Log – Hello

Intro: This is an IC RP post that happens just minutes after the end of the log I just posted yesterday. Enjoy. 🙂

Contrary sat in the silent room for some time after the door closed. Not bothering to rise and lock it, she stared at the glittering treasure in her hands. A sword hilt of uncommonly elaborate design, with its twists of wood and metal, the large diamonds marking its Techno-Wizard origins.

She’d carried it for weeks since her escape, experiencing a strange dichotomy each time she touched it. Familiarity. It fit her hand, felt comfortable and she knew it was hers. Yet she couldn’t remember where she got it before. Who gave it to her. Did she make it herself? Contrary lightly passed her fingers over the well maintained weapon.

He seemed so interested in it.

Contrary frowned faintly as she lifted the item back to the desk, gently setting it there. Lingering in her observation until, with a sigh, she rose from where she sat, pointedly forcing herself to shove aside her jumbled thoughts.

She fumbled in the jacket tossed to the bed earlier, slipping out another small item, rarely far from her possession. Her PDD player. Lamenting for a moment the lack of external speakers, she sets it on the desk, leaning over a little to tinker with the settings. Her thoughts already looking forward to being saturated in an aural sedative. Her mood chaotic, she sets it to pick randomly from the bevy of modern and rare pre-Rifts tracks that she has on her personal mix disk.

Letting it process, she straightens, turning to lightly tug out the hem of her pullover. Pausing when the soft piano strains reach her, from the player’s tiny internal speaker. She turns, reaching out to stop the player, but pausing at the last second. Taking a step back as the female vocalist starts to sing words in a slow, soft tone that matches the melancholy music.

~
Playground schoolbell rings, again
Rainclouds come to play, again
Has no one told you she’s not breathing ?
Hello, I’m your mind, giving you someone to talk to…Hello…
~

Contrary stands there quietly, eyes closed as she absorbs the sounds. At the same time soothing and saddening. Seeming to wake suddenly from a light daydream when the vocalist pauses, the piano played a bit by itself between blocks of verse. She turns away and pulls the black shirt off, revealing under it the strange sight of silver chainmail. Even more so with the few embedded gems that mark it’s true nature.

She’s starting to wiggle the ultra light, mail shirt off when the vocals return, softly filling the quiet room.

~
If I smile and don’t believe
Soon I know I’ll wake from this dream
Don’t try to fix me
I’m not broken
Hello, I’m the lie living for you so you can hide…
*Don’t cry…*
~

She’s quietly mouthing the words to the song at the mid point of the verse, a slim, black liner under the mail. She carefully folds up the chainmail shirt as the vocals pause again for another instrumental moment, the piano joined by a tenor stringed instrument. Certainly not a violin, she thinks to herself as she sits on the edge of the bed again, carefully pulling off her shoes, setting them beside the desk. As she straightens from that, the vocalist sings again, Contrary sitting quietly, listening with rapt attention.

~
Suddenly I know I’m not sleeping
Hello, I’m still here, all that’s left
Of yesterday…
~

Her eyes closed as she listens to the last of the soft piano, the song closing as gently as it started. She sniffs faintly, reaching over quickly to stop the PDD player. She stands and turns down the sheets with a mute shake of her head. Denial of what she knows not. More comfortable now, she puts herself to bed, though the morning approaches after her late night journey. Fatigue, more from turmoil of the mind than exhaustion of the body ushers her off quickly after she turns off the lights, bringing darkness to the borrowed room and it’s large beds.