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Post by Megan on Aug 12, 2009 17:10:55 GMT -5
"The first one."
She glanced up at him and smiled shyly.
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Post by Howl on Aug 12, 2009 21:47:13 GMT -5
((Are we assuming that Soren has followed Megan here?))
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Aug 13, 2009 2:45:20 GMT -5
"Yea, the first one, he's still alive over there in New York, I used to drink with him on, tuesdays or whenever it was, I don't know if it ever really said anything about what DAY it was so get off my jock!. I miss him."
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Post by Megan on Sept 7, 2009 1:56:52 GMT -5
"And now I'm visiting you. Or actually living with you, but still."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Sept 7, 2009 2:18:44 GMT -5
"You don't exactly seem like the drinkin type..." he laughed "unless there's something about you I don't know."
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Post by Megan on Sept 7, 2009 2:24:07 GMT -5
"I'm not even old enough to," she pointed out.
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Sept 8, 2009 1:36:00 GMT -5
"Didn't we get off the issue of age?" He laughed "And remember this is Paris Megan, Wine is a staple for all meals, no matter the age."
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Post by Megan on Sept 8, 2009 22:46:00 GMT -5
"Look, I'm rambling again. Do you mind if I distract myself?"
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Sept 8, 2009 22:47:19 GMT -5
"Be my guest."
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Post by Megan on Sept 8, 2009 22:47:55 GMT -5
"Do you want me to do a song for you? I can, if you want."
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Post by Daniel Dreiberg on Sept 8, 2009 22:48:54 GMT -5
"Sure!" He bounced.
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Post by Megan on Sept 8, 2009 23:02:39 GMT -5
"Okay, well, see- it's in German, okay, but I can sort of tell you what it's about."
She started setting her iPod up in its amplifier.
"It's about this girl- well, not about her. Actually, she sings it. But anyway."
Her voice was starting to get a hard edge to it, full of harsh feeling.
"So this girl, she- she works for this man. She lives with him. actually. She's his maid. And every night he used to come into her room and hit on her and make her life hell, right?"
She picked up a few pillows from the couch and laid them out on the table, and then pulled a blanket over them, so it roughly resembled a covered body.
"But then, he dies, and she comes down to look at the body."
Megan looked at the pillow assemblage for a moment, and her face softened almost wistfully.
"And now she realizes she might miss him after all."
She was silent for a moment, and then pulled a clothes hanger from the closet.
"You have to pretend this is a cross, okay?"
Megan started her instrumental track. It began with a series of solemn piano notes, in a regular procession- a sort of da, DUM, da-da-da, DUM. She approached the pillows and pulled back the sheet at the top, as though to expose a face, and pushed the clothes hanger at it warily.
"Glasige Augen, Hände wie Eis. Er ist so kalt jetzt, und er war doch mal so heiß. Tot zu sein ist komisch."
She tossed Dan a quick grin to see if he was watching, and then reverted to character again.
"Gestern so poltrig, heute so still. Gestern noch prächtig, heute schon Müll. Tot zu sein ist komisch. Tot zu sein ist komisch."
Now, Megan moved to the side of the pillows, as though looking out at an audience. Technically, she was.
"Dieses Grapschen und sein Glotzen, als er lebte, war zum kotzen. Doch als Leiche wirkt er jetzt ganz gesittet und gesetzt.
Wenn er mir nahkam, nahm er mich her. Jetzt komm ich ihm nah, und wehrlos ist er. Tot zu sein ist komisch. Tot zu sein ist komisch."
The music entered an instrumental passage, and Megan set the coat hanger down and lit a small votive candle Dan had left on the credenza before turning back to her one-man audience.
"Tot zu sein ist komisch. Tot zu sein ist komisch.
Sein Geschwätz und sein Benehmen, als er lebte, war zum Schämen. Doch als Leiche riecht er bloß, sonst hält er sich tadellos."
She held the note for a long moment, and then seemed to wither.
"Er war mir lästig in meinem Bett. Jetzt denk ich plötzlich: Er war doch ganz-"
At that moment, Megan glanced toward the window and saw something on the balcony that caused her to scream and fumble for the coat hanger, as though it were a protective talisman.
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Post by Howl on Sept 8, 2009 23:15:06 GMT -5
There, on the balcony's railing, perched the enormous bulk of a bird--if you could call it a bird, that is. Its extremities included a pair of dark, feathery wings and scaly legs that ended in several curved talons, which glinted dangerously in the light. The talons of a predator. And yet, if you managed to see past all these, you could just discern a face within it all...a face, albeit, with golden, slitted eyes commonly found on the countenance of animals of the feline persuasion. Was it possible, though, that the creature seemed human, despite it all?
"...Megan?"
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Post by Megan on Sept 8, 2009 23:22:41 GMT -5
"Oh, thank God, Soren, it's just you."
Megan steadied herself in relief and then turned off the amp as she hurried to the balcony to let him in.
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Post by Howl on Sept 8, 2009 23:24:58 GMT -5
Soren hopped down from the railing and entered through the door as best he could without overturning anything with his over-sized wings.
"I'm sorry if I startled you--"
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