Hans Ernst Varner (heil_hans) wrote in la_vie_rpg, @ 2008-04-09 00:42:00 |
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Icarian Soldiers
Who: Hans ot Marie-Pierre
Where: the secret apartment
When: Friday evening April 1941
What: Hans is playing the piano and feeling moody
Hans closed his eyes, and let his hands touch the keys. It had been a very long week at work, and he needed to unwind. Though having an assistant had made the work load lighter, it had also in a way caused there to be more work as he had to show Dieter the proper methods for filing certain forms, and what certain policies were, and so on. The boy seemed to catch on quickly though, and Hans was optimistic about how things would work out. But there had been a lot of extra work this week beyond that - strange shipments of fuel coming in, extra supplies requisitioned for various vaguely worded projects. Curious, but it was not in his nature to pry too closely. His survival instinct was too strong for that.
Instead, he came here to the Duck's Nest to unwind, to play the piano Marie-Pierre had given him for Nadal. He improvised a melody, a haunting tune that was a bit more dour than he had intended when he begun. Still, the notes resonated with his mood, and the piece seemed to take a life of his own. He imagined that it had a story - maybe of an Icarus-like soldier, who built wings of feathers and wax and flew away from the battlefield, only to tragically be shot down by an anti-aircraft gun. Ah, imagination...