don't paint the silence black - now save me

[radio-aids.livejournal.com]

[the air around him's oddly quiet; not one note of music spilling out of those headphones. unusual, considering that's his main function. he's curled up on a chair, limbs tucked protectively against his torso, looking rather miserable]

...I'm so useless in this place...




[ooc: because I forgot about him too. :| ]

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[canaryfeathers.livejournal.com]

[scaredycat is prowling through the area after pilfering a small bag of cheese popcorn to eat, cautiously crawling along the walls to his room.]

[radio-aids.livejournal.com]

[canaryfeathers.livejournal.com]

[clutching the bag to his chest, his wide and soulless eyes fall on Demyx, caught in step like a deer in the headlights.]

... what are you?

[themaskofsanity.livejournal.com]

[...this is the second time he's seen someone that looks like they should be a ghost to him. have a hand on the back of your chair.]

Useless?

[radio-aids.livejournal.com]

An Entertainment Unit. I'm supposed to keep people company and make them happy.

[radio-aids.livejournal.com]

I don't have a purpose without an Owner.

[canaryfeathers.livejournal.com]

Is that ... all? What do you do?

[hugs the bag of popcorn closer, pressing to the wall.]

[leaderofmuses.livejournal.com]

What's wrong?

[themaskofsanity.livejournal.com]

[freezes. likely rude, but he can't stop staring at the similarities.]

For what reason would you possibly require an owner?

[radio-aids.livejournal.com]

Primarily I play music, sometimes games. Dance. Sing. Hold conversation. Whatever my Owner asks of me.

[canaryfeathers.livejournal.com]

[blinks a moment, straightening up some.]

C-can you play... Beethoven's fifth symphony?

[radio-aids.livejournal.com]

It's what I was built for.

[radio-aids.livejournal.com]

I'm an unregistered device, so I don't have an Owner and that means I don't have a purpose. No one to keep company.

[leaderofmuses.livejournal.com]

There are a ton of people in here who could use the company.

[themaskofsanity.livejournal.com]

[well now, this is an intriguing concept.]

Built-- You were built? How is that?

[featheredapple.livejournal.com]

[this Sora would love company]

Are you ok? Are you sick?

[radio-aids.livejournal.com]

...if it's in my database. Hold on a sec.

Searching.....

Now playing Artist: Ludwig van Beethoven. Track: Symphony No. 5

[canaryfeathers.livejournal.com]

[and so with cautious glances left and right... he slowly approaches, nearly atop the boy when he finally gets over.]

A-amazing. That's really amazing.

[he can see it now, the black and white movie of the old man on the stage conducting all those people with one little magic stick... all so amazing.]

You're not useless.

[radio-aids.livejournal.com]

I was manufactured in a factory, I'm an Entertainment Unit.

[radio-aids.livejournal.com]

Really? You think one of them would want me as a companion....?

[leaderofmuses.livejournal.com]

Yea, I think they would~

[radio-aids.livejournal.com]

No no, not sick. Just lonely...

[featheredapple.livejournal.com]

Well, I can spend time with you if you're lonely!

[radio-aids.livejournal.com]

I-it's nothing. It's what I'm meant to do.

[canaryfeathers.livejournal.com]

[just lays his cheek against the other's chest, clearly missing being near Mason. it's been so long, it feels like, and he's begun to lose hope again.]

I could listen to this all night. Every night.