The roof, Sunday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Based on experience, Nadia knew she could still play the guitar, albeit carefully, when she was wearing the shoulder brace.

And since she'd been up half the night riding an emotional roller coaster between joy of having her hand be firmly attached as it was supposed to be, worry and angst over Walter still not being back and whether or not he'd still want to be her boyfriend when he got back, pain, and a very bizarre friskiness, she felt the need for something that reflected those feelings.

So she was sitting in a corner of the roof, wearing the giant, blue, faux-fur muff down over her eyes, and playing They Might Be Giants.

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

When you are alone, you are the cat, you are the phone, you are an animal.
Words I'm singing now mean nothing more than "meow" to an animal.
Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account,
Don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound.

D. World Destruction.
O.ver and overture,
N. Do I Need
Apostrophe T. Need this Torture?

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

No one in the world ever gets what they want, and that is beautiful.
Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful.
They want what they're not and I wish they would stop
Singing Deputy Dawg dog a ding dang depadepa
Deputy Dawg dog a ding dang depadepa,

D. World Destruction.
O.ver and overture,
N. Do I Need
Apostrophe T. Need this Torture?

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

I don't want to live in this world anymore, oh,
I don't want to live in this world,

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

She could think of nothing better to go with her mood than depressing lyrics to a bouncy tune, played while wearing a ridiculous hat.

[ooc: open]

Comments

[nadiathesaint]

"He's an angel. Teaches Fairy Tales. I have that, tomorrow. Known him since last year, he's never cut my hand off b'fore."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"It was an accident?" Chad offered, with a shrug, forgetting that Nadia had, in fact, told him it was an accident.

[nadiathesaint]

"He was trying to save me from the demonic tongues."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"...Demonic tongues?"

[nadiathesaint]

"They were gross. Like big, pink, slimey snakes."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Sounds gross," Chad frowned with his nod.

"Any other weird shit this weekend?" he asked, taking a deep inhale to better prepare himself for any answer Nadia might give.

[nadiathesaint]

"Nope. Just that Bel's back now."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"..Bel?" Chad was feeling like maybe he needed to get out a bit more...

[nadiathesaint]

"Turns out he wasn't really dead."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Oh...that's good, right?"

But thinking about people being dead made Chad wince, frowning deeply.

[nadiathesaint]

"Yeah. But I think most people are wondering why he gets to come back and other people don't."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

At which point thinking about that particular concept just got way too muddled in Chad's altered state with his experiences with death and the afterlife and such. He frowned. "That...does seem odd. Where would he get a gigai around here?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Um, what?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"A gigai. A body, to put a soul in." Chad somehow tried to demonstrate this with his hands; the gesture turned out mildly dirty. "Like Nova. Only he's a mod soul, not a regular one."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was kind of stuck on the moderately dirty hand gesture.

"Huh. I don't know, we just kind of . . . brought him back."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded a little, feeling disappointed about not finding out a source for gigai somewhere nearby. Not that he thought he would need one, but it would make him feel alittle bit more at...well, not home, but, yeah, close enough....

"Huh."

[nadiathesaint]

"Yyyyyyyyyyep. Death is weird." Oh, here comes the philosophy of pot. Hold on to your butts.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Totally weird..." Chad agreed, feeling very deep indeed.

[nadiathesaint]

"It's like . . . it's like . . . death."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"I...wish people didn't have to die..."

For more reasons than that it sucked to lose people you loved. Because, if people didn't die, places like the Soul Society wouldn't have to exist, and then he would have never...would have never had to...go there to save Rukia...and....get closer..to Ichigo and Orihime and...

"...well, maybe it's not that bad. Sometimes."

[nadiathesaint]

"When bad guys die, it's okay."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded. "You can, like, grow...or something when people who aren't bad die. So that can suck, but that can't be okay, too."

He added, after a moment, with a slight grin, "I mean, grow spiritually, mentally. I don't need any more growing phsyically."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded slowly. "You grow when you kill people, too. But it's hard."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad had been in a lot of battles, but he realized something at that moment. "I...'ve never killed anyone before."

[nadiathesaint]

"You should keep it that way. Killing isn't any fun."