Who knows. Who cares? (abloodymess) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-06-01 22:05:00 |
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Who: Anole, Damphyr and Illusion at the beginning
When: June 3rd, forward dated
Where: Anole's cell in yellow block then NYC!!! Vacation thread
What: A little music time turns into the real thing rather quickly.
Warnings:Language, as usual xD
He wasn't exactly a fan of Phantom of the Opera, but hell, Vic was so fanatical about the shit he'd actually let Victor talk him into having a 'music time'. What the fuck? Had he suddenly turned six years old again? Oh well, at least it seemed to be putting the green man into a good mood, so fuck, maybe he'd get some good tongue later. Yes, he was ever the pervert, but HELL, once experiencing that, he was of the strong opinion there would be no one that could really ever forgot it. He was laid out on Victor's floor, half on the bed, half on the beanbag chair the other had in his cell. Vic was up on the bed, reading some shit or another.
In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came, that voice which calls to me, and speaks my name. And do I dream again, for now I find, the Phantom of the Opera lays there, inside my mind~! A woman's voice soared out of the boom box, and then the music continued and Mason opened his mouth, singing along to the male part, Sing once again with me, a strange duet..my power over you grows stronger yet..and though you turn from me to glance behind..the phantom of the opera lies here inside your mind! This continued on, and not that anyone here actually knew music well, but Mason had a fairly good voice, especially for this part. It was a little deeper then the tenor on the CD because that was Michael Crawford, he compared more to the one that acted in the most recent movie, though perhaps just a bit more gravely. However, for those that liked the idea of a more 'angry', darkly emotional Erik, that was where Mason scored points, because the emotion that was put behind those words, it was enough to give one who knew the work goosebumps.
This continued until the song ended and then 'Music of the Night' started. "Fuck, I don't wanna do this one right now. The point of no Return is better." Of course Mason would think so, since that was also a darkly charged one. So was Music of the Night really, but apparently not to this male's mind. "So, how'd I do? Did I kill the musical for ya pretty good now?" He asked with a somewhat crooked smile. He would have never done that if he was by himself, he'd only really done it for his lover's enjoyment.
Today Mason was wearing a pair of tight fitting black jeans and a black leather belt that had spikes on it, a skullpiece with red eyes in the middle, this looking a lot like the mark of red death in the play, coincidentally. His hair looked freshly washed, he'd been keeping it better groomed since their reconciliation, and was currently held back in a fairly long ponytail. His top half was covered in a long sleeved black shirt that had silver block letters that read oh so pleasently:FUCK OFF, and of course his ever present heavy boots with red laces this time.
"Most of these guys in musicals are wussies, but I dunno, this one was kinda cool. Still think he should'a killed the bitch and her boy toy though." He grunted, messing around with the buttons on victor's boom box.