I can keep rhythm with no metronome

[ceasetoexist]

[Good evening Mayfield, have a rather annoyed and tired little would-be child tyrant bitching over the phone.]

So, you know, I wasn't holding out much hope this place would be interesting in any way. But if there's one thing I like less then being kidnapped and forced into some crap-sack town, it's being made to go back to school and listen to some preachy, conformist junk.

...I'm bored. Let's play a game. It's a simple one for now: riddles. I'll start.

How do you control something you cannot touch, cannot comprehend, cannot hear, and cannot kill?

[There's a pause for a moment. It seems like he's waiting for answers until..]

Hey. Weird kid that called me the other day. The one who knows who I am. I want to talk with you again.

[Another pause. And when he speaks again, his voice is a hiss; not necessarily angry, but unpleasant as he swallows down his pride.]

Please.

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Ah.

Yeah, see. Just waiting around for something to happen and doing nothing? Not what I do.

[OOC:Dunno, but quite possibly hilarity.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I can't believe I'm telling you to be careful. But, um. Be careful, I guess.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Careful isn't productive. Without risk, you can't really hope to gain much.

But thanks for the sentiment, misplaced as it is.