Just when Elle thought there couldn't be many more horrible things left to uncovered in Landel's, she got to behold the worst of them all.
The music room.
She knew was music was, and the banging and clashing taking place in this room … definitely did not qualify. It was almost enough for her to wish that Sylar would come out and kill her. Put her out of her misery. Or that Isaac's giant mutant spider would come out and devour everyone. It was getting pretty close to nighttime, right? There was still hope.
But since neither event looked like it was going to occur any time soon, she resigned herself to sliding over to the corner with the walkmans and CD players. She grabbed a CD without as much as looking at it-- it had a bright and shiny cover, and whatever happened to be on it had to be better than the racket the other patients were making and insisting upon calling music.
It was after a few seconds of fiddling with the volume that she came upon a horrific realization.
It wasn't going to go all the way up.
There was no way to drown out the noise. She didn't bother taking the headphones off-- some barrier between her and the music was better than none-- but she did sulk like a five year old who was just told that there weren't going to be free pony rides at her birthday party after all.
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The music room.
She knew was music was, and the banging and clashing taking place in this room … definitely did not qualify. It was almost enough for her to wish that Sylar would come out and kill her. Put her out of her misery. Or that Isaac's giant mutant spider would come out and devour everyone. It was getting pretty close to nighttime, right? There was still hope.
But since neither event looked like it was going to occur any time soon, she resigned herself to sliding over to the corner with the walkmans and CD players. She grabbed a CD without as much as looking at it-- it had a bright and shiny cover, and whatever happened to be on it had to be better than the racket the other patients were making and insisting upon calling music.
It was after a few seconds of fiddling with the volume that she came upon a horrific realization.
It wasn't going to go all the way up.
There was no way to drown out the noise. She didn't bother taking the headphones off-- some barrier between her and the music was better than none-- but she did sulk like a five year old who was just told that there weren't going to be free pony rides at her birthday party after all.
[For Jooooo :> ]