the very least.

When the nurses arrived to take her to the next shift, she was more than happy to follow them to the music room. Most of the instruments were occupied, but the kid at the piano seemed to know what he was doing, so she took a seat and tried to see if any of the others were going to show up.

[for Sai]

tsunagari December 24 2009, 05:51:00 UTC

His conversation with Kakashi had left Sai thinking. That was the first time, as far as he recalled, that any higher ranking ninja had told him he worked well with someone. In Root, you just worked with who you were given. There were no questions asked. You did your job as efficiently as possible, and sometimes that involved speaking very little with the rest of your team. You didn't make attachments. You were supposed to be able to work with everyone equally. Apparently it didn't work like that in the real world.

He was led into the music room, which was a place he'd always felt somewhat lost in as he had no real preference in music. In fact, the ninja rarely listened to anything over a headset that wasn't mission orders. A familiar head of pink hair gave him some relief, as a conversation with her would keep him from having to mess with anything else. He walked toward her with a smile. "Good afternoon, Sakura."

see_my_back December 24 2009, 20:30:20 UTC

Sakura brightened slightly when a familiar face from team seven came in. She might not be as close to Sai as she was with the rest of the team, but he'd worked his way in and was just as much a part of them as any of the others. She smiled slightly, not enough to make him wary, just a simple greeting.

"Hello Sai," she returned. At least she wouldn't have to spend this shift in an argument with a complete moron. It was like yelling at brick wall talking to that stupid Raphael. Ugh.

"Sorry about yesterday," she added, glancing down as she recalled their breakfast together. At least that was all over.

tsunagari December 25 2009, 21:45:46 UTC

"You weren't at fault." Sai took a seat beside her, sparing only a short glance at the nearby musical instruments and players. "Therefore you have no need to apologize."

Wasn't that what he'd been told after he attacked the pirates during his own time being brainwashed? It hadn't been the same scenario, but in that way Sakura had been lucky. At least she hadn't attacked anyone. Insulted them, perhaps, but that could easily be looked over. Sai merely felt like he should have caught on that she wasn't herself before he'd been told. Next time he'd remember that something like this could be done.

"Are you all right? I know you've been asked to work with Raphael-kun tonight." And the two of them seemed like oil and water.

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petalwitch December 23 2009, 21:56:06 UTC

It seemed like these people changed shift all the time in this place. No sooner had she finished her lunch and enjoyed a little conversation with a fellow patient then Aerith was ushered off again by her nurse to enjoy the rest of the day in the Music Room. She would soon find out that the title was more than appropriate; instruments could be found for the musically inclined, and her nurse was quick to show her the personal music players and selection for them. Aerith knelt down to browse her options and frowned when she realized quickly that she didn't recognize any of the options ( ... )

7_to_midnight December 28 2009, 10:22:40 UTC

[ SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU HANGING. D8 ]Sylar had always held a certain appreciation for musical instruments. Although they weren't his field of expertise, he could understand the careful work that was put into them, the effort and the... time. With his keen eye, he'd sometimes wondered back in his craftsman days if he could pick up the trade if he tried hard enough. Of course, the instruments in the Music Room weren't the kind he could even try to appraise. Plastic drums, electric keyboards... the equivalent of timepieces going digital, in his eyes. The idea still left a bad taste in his mouth, even after ( ... )

petalwitch December 28 2009, 15:40:18 UTC

[Is okay, bb. I'd wait a thousand years youuuuu~]

Great! A victim fellow patient had opted to take a seat next to her. Aerith smiled at him as he sat, but the smile faded into a concerned frown as the man simply sat and stared into the distance. She imagined it was easy for this place to set anyone in such a mood, but, so long as Aerith was around, she wasn't going to stand for it. The bright smile returned, and she leaned forward just slightly so as not to invade his personal space.

"Got a lot on your mind, huh?" the flower girl assumed. "Of course you do. We all do in this place, I guess. I'd be happy to listen if you want to take a load off of it." Really, Aerith was nothing if not eager for a good conversation. Even if he was just thinking about how much the pizza didn't agree with him, it would be something.

7_to_midnight December 29 2009, 10:38:54 UTC

Sylar nearly winced when he heard a bright voice speak up from next to him. Looked like he'd ended up next to some talkative girl who wanted to know all about his problems; he should've known better than to sit near someone, but he'd been too wrapped up in his thoughts to think straight.

As was usually the case these days, wasn't it? He shook his head and forced a smile as he glanced toward the woman and tried not to tell her to mind her own goddamn business.

"It's... okay, really," he said, attempting to sound shy rather than annoyed. In the back of his mind, he knew it was the nosy ones who were the easiest to manipulate, but he already had a voyeur psychopath 'ally' to deal with right now. He wasn't in the mood for much else.

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