all i need is the air i breathe and a place to rest my head

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[there's a pale body fast asleep atop the grand piano in the ballroom, completely oblivious to the scene change. his ears are plugged with headphones playing a soft tune.]

{ooc; recycled eljay, better idea, etc.}

Comments

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

Well at least you aren't freaking like the rest of the new idiots.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

I have no reason to. It's not like it'll do any good.

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

I felt much the same. It's not so bad here as long as you avoid the crazies. A bit boring though.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Crazies?

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

Cannibals, murderers, sex crazed idiots. Those kind.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

And I thought the city was screwed up.

How can I tell before it's too late?

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

Sometimes you can't. [shrugs]

But as time passes, you get to see people here interact. And then you can just tell.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Guess I'll stick back to people watching, then. I make a good hood ornament, anyways.

[clavichordly.livejournal.com]

Smart.

[adjusts the volume of his music, turning to continue his walk]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[for now he'll just practice then, a few simple tunes across the keys after opening the top.]