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 Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:29 pm
:::Cora jets up from her seat. The strange sound has startled her, and she's about to throw the ear contraption off, when she realizes that its a man's voice singing. Selurnis taught me to...do this. But...what is all this other noise? It's synchronis, and...chronological. She begins to tap her foot to the beat:::
:::What are these words supposed to mean? You ain't nothin but a hound dog? What is that? Someone is crying, and has never caught a what...? This must be from the existential era of ancient poetry...or something She keeps tapping her foot:::
THIS NOISE IS SO...ODD!!!
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:34 pm
*Luke first jolts back at Cora's shout.* *He pretends to clean out his ear.* Damn, girl...
*He takes the earphones, puts them on... He sings along, in an almost perfect impression of the King.*
When they said you was high classed,
Well, that was just a lie.
When they said you was high classed,
Well, that was just a lie.
You ain't never caught a rabbit
But you ain't no friend of mine.
*He takes them off..... goes back to looking for a drink and food.*
You ain't nothing but a hound dog....
*He finds an unopened bottle of Gatorade.... That was what he always drank when he was sick.. He grabs some crackers, some pretzels.... He finds some cocktail weenies for um protein....*
Cryin' all the time...
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:36 pm
"^_^ You name it, its on there. Elvis, Beatles, Springsteen, Clapton, Beethoven, Mozart, Led Zeppelin, Hitler, Pink Floyd, Jethro Tull, etc. etc. etc."
Malazar grins at both Cora's reaction, and Luke's singing.
"That's the Festival for you, this is my favorite time of year."
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:40 pm
HITLER...? HITLER WAS NOT A MUSICIAN IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY!
:::Cora is still tapping her foot, kinda dazed about the whole "you aint never caught a rabbit" So, whatever a rabbit is, they ain't never caught it, which means they are always catching a rabbit...?:::
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:42 pm
*Luke....doesn't want to touch that conversation.*
*Besides, Tavin's waiting.*
*He brings the goods back...*
*Exit Luke to Guest Rooms.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:46 pm
"Musician? Nah, Hitler was a Rocker! Try tracks 173-181, some of his better stuff."
Malazar roots through his coat and grabs a set of small speakers.
"Better yet, save it for later. Guy always is high on something or another, but then again, how many of them aren't? Bring those over here, we'll set up the sound system for the Brink."
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 10:49 pm
:::Even through the proximity of the headphone noise, she heard Malazar's request without any trouble. She took them off and handed them over. Not really reluctantly. She was more confused that curious. Maybe 50/50:::
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 11:05 pm
*The sound of muffled or distant gunfire began to ring out through the Brink for half a second, Johnathan was in the process of blinking in, releasing his weapon at just the right moment for it to start coming with him, but it was left behind. Johnathan was decked out in a specially fitted suit of powered armor, pieced together from salvage by one of his normal squadmates. It lacked the nuclear power core, using batteries of sorts instead. It was also missing the majority of the stronger armor plating, replaced with metal taken from normal metal armor breastplates. The arms weren't from power armor at all, just metal pieces from Metal Armor outfitted to be larger, Johnathan was far from needing strength enhancements for the arms, even as Johnathan. Overall it looked to be a higher grade of metal armor with aspects of an environmental suit, the stucture and legs being power assisted so as to carry extreme loads and to keep running speed optimal in such cumbersome armor. Wearing this suit, the mask of which looked almost demonic, his height was only increased past his already 6 foot 7 inch stature. In all, with the flanges and horn like protrusions on the helmet, he had to be at least seven feet. Jonathan was prone, in the position of holding his weapon, though his arm was raised in the air slightly as if issuing orders and directions.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 11:05 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 11:15 pm
:::Cora looks over to see a very heavily armored man appear. His stature is quite demanding of attention. She only recognizes him ever so slightly. She's seen him here before, but he's so...draped in armor:::
----song change-----
Come out Virginia, don't let me me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
But sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one
They showed you a statue and told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away
But they never told you the price that you pay
For things that you might have done...
Only the good die young
That's what I said
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 11:27 pm
*When John noticed that the Menace From theWest was no longer assaulting his squad, mainly because he wasn't anywhere near his squad any longer, he popped off his helmet, letting his long red hair cascade down his armored back. He cracked his neck slightly as he stood up quickly, the armor seeming to almost move of its own accord. When he heard music playing he perked up, listening for a moment. When the next song came on he piped up.*
"Hey, turn that s**t up!"
*He noticed Cora and gave her a smile and a wave, not wanting to interupt his song with talking, never could that happen during Twilight Zone.*
++Twilight Zone-Golden Earing++
(Somewhere in a lonely hotel room
There's a guy starting to realize
That eternal fate
Has turned its back on him
It's 2 AM)
It's 2 AM (It's 2 AM)
The fear is gone (The fear is gone)
I'm sittin' here waiting (I'm sittin' here waiting)
The gun's still warm (The gun's still warm)
Thinking my connection
Is tired of taking chances
... [I cut out like 2/3 the song...its just damn long]
Help, I'm stepping into the Twilight Zone
The place is a mad house
Feels like being cloned
My beacon's been moved
Under moon and star
Where am I to go
Now that I've gone too far
Help, I'm stepping into the Twilight Zone
The place is a mad house
Feels like being cloned
My beacon's been moved
Under moon and star
Where am I to go
Now that I've gone too far
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone
Soon you will come to know
When the bullet hits the bone
When the bullet hits the bone, ah ah ha
When the bullet hits the bone
When the bullet hits the bone, ah ah ha
When the bullet hits the bone
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 11:32 pm
**Enter Bard**
*Bard fades in, instantly overwhelmed by the music*
What's going on? A party?
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 11:35 pm
:::She sees Bard appear:::
Oh, hello Bard! :::She shouts over the music so he can hear:::
Maggie and Luke are visiting the Captain at the moment. He is sustained now, though still in a state of paralysis!
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 11:40 pm
*Bard shouts back to Cora* I'll just go check on them!
*Skipping to the music he heads toward the Guest Rooms*
** Exit Bard to Guest Roms, 33**
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Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2005 11:44 pm
When the song ends Malazar nods to John.
"Evenin' John, I see your more handsome side hasn't decided to grace us with his presence tonight?"
He grins and motions John over to him as the song changes.
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And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!
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