gretchen is the sassiest illegal dj there ever was (singlemum) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2010-05-11 16:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !broadcast, *the tube, aaron turpin, gretchen davies |
Wireless Narrative: The Tube
Characters: Rocketman and Sweet Melissa
Setting: Evening of 11 May on The Tube
Summary: Rocketman and Sweet Melissa let off a little steam.
Warning: Bad words!
Music: "God Save the Queen" by the Sex Pistols, "All Along the Watchtower" by Jimi Hendrix
As the final chords of "God Save the Queen" float of the wireless, they're replaced with what has become a relatively familiar chuckle of an American accent for those who have made a habit of tuning in to listen to the underground show. "And you're back to me, Sweet Melissa, and my hunk of a partner, Rocketman, even though I'm sure you're all sick of hearing our voices instead of some fantastic tunes." There was a pause then, another chuckle. "Nah, I'm sure the whole lot of you love us just as much as the Sex Pistols. And, really, those Sex Pistols are an angry bunch - but wouldn't you say that they're a bit fitting, Rocketman? What with all of this silliness all over the place?" What followed was a sound of dismissal from the bloke with the thick Brooklyn accent, someone that people could never get tired of, or so he always claimed. "I'm damn sure that the people would take our voices without music over anything recently broadcasted." In the background, there was a sound of wood scraping across the floor as Rocketman shifted in his chair from his at ease position. "So he thinks he could bring us peace, huh? Hey, follow me and you won't have live in fear anymore... it's like the school bully that says 'I can stop punching you if you give me your money already'. Whatta guy." "No kidding," Sweet Melissa replied, blowing out a long sigh that made a listener almost be able to envision her eyes rolling toward the ceiling. "Let's not forget that the reason we're in this giant mess and the fact that there isn't peace and we're being attacked left and right by maniacs is because he's got it in his head that he oughta be telling the bunch of them to do it. "I'll promise y'all peace!" she continued with a sort of bravado. "Y'all won't have to worry ever again! Only until I decide that something's gotta change and I wanna get me way. Then it'll be vamps and wolves all over the place." "There's your answer, my man." The words wavered slightly with the accompanying bitter chuckle. "People don't have to think on anything. You've got the answers pretty quickly right there in the journals." "But really, what was the guy expecting? That we'd fall to our knees and beg him to take away the pain HE'S inflicting?" Rocketman's tone then darkened as the cynical mirth from earlier disappeared completely. "You've killed some of those who are trained to protect us. Roger Davies, John Dawlish, Sean McAllister, Lawrence Williams, Dorcas Meadowes, Emily Prewett." Mentally, he gave himself a pat on the back for not letting emotion leak into his voice as he spoke some of the names. "Among numerous others." "You've broken apart families, attacking children, killing and kidnapping people. Just what are you getting out of this? What, Sweet Mel, are we supposed to actually believe when Death Eaters are marching into homes and pulling people out? Seriously. What is the goddamn purpose? I wonder if he could actually effectively answer these questions for us." "That's because, dare I make assumptions and all that, but that's because the man has no intention to stop this," Sweet Melissa said in return, her normally bouncy voice growing more grave with each word. "This isn't just him trying to take over. He has no intentions on stopping until he's in control and can kill anyone he so chooses without garnering any kind of punishment because he will be the one in charge." She paused for a moment, recollecting herself with a clearing of her throat before she went on. "But I say fuck him. Fuck his followers. Fuck all of them because there ain't no way in hell this is gonna stand." "Not a chance," Rocketman said with a nod that was obviously not known to his beloved audience listening. "I've made a conclusion about the sick and twisted minds of the followers and I think I ought to share it with you -- they don't know what family is. They don't know what love and acceptance really are. They breed for the sake of keeping alive their precious traditions and monger more and more prejudice. But so long as you, folks, keep your head up, stay safe, and refuse to give in, this war will not be lost." He let that message hang for a bit before giving a chuckle to cut through the tension. "Hey, Mel, know any tune to accompany my most awesome message to date?" "Mmm," came her murmured reply, a smiling crossing her face. "I'm sure that I can come up with something." There was a shuffling of papers or albums or something, then she announced, "This song's ripe with all kinds of different interpretations, so take it as you will. Whether you're a joker or a thief, just know that you're not alone out there." |