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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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"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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