no strings could secure you at the station

[are_you_99]

There is a boy of an unidentifiable age sitting at a piano. Shadows eclipse most of this room, the only light that shines comes from the ivory of the keys; but when there is little light, it serves not to illuminate, but rather to enhance the mystery.

You were not here before. Do you even remember where you had been before? Surely it matters not at this moment. There is a boy, there is a piano, and there is a small demon pushing at your legs - push, shuffle, push, until you're in the room and the door

clanks

shut.

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[crucifix-tricks.livejournal.com]

First, he looks to the left. Then the right. All around, really: his eyes sweep across every angle.

He's not happy with this, and he feels exposed without clouds of cigar smoke and lines of men ready to do his work like dogs. Still, he won't show it.

"What is this?"

[covetous-sky.livejournal.com]

What's it, what's it-- "Hey, watch it," there's the careless mutter from the man emerging, nothing more. He shuffles forward a couple awkward steps, almost swiping at the retreating demon.

Oho, piano. This reminds him of other things, older things-- Supi, mostly. He's always wondered why the redhead was so fond of it, but he couldn't ask him now, anyway.

The dark-haired man shuffles forward, pulling his hat lower over slitted eyes. "Hey, hey, I c'n understand if ya ain't pleased w'one thing or the other, but I got places to be," he says, already tilting his head back in that awkward laziness he tends to emit.

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

". . ."

Ronon finds himself in a room he had never seen in Atlantis before. Was this even Atlantis? He'll find out soon enough. And what was that thing that pushed him into here? Too bad he didn't have his night vision goggles to search for it.

The first thing that struck out to him about the room was the strange instrument making a familiar sound. They never had an instrument like that on Sateda but he was sure he had heard this instrument in a few of those songs that John forced him to listen to.

That thought only took him for a moment though, when his attention settled on the stranger playing said instrument. Who the hell was this kid?

Ronon stands and watches him for a moment, watching and waiting for any signs of aggression, or who this person is.

Seeing no sign of anything happening any time soon, he decides he may as well push things along for himself. Ronon grabs his gun and sets it to stun, the beeps from changing the setting alerting the stranger of his presence. He lifts his gun and aims it at the stranger.

"Who are you?"