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Post by Galaxi on Apr 10, 2015 20:38:06 GMT
Othello was slumped against the bars of her cage, eyes closed. She hummed a song from long ago, a song that her father's father's father's father had sung- Solla Sollew. A tear ran down her face, rememberig the times when she had been free. "There's a faraway land, so the stories all tell, Somewhere beyond the horizon, If we can find it then all will be well, Troubles there are few, someday we'll go to..."
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Post by Admin TragicTrees on Apr 10, 2015 20:41:34 GMT
She was cut off by another young lady, Maria, shouting out, out of tune "Smooooth criminal!", then giggling "Damn, cheer up, girl."
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Post by Galaxi on Apr 10, 2015 20:51:06 GMT
Othello's eyes snapped open. Her vision was only slightly blurred by her tears, and she glared at the girl. She sounded like an alcoholic. Jeez. "I think I'm perfectly able to sing what I want to." (but that song it soooo perfect for this.) She ignored the girl, and continued singing. "They say breezes are warm there and people are kind, Maybe it's something like heaven, I close my eyes and I see in my mind, Skies of bluest blue and I'm sure it's true... Solla Sollew, Solla Sollew..."
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Post by Admin TragicTrees on Apr 10, 2015 20:55:56 GMT
"Smooth criminal is much better. Ah, such a classic."
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Post by Galaxi on Apr 10, 2015 21:00:13 GMT
"Excellent for you then, but this is the song that my family used to sing. And, it helps me remember that I'm trapped like an animal in this damn circus. You think I wanna be a fricking acrobat? It's not like we have any choices here to make ourselves, so I can sing whatever I want. It also helps me remember my sister."
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Post by Admin TragicTrees on Apr 10, 2015 21:01:07 GMT
"Hunny, I've been here foreever. I ain't getting upset. I hate it,sure, but there is not point in moping~ You're just letting them win."
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Post by Galaxi on Apr 10, 2015 21:03:37 GMT
"Fine then. If you would rather me sing screamo music, then I have quite a wide variety. Learned that from-" he voice breaks. It's no time to talk about Callie.
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Post by Admin TragicTrees on Apr 10, 2015 21:04:30 GMT
"Screamo music is the bomb. Reminds me of souls screaming down in hell. Kekeke, I mean here."
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Post by Galaxi on Apr 10, 2015 21:05:26 GMT
Starting to loosen up, she sat up. "Can Ms. Great Music Taste at least tell me what her name is?"
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Post by Admin TragicTrees on Apr 10, 2015 21:06:19 GMT
"Maria Lou!" she chirped "Resident bird."
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Post by Galaxi on Apr 10, 2015 21:07:41 GMT
"Huh. I'm Othello. Like the game, you know? Fits juuust right with my multiple personalities." She laughed dryly.
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Post by Admin TragicTrees on Apr 10, 2015 21:09:42 GMT
"Oh, nice. My name sounds someone tried to say mary, then screamed before they could finish."
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Post by Galaxi on Apr 10, 2015 21:11:48 GMT
"Yeah, I guess so. Would you rather be Mary?" She looked around, trying to find MAry-Ah!'s cage.
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Post by Admin TragicTrees on Apr 10, 2015 21:12:51 GMT
"Nahhh" it appeared to be next to hers.
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Post by jaegershark on Apr 10, 2015 21:14:20 GMT
"Maria Lou!" she chirped "Resident bird." isn't that the name of a donkey in "Holes" by Louis Sachar flails |
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