SINGING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT ★ OPEN

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    Music always found a way to cure him of his pain and worry. Every time he danced and sang he felt... free. Happy. If only for a little while, but that didn't matter. At least for those few moments Kurt was settled with who he was. The music brought out the part of him he loved the most. His voice. Not that he hated himself, of course. Sure, he had his insecurities, but he wasn't awfully unhealthy mentally.


    So he'd found himself a boombox. It was sort of scratched up, but he was okay with that. Because it worked. And Kurt pressed the on button and the first song that came on was none other than Blackbird by the Beatles. And he was quite surprised. Looked like he was lucky for once.


    The peaceful guitar began to play in all its acoustic glory and quickly he was sitting beside the boombox and singing, swaying gently as he went.


    "Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
    Take these broken wings and learn to fly,
    All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise."


    His voice was lovely and high-pitched; he was quite the tenor. He needed no intricate riffs to sound spectacular. Kurt remembered what this song meant to him and the Warblers- he'd sung it at Dalton for Pavarotti, their canary.


    "Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
    Take these sunken eyes and learn to see,
    All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.


    Blackbird, fly!
    Blackbird, fly!
    Into the light of the dark black night...!"


    The lyrics repeated a second time, though not much different than before. And afterward Kurt sat there, calm and appearing to be very comfortable, leaning against the boombox with his head laid down upon it. He was... relaxed. He felt okay, at least for a few minutes. This was just what he'd needed. Music.


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    [justify][sub][color=white][b]"I'm guessing you like singing, then." Estella said, wry words accompanied by wry smile. She padded over. It was a shame, her wounds were almost all healed. [/fancypost][align=center]
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    [justify]Quite sad that the song was over, Keun bumbled over with a smile. His own singing was not nearly as sweet, though singing in the bathtub was one of the Korean animal's favorite pasttimes.


    "Hello, Tenor-foot." He greeted Kurt happily - maybe this performer would be a staying member.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:13px; text-align: justify; width: 420px; height: auto; margin-top: -6px; color: #C4DDDA;][font=georgia]Ale couldn't sing worth the gods, even if given a chance at the talent. His roleplayer was a total show-choir freak and a knack for singing Alto but that was besides the point. Genteel sapphires lulled idly to the left where the leader laid against a tree tiredly. Blackbird? He'd heared that song, his father used to whistle it when Ale was a child. Ouch the lovely memories of his dead father Lovino, never ceased to hurt. Even with hundreds of moons between now and when the poor bastard died... It continued to leave a dull ache in the blue felines chest. Gradually Alejandro pulled himself from his resting spot and to set off towards the lulled song. By the time of arrival Kurt was relaxing on the soundbox while others prodded in. Hm. This was definately an interesting new character. Quietly the Tsar sat off to the side awaiting a moment to approach but for now enjoying the final chords of the song.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 700px]Tim had heard the song a few times, and each time he heard it, he loved it more. He wasn't sure what it was about the song, but it resonated within him. It sounded so nice that he wished he could sing, but he couldn't. Instead, he just enjoyed the voices of others.


    The Maine coon sat down, watching Kurt in curiosity. The guy had a really nice voice. While the apprentice had been unsure of him upon first meeting the other, he had good taste in music. That made him alright in Tim's eyes. "Encore?" he asked, arching a nonexistent brow.



    [spoiler=tags]OVERALL
    > timothy "tim" wright > npc x npc > boneclan > apprentice > ten moons > black maine coon w/ brown eyes > #timwright


    POWERS
    > shapeshifting (maine coon [regular form] & raven)
    > conjuring ability


    INTERACTIONS
    > difficult physically > extreme mentally > attack in bold black > no kill > no maim > ask for capture


    LINKS
    > [url=http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2328636.0#new]plot thread

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