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 Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:31 pm
"I got it from the bakery down the way. It's pretty awesome," Frankie said, rifling through the various objects on her Junk N' Stuff shelf. The little music box had been mostly forgotten, except when there was someone new to show. It still played the same eerie tune, much to Frankie's delight.
"Ah. Here it is."
She hefted up the box, noting that it felt a little heavier than earlier, but an attempt to pry the lid off ended as it did ever time; in failure.
"Listen."
She turned the little lever on the side and let the tune play.
"Sounds kinda familiar, huh?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:43 pm
"Interesting," Thomas said dryly, watching Frankie's attempt to open it with a slight amusement. "They probably superglued it shut, y'know."
At the question he shrugged.
"I s'pose. Tchaikovsky?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:45 pm
"That's it!" Frankie said, snapping her fingers, "Romance in...in..." She played it again.
"F minor. Discordant as hell, but you're a goddamn genius."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:48 pm
"I know," Thom said, slouching with hands shoved into his pockets. "Sounds kinda creepy. Where'd you get it, anyway?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:50 pm
"From that dude who runs the bakery. Adurr. Audley, I think his name is." Frankie gave a little nonchalant shrug and tucked the music box under her arm. It began to play again. ...was that Mozart? Wait a second!
Frankie either didn't notice or didn't care.
"Come on. We need to get to creatin'."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:52 pm
"Durrhurr, the baker, not the...wherever the hell you get music boxes. How the hell was I s'posed to know, wench."
Hmn. Mozart? ...nah, probably just the crappy thing unwinding inside and hitting random notes. Feh.
"Alright, fearless leader," Thom said. "Lead and I shall follow, all that, blah blah."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:55 pm
Frankie fiddled with the lever and it played once more as they headed for her room. She had her keyboard there, and could supply very nice vague percussion sounds.
...was that Mary Had a Little Lamb...?!
"So. Subject matter. We need it."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:06 pm
Giving the music box a brief distrustful look, Thomas switched back to the issue at hand. Hrm.
"...uhm...how about...mole people. Y'know, the crazies that live down in the sewers."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:08 pm
Frankie wrinkled her nose.
"Well, I guess. I mean, it must be shitty down there. All of the emo kids will think it's about alienation." Which she would make sure it was. Frankie was a serious writer, not some hack.
...not that she thought Thom was a hack! Even if he was.
Ping! Ping. Ping! Creeeeeak~
Frankie ignored the sudden sounds.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:17 pm
"Hey, y'get what you pay for," Thom said obliquely. "You're the creative one here."
...ping? Creak?
"Um..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:21 pm
"Alright."
Frankie flopped on her bed, crossed her ankles, and gave her usual prompt.
"Gimmee four words."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:27 pm
Thomas sat on the floor, head resting on the bed's edge.
"Sacred, flush, board, crown," he drawled. Ha, good luck with that.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:28 pm
And the song about mole people suddenly became a game of cards in Frankie's head. Hey, she'd take whatever she could get!
Creeeeeak~
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:29 pm
Thom jolted, head swinging up.
"What the hell was that."
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 3:30 pm
Frankie just shrugged.
"It's a duplex. Someone probably opened a door."
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