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Apr. 14th, 2011 05:53 am
are_you_99: (you did what?)
Well, what's a guy to do when he wants to spread the love? Soul is feeling particularly like this today, like he needs to let some know how important they are just in case he doesn't get another chance. This may or may not be tied to the fact that soon is the anniversary of the day he nearly died and inherited black blood.

Well, anniversary was the wrong word, really. That implied something nice, and the only nice thing was that he lived and that it can help him out when he tries to protect others. Otherwise? Yeah, bullshit. He gets to mope around this time every year and be completely useless for a few days. What was so great about that?

Well, the love spreading, anyway. Soul isn't the kind of guy to talk about it, usually: he prefers showing it, not spouting it. But he gets an excuse around this time, so he is so using it.

Well, then. Soul is meandering around the apartment, trying to decide what he wants to do first and when. Would an interruption or two care to help him out?
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no strings could secure you at the station

Mar. 13th, 2009 05:20 am
are_you_99: (play it soul man)
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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