Post by Phoenix Cecile on Jul 17, 2006 15:17:18 GMT -5
A voice drifted up from the bottom floor of the Entrance Hall. A young voice, it sounded innocent yet it was a sweet voice. "You sit there in your heart ache, waiting on for some beautiful boy, to save you from your old ways"She sang, the soft twang of her guitar fallowing.
"You play forgiveness, watch it now, here he comes" If anyone had ever heard the song by the muggle band The Killers, they would recognize it in this young girls song. She was singing and playing it quite well. Down the stairs, at the bottom, sitting off to the side in the shadows. You will see a bare leg sticking out from the shadows, black converse shoe untied on the foot. If you were to get closer, you would see the black skirt, the white blouse. The black tie untied, and the collar flipped up. The fire engine red hair, cut short and fluffed and spiked. The sharp eyes that glare from beneth the bangs.
The black guitar craddled in her arms, her long slender fingers strumming it. Her heart shaped lips moving as she sang the main chourus. Suddenly a malice dripped into her voice, and the words changed and twisted. The same tune, but words that drove spikes into you. "You sit there in your heartache, waiting for some beautiful boy to, to save you from your old ways..." Here it comes...
"Slitting wrists, and burning down,houses he thinks he knows, but he's just another face" She giggled and continued to torture the songs lyrics. Twisting and manipulating them to fit her need. You may wonder, how this 14 year old girl could do this. In all her innocence. That is where you are wrong.
You don't know half of it. The rest would make you scream bloody murder. You can't hide, you can't run, from your past Phoenix Cecile.
"When you, were young" The last sentance came in a soft voice, one that haunted the place. Then a giggle, one that would send chills down your spine. One evil, yet so childlike and girlish. Imprinting into your mind.
"You play forgiveness, watch it now, here he comes" If anyone had ever heard the song by the muggle band The Killers, they would recognize it in this young girls song. She was singing and playing it quite well. Down the stairs, at the bottom, sitting off to the side in the shadows. You will see a bare leg sticking out from the shadows, black converse shoe untied on the foot. If you were to get closer, you would see the black skirt, the white blouse. The black tie untied, and the collar flipped up. The fire engine red hair, cut short and fluffed and spiked. The sharp eyes that glare from beneth the bangs.
The black guitar craddled in her arms, her long slender fingers strumming it. Her heart shaped lips moving as she sang the main chourus. Suddenly a malice dripped into her voice, and the words changed and twisted. The same tune, but words that drove spikes into you. "You sit there in your heartache, waiting for some beautiful boy to, to save you from your old ways..." Here it comes...
"Slitting wrists, and burning down,houses he thinks he knows, but he's just another face" She giggled and continued to torture the songs lyrics. Twisting and manipulating them to fit her need. You may wonder, how this 14 year old girl could do this. In all her innocence. That is where you are wrong.
You don't know half of it. The rest would make you scream bloody murder. You can't hide, you can't run, from your past Phoenix Cecile.
"When you, were young" The last sentance came in a soft voice, one that haunted the place. Then a giggle, one that would send chills down your spine. One evil, yet so childlike and girlish. Imprinting into your mind.
