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mayfield_rpg2012-11-06 11:04 am
roadroller) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-11-06 11:04 am
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The end is coming!
[Anyone passing by 947 Beulah will see Rin, sitting on the stage that Yosuke had built for her with her synthesizer - a pretty uncommon instrument for the 50's, but surely one that can be dismissed. She's not acting up. She's just singing and playing a little song for all to hear.]
♪♫♪ The celebrated of all countries stare down at their desks
They're never progressing on anything, it's reality alone they're clueless about
Another day 'round the street corner, "coincidence" would be a lie
I keep to your left for a five-minute smile to treasure
Concerning what's happened to "the world,"
I don't know how I really feel at all
Only being this close to you, as my skin and hands tell me...
is such a joyful feeling...
The END is coming
Not that I'm particularly interested in such things
The WEEKEND's coming
This time I have to tell you my thoughts
Even the big predictions for the end of the century were way wrong, humanity was shocked
Surely, it's all just arguing the end
Aliens? Is this some kind of prank?
The celebrated of all countries stare down at their desks
They're never progressing on anything, it's reality alone they're clueless about
You, with much abruptness, went away somewhere "far"
And with a word from the adults
They tore my optimism like tissue paper
I don't know what "the world" even is
"War?" "Calamity?" I don't know what a thing!
Only being this far from you, my skin and hands tell me...
fills me with a sense of loss...
The END is coming!
I didn't care if that stuff was true
The WEEKEND'S coming!
I didn't tell you my helpless feelings
Packed with uncontrollable thoughts,
And prayers, and dreams, and songs
A single one of these letters isn't enough
But however many I write I can't ever tell you
In my hands, I hold ten pieces of my thoughts
"Addressed to?" I don't know
Since it's so, sooner or later,
should I just spread them across the world?
The WEEKEND is coming!
How does a love song sound?
If someone, somewhere, just a little,
will be brought a smile in this world...
The END is coming!
Even though you aren't coming ever again...
The WEEKEND is coming!
Even though you aren't coming ever again...
Even though the end is coming, don't ever come again, I hate it
Even though the weekend's coming, it'll never come again, not anybody's smile...
The END is coming...
The WEEKEND is coming...
The WEEKEND is coming... ♪♫♪
[Sitting across from her is a drone that she's apparently roped into watching her 'choir practice.' After he listens to the whole thing, he leaves. Rin stands up from her seat and watches him go. After that, she mutters with a painful smile.]
I love you. That will never change... but goodbye. ♪
[and with that she exits the stage as well, walking in the other direction from Len. Or to be specific, walking toward the rest of the town. Her roadroller is gone, and her head is throbbing, but the memory of Zemekis before they were brainwashed, and the memory of Annie speaking in her mind have come back to the surface. Along with that, a promise made that everything would be all right. Rin's finally awake, and it's time to find out who else is. She hopes it's not too late.
Fighting the pain, she sings softly as she tours the town for perhaps the last time.]
♪♫♪ The celebrated of all countries stare down at their desks
They're never progressing on anything, it's reality alone they're clueless about
Another day 'round the street corner, "coincidence" would be a lie
I keep to your left for a five-minute smile to treasure
Concerning what's happened to "the world,"
I don't know how I really feel at all
Only being this close to you, as my skin and hands tell me...
is such a joyful feeling...
The END is coming
Not that I'm particularly interested in such things
The WEEKEND's coming
This time I have to tell you my thoughts
Even the big predictions for the end of the century were way wrong, humanity was shocked
Surely, it's all just arguing the end
Aliens? Is this some kind of prank?
The celebrated of all countries stare down at their desks
They're never progressing on anything, it's reality alone they're clueless about
You, with much abruptness, went away somewhere "far"
And with a word from the adults
They tore my optimism like tissue paper
I don't know what "the world" even is
"War?" "Calamity?" I don't know what a thing!
Only being this far from you, my skin and hands tell me...
fills me with a sense of loss...
The END is coming!
I didn't care if that stuff was true
The WEEKEND'S coming!
I didn't tell you my helpless feelings
Packed with uncontrollable thoughts,
And prayers, and dreams, and songs
A single one of these letters isn't enough
But however many I write I can't ever tell you
In my hands, I hold ten pieces of my thoughts
"Addressed to?" I don't know
Since it's so, sooner or later,
should I just spread them across the world?
The WEEKEND is coming!
How does a love song sound?
If someone, somewhere, just a little,
will be brought a smile in this world...
The END is coming!
Even though you aren't coming ever again...
The WEEKEND is coming!
Even though you aren't coming ever again...
Even though the end is coming, don't ever come again, I hate it
Even though the weekend's coming, it'll never come again, not anybody's smile...
The END is coming...
The WEEKEND is coming...
The WEEKEND is coming... ♪♫♪
[Sitting across from her is a drone that she's apparently roped into watching her 'choir practice.' After he listens to the whole thing, he leaves. Rin stands up from her seat and watches him go. After that, she mutters with a painful smile.]
I love you. That will never change... but goodbye. ♪
[and with that she exits the stage as well, walking in the other direction from Len. Or to be specific, walking toward the rest of the town. Her roadroller is gone, and her head is throbbing, but the memory of Zemekis before they were brainwashed, and the memory of Annie speaking in her mind have come back to the surface. Along with that, a promise made that everything would be all right. Rin's finally awake, and it's time to find out who else is. She hopes it's not too late.
Fighting the pain, she sings softly as she tours the town for perhaps the last time.]
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Oh, it's Dakki! The Dakki that isn't purpl- ow, ow, okay, just Dakki. Jesus.
Either way, Rin notices the headache. She's feeling hers enough to know what it means, but Dakki seems to be having a hard time dealing with it... is it the first time? She approaches carefully.]
Dakki, you okay? ♪
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Ah... Rin? I'm alright, I'm just... [There's a pause that indicates she's searching for the right word to use.] ...feeling confused.
[And then her hand drops to her side and she smiles, the pain seeming to leave her.]
I think I heard you getting some singing practice in. A new song for choir on Sunday?
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[Ah... she's still having some trouble. "Choir on Sunday" clinches it. Rin folds her hands together in front of her chest and clenches a bit. What should she do...]
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So Rin is going to try to torment her a little. She puts on a big ol' creeper smile.]
Heheh, nope! It's for my solo career! You want to hear it again? It'd be really good to get some feedback from an adult~. ♪