Re: The Fatal Conflict! (GBS2G7) (Round 1: Everybody's Dead!)
07-24-2010, 06:33 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Simphonia was a strange ghost-thing, but she wasn't a particularly interesting one. As she explored the house curiously, she poked and prodded at whatever took her fancy. She opened and closed the refrigerator, not minding the smell of rotten food. She tried flipping the lights on and off but found that the lightbulbs didn't work anymore. She turned on a tap and splashed the running water around lightly for a bit before getting bored and doing some other weird, mundane things. Like hugging a pillow and pressing every button she saw. She chirped happily upon finding a broken-down piano in the basement but found that most of the strings had broke and half of the mallets were stuck and she couldn't play the piano anyways. She quickly shrugged off her disappointment and instead examined the sheet music laid out in front of her.
The paper hadn't fared well, much like the rest of the house. The notes on it were faded and sometimes hardly legible and it was impossible to tell what key it was in. Simphonia attempted to hum it, silencing all other instruments besides the piano, but it stuttered and stumbled and halted very often until she grew frustrated and decided there was nothing to do at all inside the house. The notes that made up all of Simphonia poured themselves onto the paper and though it was still as yellowed as ever, the ink seemed to grow crisper for a moment, even move around for a bit as she pondered where she could go, before she traveled away through the papery network onto another sheet of paper somewhere in town.
It turned out the one she had decided to travel to was in a briefcase that had unluckily wound up underneath one of the many corpses that littered the streets. She was not at all prepared for this and the whole bulk of her collided with the lid. Before she could stop herself, she was squeezed very uncomfortably inside, many violins and trumpets screeching out her distress. Fortunately, the briefcase was not built for holding a person-sized entity within it and the clasp snapped, the lid swinging open with enough force to push the suited corpse aside. Simphonia burst out with a clash of brass, rather surprising both Zachs, before she floated around a bit absentmindedly, down to her regular volume and sounding rather flustered and possibly embarrassed.
Simphonia was a strange ghost-thing, but she wasn't a particularly interesting one. As she explored the house curiously, she poked and prodded at whatever took her fancy. She opened and closed the refrigerator, not minding the smell of rotten food. She tried flipping the lights on and off but found that the lightbulbs didn't work anymore. She turned on a tap and splashed the running water around lightly for a bit before getting bored and doing some other weird, mundane things. Like hugging a pillow and pressing every button she saw. She chirped happily upon finding a broken-down piano in the basement but found that most of the strings had broke and half of the mallets were stuck and she couldn't play the piano anyways. She quickly shrugged off her disappointment and instead examined the sheet music laid out in front of her.
The paper hadn't fared well, much like the rest of the house. The notes on it were faded and sometimes hardly legible and it was impossible to tell what key it was in. Simphonia attempted to hum it, silencing all other instruments besides the piano, but it stuttered and stumbled and halted very often until she grew frustrated and decided there was nothing to do at all inside the house. The notes that made up all of Simphonia poured themselves onto the paper and though it was still as yellowed as ever, the ink seemed to grow crisper for a moment, even move around for a bit as she pondered where she could go, before she traveled away through the papery network onto another sheet of paper somewhere in town.
It turned out the one she had decided to travel to was in a briefcase that had unluckily wound up underneath one of the many corpses that littered the streets. She was not at all prepared for this and the whole bulk of her collided with the lid. Before she could stop herself, she was squeezed very uncomfortably inside, many violins and trumpets screeching out her distress. Fortunately, the briefcase was not built for holding a person-sized entity within it and the clasp snapped, the lid swinging open with enough force to push the suited corpse aside. Simphonia burst out with a clash of brass, rather surprising both Zachs, before she floated around a bit absentmindedly, down to her regular volume and sounding rather flustered and possibly embarrassed.