♚ {26th}
[Voice Post]
((Click--the sounds of a train, ratta-ta-ttle, ratta-ta-ttle, ratta-ta-ttle... No other sounds at first, no other anything at first. Nothing.
Then, quietly, a child's voice...singing...))
Butterflies, butterflies...
((A low thrumming hum: inhuman but not mechanical and certainly not animal. Thrumming hum hum thrum, low. Something felt more than heard, down in the pit of the stomach, something that triggers the oldest fight-or-flight responses, something that should not be heard.))
Stop on the cherry blossoms...
((The sparking, hissing sound of a light arcing and flaring, electric sounds.))
Maria remembers, uuu. Maria believes, uuu. Maria isn't scared, uuu.
((A grinding creak. A grating hiss. The sound of a whetstone. A high-pitched metallic ringing. None of these are the sounds of a train.))
"The witch will praise the wise, and should bestow four treasures.
One shall be, all the gold from the Golden Land.
One shall be, the resurrection of the souls of all the dead.
One shall be, even the resurrection of the lost love.
One shall be, to put the witch to sleep for all time."
Beatrice will open the way to the Golden Land.
((Softly, over the grinding, the hissing, the creaking, and the incessant rhythm of the train...))
Maria believes.
Beatrice will take us all to the Golden Land. Beatrice promised. We will all go to the Golden Land.
((A pause. The sounds of sharpening blades and nightmare machinery continue.))
Mama, if Maria was a burden, Maria is sorry, uuu. Maria was never a good child, uuu. When Mama had a man over, Maria would get restless and make a mess, and Mama was angry. Maria never did what she was told. Maria never listened to Mama. Maria was never good at school. Maria was always a disgrace to Mama. Maria never obeyed Mama.
Mama, Maria is sorry. Maria was a burden to Mama.
So Maria will try to be something good for Mama now, if Maria can, uuu.
((Another small pause... Gently...))
But, Mama, Maria wants you to know that there was only ever one Mama for Maria...uuu.
Uuu--
((The sound is cut short as all those nightmare sounds, all the sounds of scissors and knives and daggers and stakes and nails and saws and blades and whetstones and cleavers and axes and hatchets and drills and gears and rise up together in a metallic cloud, in a metallic thunderclap--
... ... ...
Silence for a moment.
A dripping sound.
... ... ...
A thud.
--click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor... The events in this post took place at 6am this morning. We're backdating a little, but just understand that this is all taking place at 6am somewhere in the Midnight Express train. Please watch the flist for more ordeals! (And, yes, the lovely canon ironies are not lost on me. It's not quite a closed room.) Have fun >:3]
((Click--the sounds of a train, ratta-ta-ttle, ratta-ta-ttle, ratta-ta-ttle... No other sounds at first, no other anything at first. Nothing.
Then, quietly, a child's voice...singing...))
Butterflies, butterflies...
((A low thrumming hum: inhuman but not mechanical and certainly not animal. Thrumming hum hum thrum, low. Something felt more than heard, down in the pit of the stomach, something that triggers the oldest fight-or-flight responses, something that should not be heard.))
Stop on the cherry blossoms...
((The sparking, hissing sound of a light arcing and flaring, electric sounds.))
Maria remembers, uuu. Maria believes, uuu. Maria isn't scared, uuu.
((A grinding creak. A grating hiss. The sound of a whetstone. A high-pitched metallic ringing. None of these are the sounds of a train.))
"The witch will praise the wise, and should bestow four treasures.
One shall be, all the gold from the Golden Land.
One shall be, the resurrection of the souls of all the dead.
One shall be, even the resurrection of the lost love.
One shall be, to put the witch to sleep for all time."
Beatrice will open the way to the Golden Land.
((Softly, over the grinding, the hissing, the creaking, and the incessant rhythm of the train...))
Maria believes.
Beatrice will take us all to the Golden Land. Beatrice promised. We will all go to the Golden Land.
((A pause. The sounds of sharpening blades and nightmare machinery continue.))
Mama, if Maria was a burden, Maria is sorry, uuu. Maria was never a good child, uuu. When Mama had a man over, Maria would get restless and make a mess, and Mama was angry. Maria never did what she was told. Maria never listened to Mama. Maria was never good at school. Maria was always a disgrace to Mama. Maria never obeyed Mama.
Mama, Maria is sorry. Maria was a burden to Mama.
So Maria will try to be something good for Mama now, if Maria can, uuu.
((Another small pause... Gently...))
But, Mama, Maria wants you to know that there was only ever one Mama for Maria...uuu.
Uuu--
((The sound is cut short as all those nightmare sounds, all the sounds of scissors and knives and daggers and stakes and nails and saws and blades and whetstones and cleavers and axes and hatchets and drills and gears and rise up together in a metallic cloud, in a metallic thunderclap--
... ... ...
Silence for a moment.
A dripping sound.
... ... ...
A thud.
--click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor... The events in this post took place at 6am this morning. We're backdating a little, but just understand that this is all taking place at 6am somewhere in the Midnight Express train. Please watch the flist for more ordeals! (And, yes, the lovely canon ironies are not lost on me. It's not quite a closed room.) Have fun >:3]