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queenoflogs2012-09-30 01:19 pm
binaural) wrote in queenoflogs2012-09-30 01:19 pm
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i find shelter in this way (open)
Characters: Therese and open!
Date: 9/30
Summary: After the bodyswap's left her in a huffy mood, Therese discovers the concert hall. Naturally, she has to put it to use, even if it's a solo.
Warnings: none
How disgustingly personal that whole affair had been. So much so that it still bothered her days later, while she was on a small run to burn off energy and keep herself doing well. Slacking wouldn't be tolerated. And speaking of slacking...her voice. The change in body had meant she couldn't do her exercises, and of course she had backslid. At least in her view, most people wouldn't bother to actually listen and critique her like she needed.
Then, as if in answer to her unspoken prayers, she caught sight of a building. Slowing down, she examined it, and-could it be-this was a place for music. Forget the run, how had she never noticed this? A place to perform, to perhaps practice in privacy...she wasted no time in walking inside, leaving the doors open as she walked through.
It was gorgeous, simply put. It was like it had spring from her dreams, like it was waiting for her. Empty, but in her mind she could fill it with people who had come to honor her and her alone. And was she to deny them her voice? No.
Pulling herself up onto the stage, she took a deep breath, stood up straight, and began to sing. She put no words to it, not right now, but it was a song of joy, of confidence, something that filled the air and the entirety of the concert hall by her use of her amplification. The fictional people had to hear her too, and if no one else was around, why not have a bit of fun?
For now, she would just sing, focusing on perfecting her notes with what help she could give, uncaring that she was alone. Because if she sang long enough, her audience would come, she knew it.
Date: 9/30
Summary: After the bodyswap's left her in a huffy mood, Therese discovers the concert hall. Naturally, she has to put it to use, even if it's a solo.
Warnings: none
How disgustingly personal that whole affair had been. So much so that it still bothered her days later, while she was on a small run to burn off energy and keep herself doing well. Slacking wouldn't be tolerated. And speaking of slacking...her voice. The change in body had meant she couldn't do her exercises, and of course she had backslid. At least in her view, most people wouldn't bother to actually listen and critique her like she needed.
Then, as if in answer to her unspoken prayers, she caught sight of a building. Slowing down, she examined it, and-could it be-this was a place for music. Forget the run, how had she never noticed this? A place to perform, to perhaps practice in privacy...she wasted no time in walking inside, leaving the doors open as she walked through.
It was gorgeous, simply put. It was like it had spring from her dreams, like it was waiting for her. Empty, but in her mind she could fill it with people who had come to honor her and her alone. And was she to deny them her voice? No.
Pulling herself up onto the stage, she took a deep breath, stood up straight, and began to sing. She put no words to it, not right now, but it was a song of joy, of confidence, something that filled the air and the entirety of the concert hall by her use of her amplification. The fictional people had to hear her too, and if no one else was around, why not have a bit of fun?
For now, she would just sing, focusing on perfecting her notes with what help she could give, uncaring that she was alone. Because if she sang long enough, her audience would come, she knew it.
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The singing was faintly audible from the outside, and some of the songbirds had come to listen and twitter at the columns, wondering at the sound. Gal had inspected the empty building before, thinking it some kind of temple at first. Now it seemed to be occupied. She walked up the steps slowly, not too curious to take her time. Inside, the sound was more distinct, and she felt a knot of homesickness in her stomach. Van. Van used to sing like this, when Gal was little. She'd passed it on to her brother.
And there was something else familiar, something she couldn't put her finger on until the small figure on the stage came into view, from where she stepped out into one of the side aisles. Blue hair, and that voice--she couldn't help staring. The recent events felt even more uncomfortably real. The things she'd seen--they belonged to someone, someone she didn't even know. Someone who'd been hurt that badly, but could still sing like this?
She stood still and waited, her hand on the back of a chair. It was all she could do not to sink into it, anyway.
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She noticed, and she wound the song off into what would serve as a stopping point for now, the echoes of her voice drifting into silence. And she bowed, because what else did a performer do? This would be her audience, in strange coincidence, and Therese wouldn't be so rude as to keep subjecting Gal to a voice that hadn't been worked on in a few days.
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"That was...lovely." She seemed sad, but it wasn't pity, at least. Just the general weariness of someone who'd seen a lot at once. She folded her arms almost protectively, tilting her head.
"You're 'Opera'." It wasn't really a question. She stopped short of saying the girl's real name; it felt like even more of an intrusion.
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Opera. So Vivi remained the only one with her real name, and she inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
"And you're Gal." It was safe enough to walk closer, sitting on the edge of the stage so she wouldn't look quite as intimidating but still retaining a bit of height.
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"So you were--" she doesn't bother finishing her sentence. It's obvious. She scratches the back of her head, instead. Usually she's good at smoothing awkward situations over, but this is way out of her league.
"I'm sorry," she says finally, knowing it isn't really her fault, but she can't think of anything else to say.
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"Maybe I didn't have any control, but...I know what I saw was--...private."
It's a terrible way to describe it, she knows, because it makes her feel angry and sick. No one should ever treat anyone that way, let alone a girl not even of age yet.
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"What did you see? Tell me."
Her tone was soft, but she needed to know. What did this stranger know about her? What private thing? Did she see her failed crushes? Her training and imperfections? What?
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"...you ran away."
There is anger somewhere in her tone, but it's not directed at Therese.
"I can't say--anything you may have seen compares, and I'm sorry." The exchange of memories was hardly an even one. None of the people in Gal's have ever come to the Gardens, and secretly she hopes they never do. There's too much wrong in this place to be worth it.
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"It was wrong," she says, her voice hard. "No one should hurt anyone like that. Whatever they made you believe, how they did it--it was wrong."
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It's nearly a shout, and she stands, glaring and every part of her on edge. "You know nothing. What happened was necessary. It was my fault." This was drilled into her so many times, her loyalty being the only thing in question, not the Academy's methods or its motives. She was the problem, so they had to fix her.
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"What was your fault, exactly? What was so bad you needed to be tortured into apologizing for it? Ask anyone--that's not right. That's not how you treat people. You're not even of age yet, you should be looked after, cared for. That's what good people do."
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