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damned_institute2010-12-04 05:14 pm
rocksthecourt) wrote in damned_institute2010-12-04 05:14 pm
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- watson,
- woody,
- zack
Day 53: Music Room
Well, if it wasn't his favorite time of the week. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. Of course in this case, distance makes Klavier feel like an abused, neglected animal who was only now being allowed a taste of actual food. These people were such savages. It was still absolutely absurd that they were allowed access to this room so rarely. But the tactic was also brilliant on their part, sad to say. Klavier was always at his quietest and most obedient on Music Room days. The perfect model patient. He would give them no excuse to deprive him of this precious time.
Today was going to be a little different, however. Not only was he given access to music today, but a bout of entertainment as well. Apparently that band that had been setting up tryouts for the last week was ready to get the show on the road and start their auditions. Normally, this was the sort of project he wouldn't hesitate to take part in. But aside from the injury to his left hand and shoulder, there were three critical factors keeping him from doing so:
1. The band was named "Sex Bob-Omb." Klavier may have missed the band scene, but he had no intention of attaching his name to some Tom Jones cover band.
2. There weren't many actual instruments in the Music Room; certainly not enough variety to form the type of band they want. The one who made the poster said something about improvising instruments through whatever means necessary. A noble goal, but again, Klavier was not so desperate yet as to reduce himself to playing with a box of tissues strung up with rubber bands. That was too pathetic an image to ever place himself into.
3. The person who had posted placed up a sample music sheet of one of their songs. Klavier had no idea how many people here could actually read music enough to know what it was they were looking at there, but he had been able to decipher it perfectly. Their music... it was kind of god-awful.
In short, this was basically a disaster waiting to happen. The hints were enough to tell him this was likely going to be something akin to nails on a chalkboard... amplified by five. So honestly, he should be as far away from this room as humanly possible.
But he was not going to let these people ruin his rare access time to the Music Room. No, instead he took one of their old CD players and a carefully selected CD of choice (for the sake of his sanity) and took a seat at one of the tables, turning the chair so as to get an optimal view of the show. Why not? No harm in indulging in a little "entertainment," yes?
[free to anyone who wants to watch this train wreck with him :D ]
Today was going to be a little different, however. Not only was he given access to music today, but a bout of entertainment as well. Apparently that band that had been setting up tryouts for the last week was ready to get the show on the road and start their auditions. Normally, this was the sort of project he wouldn't hesitate to take part in. But aside from the injury to his left hand and shoulder, there were three critical factors keeping him from doing so:
1. The band was named "Sex Bob-Omb." Klavier may have missed the band scene, but he had no intention of attaching his name to some Tom Jones cover band.
2. There weren't many actual instruments in the Music Room; certainly not enough variety to form the type of band they want. The one who made the poster said something about improvising instruments through whatever means necessary. A noble goal, but again, Klavier was not so desperate yet as to reduce himself to playing with a box of tissues strung up with rubber bands. That was too pathetic an image to ever place himself into.
3. The person who had posted placed up a sample music sheet of one of their songs. Klavier had no idea how many people here could actually read music enough to know what it was they were looking at there, but he had been able to decipher it perfectly. Their music... it was kind of god-awful.
In short, this was basically a disaster waiting to happen. The hints were enough to tell him this was likely going to be something akin to nails on a chalkboard... amplified by five. So honestly, he should be as far away from this room as humanly possible.
But he was not going to let these people ruin his rare access time to the Music Room. No, instead he took one of their old CD players and a carefully selected CD of choice (for the sake of his sanity) and took a seat at one of the tables, turning the chair so as to get an optimal view of the show. Why not? No harm in indulging in a little "entertainment," yes?
[free to anyone who wants to watch this train wreck with him :D ]
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He had more or less ignored the amenities last time, and since he didn't have any meetings set up, why not check things out? Nodding to himself, he moved over to where the "Walkmen" were all set up. He wasn't all that familiar with the technology, but he was knowledgeable enough in general that he was pretty sure he could figure it out.
More than that, it was easy enough to learn by example. He grabbed a CD at random (it was by some artist called the "Foo Fighters") and then placed it into one of the Walkmen after he watched a more practiced patient do the same.
Once he found the "Play" button (that was easy enough) and got his headphones in place (they were kind of difficult to position around all of his hair), he was ready. He pushed the button and was immediately bombarded by some very loud guitar sounds.
Eyes widening, the ex-SOLDIER quickly started to search for the Walkman's volume control.
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After seeing Yuffie, Aerith was in good spirits and was ready to take on pretty much anything. She had faith that her friends were around, and together they would take on whatever came their way and get back to Gaia. It was enough of a motivator to put an honest to goodness smile on her face, and she waved to a couple of people she didn't know (but she thought they looked like they could use someone pretending that they knew them) and stepped over to play around with some of the untouched instruments.
She loved music, although she wasn't ever very good at singing or playing anything, and so she was grateful for the opportunity to distract herself from things by getting to play with a tambourine and triangle.
She wasn't so distracted from everything, though, that she didn't notice a head of spikey hair across the room. She took pause in what she was doing, and just observed the man's backside. Not because she was interested in doing things like that, but because he was strikingly familiar, even without seeing his face.
She discarded the instruments she had been playing with and made her way over to him, and stepped around him so she could finally see his face. And what she saw caused her to gasp out loud, and cover her mouth with both hands.
"Zack?"
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After almost dropping the CD player, Zack did in fact find the volume control and quickly turned it down to a more reasonable level -- loud enough that he could feel the beat of the music, but not so loud that the sounds in the rest of the room were drowned out. Now that it was actually something he could listen to, the music wasn't so bad.
Still, the fact that he had those headphones in did make it harder for him to be aware of what was going on around him, and so the soldier was more or less oblivious to the fact that there was a girl who was staring him down.
For that reason, he was completely unprepared for when Aerith came up from behind him and stared him right in the face. For a second, he thought he had to be seeing things, but her green eyes were too bright to be fake.
"Aerith!" he called back, a little too loud since the music was still in his ears. How could she be here? Yuffie had already given him the full story on what had happened to her a few days back, and he'd come to accept that. For her to suddenly show up like none of that had happened--
The Walkmen fell out of his hands and clattered to the floor, yanking the headphones off of him at the same time. It was a strange parallel to when he'd run into Aerith the first time in this place and she had dropped her tray of food all over the cafeteria floor.
Still, judging from her reaction, it seemed that she was just as surprised to see him as he was to see her. So what was going on?