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towerofanimus2011-09-23 05:56 am
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The Green Island Serenade
Characters: Taiwan ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eveningplum and You.
Setting: The 14th Floor
Format: Either or.
Summary: Taiwan's happy to find something more to do with her time; music times.
Warnings: NA.
After wandering around for what felt like hours, Taiwan finally stumbled upon the 14th floor. A simple floor with simple tastes to some, but at least to her it was a trove of possibilities to end the boredom that plagued the inhabitants here.
Wandering in, and thankful that her collar no longer had a long leash for her to trip over, she made her way towards the musical instruments. Her sleeve brushed along the tabletop of a keyboard and with a smile she took a seat in front of it.
"It's been a long time..." She said to herself, remembering how China would force them sometimes in to rehearsal of musical culture. Often he's made them play for hours on end and only allow them to eat if they completed a piano piece that he found acceptable. Stupid China....
Gliding her fingers along the ivory keys, the small Nation began to hum quietly; a gentle tune that in time grew with confidence.
Softly, she began to sing with the melody that she played. A song of an Island, lush and green, a beautiful home to all who were there. This was indeed a song of her home and memories that she missed.
eveningplum and You.Setting: The 14th Floor
Format: Either or.
Summary: Taiwan's happy to find something more to do with her time; music times.
Warnings: NA.
After wandering around for what felt like hours, Taiwan finally stumbled upon the 14th floor. A simple floor with simple tastes to some, but at least to her it was a trove of possibilities to end the boredom that plagued the inhabitants here.
Wandering in, and thankful that her collar no longer had a long leash for her to trip over, she made her way towards the musical instruments. Her sleeve brushed along the tabletop of a keyboard and with a smile she took a seat in front of it.
"It's been a long time..." She said to herself, remembering how China would force them sometimes in to rehearsal of musical culture. Often he's made them play for hours on end and only allow them to eat if they completed a piano piece that he found acceptable. Stupid China....
Gliding her fingers along the ivory keys, the small Nation began to hum quietly; a gentle tune that in time grew with confidence.
Softly, she began to sing with the melody that she played. A song of an Island, lush and green, a beautiful home to all who were there. This was indeed a song of her home and memories that she missed.
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