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[[I hope not. D: I'm waiting for some more folks to post so I can make a good post.]]

Sigma awoke slowly. His eyes flickered open gradually, his head resting on his left arm, which was fully extended in front of him. He looked up, and noticed there was nothing but black. He lifted up his head, and contorted it to a "WTF" look as he gazed around the room. He sat up, yawned while stretching his arms above his head, and rubbed his eyes. "Uggh..." he groaned. "What the hell happened to me?" he thought to himself. "Ahh f***," He said to himself quietly as he grabbed the back of his head. He had a searing headache that gave him the feeling of two men, one screaming in his ear, the other applying Muay Thai style kicks to the back of his head. He pulled out a box of Nat Sherman: Black and Gold cigarettes, opened the pack, pulled one out, put it in his mouth, placed the box back in his pocket, took out his lighter, lit the cigarette, took a nice deep breath, and let it out. Replacing the lighter into his pocket, his headache started to clear up immediately. He took another drag, and did so whenever he felt necessary. "Well, first things first. How do I get out of the basement," he thought to himself.

He paused, and closed his eyes. He listened to his surroundings, and tried to hear anything that would lead him out. He heard a bit of rustling, and a thump noise coming from his 4 'o clock. He turned to his southeast and took off in that direction. His night vision was good enough to let him find his way without tripping, but not good enough to keep him from slamming his leg into a solid object. "S***" he screamed into his mind, biting back from actually yelling it. He pulled out a lighter he used for actually getting light, made sure it was on max, and flicked it on about 4 seconds. He noticed it was a staircase, and that there was a trapdoor at the top. "Oh yeah..." he thought to himself. He proceeded to climb the stairs, keeping one hand extended above him; he was glad he did this, as it forced his hand, rather than his head, to collide with the trap door. He looked up at it, (even though he couldn't see it) and slowly pushed it open. As he exited, he kept it up, and placed it gingerly back. He moved east, his hands out in front of him, stiff and fingers straight, as was his fighting style, she quan. He moved across the room surreptitiously, and heard a female voice, coming from his 1 'o clock; it was saying, "Legault? Legault?!"
"Are these voices them?" he wondered. He moved forward, much faster now, toward the voice, when he noticed a piano.

It was beautiful. Perfectly angel white. So clean, so nice. No dust, unlike the floor, in which the dust ate half the sole of his shoe. The piano called to him, it wasn't just a want, it was a need to play it. He moved over, instantaneously abandoning his quest for the voice. He opened the lid to the strings, and mouthed, "Wow. This is nice." He had never had the opportunity to play such a majestic instrument. He wondered to himself why the piano was so nicely kept, but then discarded the thought as useless. He sat down at the piano, lifted the key cover, discarded the cigarette butt in his mouth by tossing it aside, placed his hands at the ready position, and put his foot over the third peddle, pressing it down. The very small "whump" sound that was made due to the mufflers being lifted echoed around the room, despite its intensely low volume. "Oh yeah, this is gonna sound awesome." he thought to himself. After all, if the mufflers made a sound that cool, well you can imagine. Placing his hands where they needed to be, he took a breath, and began to play Beethoven’s Moonshine (or moonlight for those of you who don't know the story behind that song) Sonata.

((I'm sorry if this seems rather impossible, seeing as Michelle hasn't moved from the piano bench, but because she hasn't posted since August, I kinda figured she was done and her character probably gone.))

Patrick had turned his attention toward the direction where he'd heard a noise from, having opted to simply aim a concerned gaze toward Legault since he seemed already taken care of. Silently, he made his way toward the piano. When in sight of the instrument - as well as the fellow playing it - one of Patrick's eyebrows formed an upward arch of curiousity. The music soothed him, bringing the corner of his lips upward into an incrediby minute half-smile. 'I hadn't known there was another here. Regardless, atleast the fellow can play a good tune.' Patrick slipped his calloused hands into his pockets and leant against a wall, allowing his almost calculating yet indecipherable gaze to settle upon the fingers that nimbly flew across the black and white keys.

Sigma noticed the man standing over by the wall, watching him play. He immediately rose from the bench and jumped back, pushing his hands out into the she quan stance. "Wait, what if he's part of... Sigma thought to himself. He lowered his attacking stance, pulled out his notebook and pen, and wrote down, "Hi. Sorry for reacting like that. Do you know what's happening here? I'm not quite sure what's happening, I just kinda woke up here. Are there others? Oh, and uh, please don't leave the lighter on to long. Not sure how much fuel it's got left." He then sheathed his pen, brought out his lighter for light, and proceeded over to the man. He handed him the paper and offered him the lighter. Sigma had a look on his face that looked like he was forcing a confused look.

(Two things. One: Sorry for the short post. Two: I'm really sorry if this goes under. That would suck major. However, I am a well known RP runner at my school, and I would gladly run this at my school. I could document everything for you, and send it all to you. To do this however, I would need the full story and every secret and the storyline and etc. etc. Anyway, I just suggested this so this RP wasn't created in vain.)

((Alright, 3 people... This may still have a chance. Ah and thanks for the offer Windfiar, but if it dies then I'll just keep and re-open it another time after I gather more tips on keeping an RP alive and thriving. biggrin ))

[[Sorry, I won't be able to post 'till Sunday. Got a drill meet.]]

((It's said to say, but I think this is done. It hasn't been posted in for a while. God Damnit, I should have joined earlier. I could have at least done something. This seemed so kickass))