Haji

[Afternoon light streams through the window as Haji sets the camera up, showing the chair sitting in the middle of the kitchen. His cello case is open, but before he takes it out he goes to the sink and opens one of the taps. It's the Transiberian Orchestra and he frowns slightly before turning it off and opening the other. The sound of piano music begins and after a moment, he nods his head and settles in the chair, picking up the cello and beginning a nice accompaniment to the piece as he speaks.]

This does not seem to be such a bad curse.

[He pauses, listening to the music play as he picks up the tempo to follow along.]

The kitchen has been playing this piece for most of the afternoon, a lamp in my bedroom is playing of the Carol of the Bells.

[He pays for awhile again, complete with a key change that has his wrapped hand dancing the bow over the strings before the piece comes to an end.]

There are worse ways to spend a day.

[With that, he puts the cello away and turns off the recorder.]

[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?]