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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[harmonicalsoul.livejournal.com]

"It's not a place for retardo chick lookalikes like you," Soul says, staring at the keys, not even bothering at looking behind him. "Is this what goes for entertainment around here, now?"

Ooooh, someone's in a bad mood.

[crucifix-tricks.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's not gonna fly with Mello.

"Tch." He gives a little headtoss, raising his chin so he can sneer downwards. "Either way, you might want to get me the hell out of this dump. The pseudo-classy ensemble decor is making me sick."

[harmonicalsoul.livejournal.com]

"It ain't for your benefit," Soul says. He turns and stares at Mello with narrowed eyes, closing the piano key's cover with a *thump*. "So I really don't care whatcha think 'bout it."

[crucifix-tricks.livejournal.com]

"And," Mello says, putting a hand on his (bared, thanks to the low-rising leather) hip, "I'm not for your benefit, so don't go criticizing things you'd damn well better leave alone, kid."