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46 [Accidental Video]
Nov. 26th, 2011 07:05 pm[Rachel is lying on her bed, one hand hanging off of the edge to rest on the head of her dog, staring at the ceiling with half-closed eyes. She's wearing shorts, and a tee-shirt, and worn sneakers -- she looks as if she might've just gone running. On top of that, Rachel looks exhausted, and her breathing is slow and even, as if she's drifting off to sleep.
She doesn't, though, and speaks quietly to the dog, though she doesn't look away from the ceiling.]
... maybe going for another run will help staying asleep.
[It's quiet, and absent, as her eyes drift fully closed, though her fingers gently scratch the dog's head as she stays awake. She's silent for a long moment before she draws in an even breath, before singing lazily to herself, to no one in particular.]
There is a castle on a cloud...I like to go there in my sleep...aren't any floors for me to sweep...not in my castle on a cloud. There is a room that's full of toys...there are a hundred boys and girls... nobody shouts or talks too loud...not in my castle on a cloud...
[Evita pushes herself up to rest her head on the end of the bed, but Rachel doesn't notice, letting the dog move her hand, as she continues to sing quietly to herself, though her voice is growing softer, as she's drifting off to sleep.]
There is a lady all in white, holds me and sings a lullaby... she's nice to see and she's soft to touch...she says "Cosette, I love you very much."
[Evita whines softly and Rachel gently smooths down her fur before the last trailing notes of the song die off into a murmur.]
Wake me up when the event stops, Evita.
ooc; Responses will be when she wakes up, which will probably be in a couple of hours. Nightmares suck, bro.
She doesn't, though, and speaks quietly to the dog, though she doesn't look away from the ceiling.]
... maybe going for another run will help staying asleep.
[It's quiet, and absent, as her eyes drift fully closed, though her fingers gently scratch the dog's head as she stays awake. She's silent for a long moment before she draws in an even breath, before singing lazily to herself, to no one in particular.]
There is a castle on a cloud...I like to go there in my sleep...aren't any floors for me to sweep...not in my castle on a cloud. There is a room that's full of toys...there are a hundred boys and girls... nobody shouts or talks too loud...not in my castle on a cloud...
[Evita pushes herself up to rest her head on the end of the bed, but Rachel doesn't notice, letting the dog move her hand, as she continues to sing quietly to herself, though her voice is growing softer, as she's drifting off to sleep.]
There is a lady all in white, holds me and sings a lullaby... she's nice to see and she's soft to touch...she says "Cosette, I love you very much."
[Evita whines softly and Rachel gently smooths down her fur before the last trailing notes of the song die off into a murmur.]
Wake me up when the event stops, Evita.
ooc; Responses will be when she wakes up, which will probably be in a couple of hours. Nightmares suck, bro.
Tags:
- !event: we're all mad here,
- bringing the music to adstringendum,
- broadway references are the best,
- don't stop thinking about tomorrow,
- let's sing about our feelings,
- missing the gay dads,
- missing the people who leave us,
- music is the universal language,
- my akita evita just won't shut up,
- she spends too much time with enjolras,
- the show must go on
