Post by Marceline Abadeer on Oct 11, 2013 4:14:00 GMT
{meaning I'd love for multiple people to show; you'll understand more when you read it, I swears}
"I want love to roll me over slowly
Stick a knife inside me and twist it all around
I want love to, grab my fingers gently
Slam them in the door way, put my face into the ground
I want love to, murder my own mother and
Take her off to somewhere, like hell or up above
And I want love to, change my friends to enemies, change my friends to enemies
Show me how it's all my fault"
The bass cut into the air, cutting through the din of carnival goers. The voice was a bit wavery, packed with emotion and meaning, shoved into each and every word that passed lips. the singer may not have written the words that she sent into the air on a cushion of guitar, but she owned them with each and every syllable. And there really was something about the voice that conveyed emotion.
The location probably helped. The girl had set up at the edge of the faire, sort of. It was more like the axis around which the various events and stuff floated, near-ish to the haunted house. There was an area sort of cut off for it, though there were still a few stands nearby. Marceline, who was obviously the girl, was, however, standing on a bench, moving along as she kept singing the song written by someone else but currently owned by her:
"No I won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
I won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
Yeah I won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
Anymore!"
This last burst was almost violently sonic, Marceline tone taking on an edge, a near shout, one that continued as she stopped playing for the next few words:
"I want love to walk right up and bite me
Grab a hold of me and fight me, leave me dying on the ground
And I want love to, spit... opening, cover up my ears and never let me hear a sound!"
The sudden guitar would have bottomed it out, and it certainly made the singer seem vulnerable for a few seconds, which she took advantage of. Eyes were closed and Marceline kept moving, her fingers blurring. There was a literal tip jar setting nearby, but what was probably more surprising was the handful of coins already littering the bottom. the vampire stopped moving, perched atop a bench, and welcome the crowd to join in. In truth, Marceline was half wondering if there were... others nearby. Though she'd take any attention she could get. That was sort of Marceline's thing.
"I want love to roll me over slowly
Stick a knife inside me and twist it all around
I want love to, grab my fingers gently
Slam them in the door way, put my face into the ground
I want love to, murder my own mother and
Take her off to somewhere, like hell or up above
And I want love to, change my friends to enemies, change my friends to enemies
Show me how it's all my fault"
The bass cut into the air, cutting through the din of carnival goers. The voice was a bit wavery, packed with emotion and meaning, shoved into each and every word that passed lips. the singer may not have written the words that she sent into the air on a cushion of guitar, but she owned them with each and every syllable. And there really was something about the voice that conveyed emotion.
The location probably helped. The girl had set up at the edge of the faire, sort of. It was more like the axis around which the various events and stuff floated, near-ish to the haunted house. There was an area sort of cut off for it, though there were still a few stands nearby. Marceline, who was obviously the girl, was, however, standing on a bench, moving along as she kept singing the song written by someone else but currently owned by her:
"No I won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
I won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
Yeah I won't let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me
Anymore!"
This last burst was almost violently sonic, Marceline tone taking on an edge, a near shout, one that continued as she stopped playing for the next few words:
"I want love to walk right up and bite me
Grab a hold of me and fight me, leave me dying on the ground
And I want love to, spit... opening, cover up my ears and never let me hear a sound!"
The sudden guitar would have bottomed it out, and it certainly made the singer seem vulnerable for a few seconds, which she took advantage of. Eyes were closed and Marceline kept moving, her fingers blurring. There was a literal tip jar setting nearby, but what was probably more surprising was the handful of coins already littering the bottom. the vampire stopped moving, perched atop a bench, and welcome the crowd to join in. In truth, Marceline was half wondering if there were... others nearby. Though she'd take any attention she could get. That was sort of Marceline's thing.
