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tampered2006-05-04 07:27 pm
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⇒ log. 「the show must go on ★」 {incomplete}
When; Tonight, chilluns!
Rating; PG, pending if we get any... special visitors. ;o
Characters; Rinali and anyone else that wants to join in.
Summary; A night at the circus, complete with mini-soundtrack! Sit back, relax and enjoy the show.~
Log;
Strike up the band!
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
-----
It's that time again, kids - the moon is high, the shadows are growing ever-closer, and over the ever-persistant ticking is the sound of gloom and doom, punctuated by the creaking and groaning of rusty metal (or displaced spirits? No one who's survived can say for sure~ ♥) But amidst the chaotic symphonies, there is a light - lights, rather, gleaming softly in the distance like aurora borealis as viewed by a deranged coke addict. The colors are violent, but beautiful in their own twisted way.
Past the trail of bones, the pounding beneath the earth, and the demons and goblins scuttling about, there's a paper-thin entrance to a world beyond all rational thought. From inside, the sky is stained blood-red, mottled by peregrine stars that twinkle, twinkle over the heads of the curious onlookers. The discordant squeals die down, the music kick-starts into high gear, and everyone and their granny knows - it's showtime.
The lights dim for a moment as the ringmaster approaches; he gives his customary pageant wave as the main attraction hides in the wings above, so high up that she's near-dizzy and can't hear a thing. But all that's on her mind is her flight: rather, her migratory pattern back to her true home, away from all those eyes staring her down, on the edge of their seat with their candyfloss and clouded minds and --
"-- the moment you've all been waiting for, ladies and gentlemen! Put your hands together for our very own Miss Flyhigh~~~" You can almost hear the man's words sparkle at his very proclamation.
The lights go back up in a flash of crimson and clover, over and over~ - and as the sitars and violins resound from an invisible orchestra, the girl steps out with quiet feet onto the wires. It's her time, and as much as she wants out of it she's going to take it and run with it. ★
Rating; PG, pending if we get any... special visitors. ;o
Characters; Rinali and anyone else that wants to join in.
Summary; A night at the circus, complete with mini-soundtrack! Sit back, relax and enjoy the show.~
Log;
Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
-----
It's that time again, kids - the moon is high, the shadows are growing ever-closer, and over the ever-persistant ticking is the sound of gloom and doom, punctuated by the creaking and groaning of rusty metal (or displaced spirits? No one who's survived can say for sure~ ♥) But amidst the chaotic symphonies, there is a light - lights, rather, gleaming softly in the distance like aurora borealis as viewed by a deranged coke addict. The colors are violent, but beautiful in their own twisted way.
Past the trail of bones, the pounding beneath the earth, and the demons and goblins scuttling about, there's a paper-thin entrance to a world beyond all rational thought. From inside, the sky is stained blood-red, mottled by peregrine stars that twinkle, twinkle over the heads of the curious onlookers. The discordant squeals die down, the music kick-starts into high gear, and everyone and their granny knows - it's showtime.
The lights dim for a moment as the ringmaster approaches; he gives his customary pageant wave as the main attraction hides in the wings above, so high up that she's near-dizzy and can't hear a thing. But all that's on her mind is her flight: rather, her migratory pattern back to her true home, away from all those eyes staring her down, on the edge of their seat with their candyfloss and clouded minds and --
"-- the moment you've all been waiting for, ladies and gentlemen! Put your hands together for our very own Miss Flyhigh~~~" You can almost hear the man's words sparkle at his very proclamation.
The lights go back up in a flash of crimson and clover, over and over~ - and as the sitars and violins resound from an invisible orchestra, the girl steps out with quiet feet onto the wires. It's her time, and as much as she wants out of it she's going to take it and run with it. ★