music of the night { . o . p . e . n . }

[Echo]

t u r n your face a w a y
from the g a r i s h light of d a y

turn your thoughts away from cold
unfeeling light. and listen to the music
of the night. close your eyes and
surrender to your darkest dreams.

For some unseen reason, night was always Echo's favorite time of day. She enjoyed the feeling of evening breezes against her skin, the glinting of stars overhead, and the silence that fell over the island once everyone had gone to sleep and gotten rid of any light in their windows. It was oddly calming, almost magical. Maybe this was because it was the one thing that felt familiar to her. When everything else was a mystery, the night was steady and sure, tried and true.

At night, she was alone and left to her own thoughts or devices. She could sit outside the lodging house all night and just contemplate her life and what it was like before she hit her head and lost everything. She had imagined so many pasts for herself. So many past realities, innumerable families…But none of them had felt right. That's why she settled on emptiness when it came to her family and her past. Because that was really all there was.

Echo currently lay on her side in the sand of South Beach with her eyes wide open and showing no trace of tiredness. Her hands combed through the grains softly, making a soft rustling sound that brought a melancholy smile to her face. She didn't know what time it was, nor did she care; all that mattered was that she was content with her lot, and with the silence around her.

In silence there was music that she told herself only she could hear. That music was made of the sand rustling subtly beneath her finger, of the small waves hitting the shore, of the water whooshing off in the distance, and of the wind blowing past her ears. Melody wasn't needed for this song, words weren't needed either. This symphony of noise was fine as it was.

There was nothing wrong with this reality.

words;; 443 (with coding) 308 (without coding)
lyrics; a.l.w.
muse;; good!
wearing;; this
credit;; what a lovely mockingjay!
warning;; steal and DIE!

[Kicker]

No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes

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Armed with a new tale to weave across New York, Kicker wandered to Staten Island territory. That one crazy girl would believe him hands down. Quite a way to anchor his story is this portion of town. His next stop would be the Bronx. As long as he didn't speak to Queenie herself, he would be fine in his story. She might be smart enough to see through it... Then it was Manhattan that was next. He'd tell that little boy, that one kid's brother. Kicker just shrugged, he couldn't remember the kid's name for the life of him. Anyway kids were good story carriers, because they believe everything and tell it back with such conviction that even the smartest of people could comprehend it. Getting it into Brooklyn would be easy, provided Spot or Doll didn't get involved when he planted the thought. Essentially, when a bird stood in his path all he did was mention to it to a random person and the bird would take it straight back to Spot himself and of course then all of Brooklyn will believe it. Queens was the hardest. Those newsies were used to his tricks... He really had little hope in convincing him that his latest story was truth, other then if another borough shared the Intel.

Back to the task at hand, Kicker saw a girl on the beach. She wasn't really dressed like a Newsie, but as he walked closer he could see the ink stains on her hands. Newsie for sure. Perfect place to start, he walked up to her and sat on the sand next to her. "Hiya, the name's Kicker," he said, his loud voice echoing off the water. Kicker was just a person who liked to run his mouth, no matter what happened.

I am
Seeing that this post is 354 words without the addition of an extra 182 words,
and sharing that my muse is so so, I guess...,
while noting that Greetings!!,
and finally, tagging Echo

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I know you're all jealous of this posting format, but don't be. I'll let you use it! You just have to promise that you won't remove this credit that tells the world that Spotty made it! She'd love you guys if you didn't just steal!
Lyrics belong to MatchBox 20

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