1st Solo [video]

[whithersoevergo]

[In the darkness, a hunched figure appears near the fountain and the sound of a cello echoes over the network. The playing is precise and haunting, executed flawlessly until a single note is missed, then two, then there’s the sound of the bow being dropped and a scrape as the chair falls backward and the tall figure unfolds upwards, finally realizing that he's not where he was when he started the song.]

Saya?

[He looks around, movements as measured and precise as the music as the cello is packed away hastily. The figure stands again, turning, a pale, concerned face finally coming into view.]

SAYA! ANSWER ME! …Saya?

[He starts off in a direction, intent on something. Someone should stop probably him.]


[ooc: Pretend this is happening tonight, and just posted now because it's easier, okay?]

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[liveontoday.livejournal.com]

After... [He's played for her so many times to get her to sleep. And there have been so many fights. She has to think on this a moment to place a specific one.]

No, I remember, it's just-- what I'm going to tell you is very odd. It's the truth though. Why I asked will make a lot more sense once I explain.

Where we are now is a place called 'the City'. It's not near Okinawa, it's not even in Japan or any other country, not that I know of. People get drawn to here, I guess that's the best way to explain it. Sometimes it's people from different lands, different times... it can even be different times with people you know.