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Day 30: Music Room (Third Shift)
The last intercom had spelled out everything.
Misbehavior. Someone had started a riot - quickly quelled from the sounds of it. He didn't want to say it was good thing he'd be stabbed, but from the looks of it, it was probably best he was absent from whatever shift this had happened during. The warning siren, and all of the habub about it; blood had probably been spilled. In his current condition, he might have been tempted.
Well, there was no might in that. He would've been.
Despite protests from his nurse as well as his own body, Edward politely asked for an escort to the music room, wanting nothing more than to get out of his little cell. The cream-colored music room was quiet, spacious, and had plenty of seating.
He was surprised to see it empty this time, and made no hesitation in moving to sit at the large keyboard. It was no parlor grand, but it was accessable. Couldn't really complain about it.
Edward sat for a moment, lost in his memories. It had been a while since he had played anything... something old sounded satisfactory. Maybe a song from his childhood? Popular song, maybe. Gus Edwards?
Nodding to himself, he let his fingers settle against the keys, keeping his back straight for the hole in his chest. Without an entrance, his fingers began dancing along the keys to the tune of By the Light of the Silvery Moon. A quirky little tune, but a personal favorite.
Misbehavior. Someone had started a riot - quickly quelled from the sounds of it. He didn't want to say it was good thing he'd be stabbed, but from the looks of it, it was probably best he was absent from whatever shift this had happened during. The warning siren, and all of the habub about it; blood had probably been spilled. In his current condition, he might have been tempted.
Well, there was no might in that. He would've been.
Despite protests from his nurse as well as his own body, Edward politely asked for an escort to the music room, wanting nothing more than to get out of his little cell. The cream-colored music room was quiet, spacious, and had plenty of seating.
He was surprised to see it empty this time, and made no hesitation in moving to sit at the large keyboard. It was no parlor grand, but it was accessable. Couldn't really complain about it.
Edward sat for a moment, lost in his memories. It had been a while since he had played anything... something old sounded satisfactory. Maybe a song from his childhood? Popular song, maybe. Gus Edwards?
Nodding to himself, he let his fingers settle against the keys, keeping his back straight for the hole in his chest. Without an entrance, his fingers began dancing along the keys to the tune of By the Light of the Silvery Moon. A quirky little tune, but a personal favorite.
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She clenched her fists again--more carefully than last time, at least--to keep herself from trembling. She was supposed to protect these people, not let them take care of her.
As bratty as she could be, though, after a few moments she got herself under control enough to sit down again, this time in a chair next to Tear. She braced her arms on the seat, curling her fingers around the edge of it so there was less risk of damaging newly-healed skin. "Anyway... I'm Skuld." She couldn't conduct herself like Belldandy did, but she could at least act the way her sister had taught her to. "Pleased to meet you." Her voice was soft and a little too flat; it was obvious she'd had this drilled into her head. But she was making the effort.
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As for the girl's continuing comment Tear nodded. No reason to continue her worries, right? "I'll be sure to be more careful next time." But that didn't mean she wouldn't not do it again, of course.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well." The forced response went unnoticed to Tear, mostly. She simply figured the girl, Skuld, was still a bit angry with her. Tear wasn't a master at introductions either so it wasn't a huge deal to her if they had a little trouble saying their names and such. In fact, Tear was surprised they even spoke as much as they had so far. Then again, they may have just gotten lucky.
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"How careful do we have to be?" she asked softly. "I know we're supposed to be crazy, but I never heard how much they believe us on." This was all very new to her.
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"Always keep your guard up." Tear finally said after the nurse left the area. She was rather pleased to have someone around that actually might listen to her for once, unlike the rest of her group who was always eager to get themselves in trouble. "Don't believe anything they tell you. They are trying to trick you." Her voice was serious in tone but she was trying to put a bit of care into her voice. Obviously it wasn't very easy for her but she tried anyways.