Coming Undone ||Open||

[Synnøve Nevalainen]

The outline of a pale sun could be seen thorugh the dark grey stormclouds that crowded the sky. Though it had not started yet, the salt hinted air smelled also of rain.

Just like last time....

On the roof, a girl was sitting. Her skin was pale, her hair black, and her red eyes were narrowed aginst the wind and weak sun. An almost classic image of the vampire. The tulle of her pink and black skirt ruffled slightly in the breeze, much like her hair which had fanned out around her shoulders. The top she wore was a back corset, and her feet were clad in black combat-platform boots which laced up to the knee. And as always a black lace and red ruby choker hung around her neck. Laying about half a foot to her right was a black and purple messenger bag, containing her pills and barley used schoolbooks.

Synn was humming quiety to herself-- this was one of her better days so far-- she didn't feel horrible and miserable, but she wasn't bouncing off the walls hyper either...Yet. That would probably change by tomorrow.

Kautta eramaajarven
matkaa kulkuri yksinainen

Her humming rose into song, Synn actually had a fairly pretty soprano voice, and in any event she thought she was alone on the roof.

Nakee lammella joutsenparven
vapauttaan itkevan

The song was of corse in Finnish, her native langeudge. Syn hadn't been back 'home' in ages it seems, If you could even call it that. There was nothing for her there.

Kaipuu menneisyyden
kiirii ilmassa huutoina kotkien
Ikijarvelta turvatuulta
kay matka vuorten taa

(Oh yeahz, I ish back xDD. Teh Synn hath returned!!!)

[Sea]

Another girl walked up behind her, comically moving her feet to the music, two hands on her hips, another two swaying index fingers with the beat. She was wearing layers of tribal prints, covered by a loose hanging coat that was fitted with two sleeves on each side, to accomodate her four arms. Her skin was dark like chocolate, and short dreadlocks bounced with each emphasized step. A bag hung at her side, and the dark face wore a pleasant smile. The girl hummed along with it, in a wonderfully deep tone, classic of those of the black community. She spun around at th edge, and plopped down beside the girl.
"That's a pretty good tune, there, mate," she said. Her voice was enchanted with a thick South African accent mixed with that of most African-Americans. "Let me see if I can get it." She reached into the bag, and pulled out a shiny brass instrument, a saxophone. She ran her tongue over her lips, and brought it to her mouth. All four hands were placed on the instrument. Her fingers began to run deftly over the keys, and she perfectly imitated the tune, save a few embellishments of Jazz she added. She removed the instrument from her mouth.
"How was that?" she asked, in her jaunty, pleasant accent. "The name's Anantzi." She extended her hand.

[Synnøve Nevalainen]

Suprised by the girls sudden appearance, Synn nearly fell off the roof.
Ah, I thought I was alone.
Turning around, she smiled at the other girl
Never seen her around here before. Must be another new student....
At least she seemed friendly. Last time she was up here, she ran into uber-depressed Cowl, who since then hated her guts, and his crazed, gay-elf lover dude, who attacked her. Scary stuff.
"Thanks, That was pretty good... Never heard it on a saxophone before-- nice touch."
Synn turned, stood up, and shook the girl's hand... Of which she had four, it seemed. Well, not to strange for Twilight Moon. She'd seen much wierder... Things didn't amaze her as much anymore.
"Names Synnøve, but call me Synn."
I've come to realize half the population out of the Sweeded/Finland/Norway area can't pronounce it anyway.....

[Sea]

"Nice to meet you, Synn," replied Anantzi. She looked down at her saxophone. "You mean this old thing? I call 'im Louis." She used the hem of her coat to shine the brassy metal quickly. "Had him since I was little. Got him at a pawn shop." She smiled, looking over the spotless metal with satisfaction. "Fell in love with jazz ever since. You got a pretty great voice there yourself. I was in chorus when I was little you know. At that big church down the street. I'd stand up there, in the white dress, with all the others.. and watch the ladies walk in, in their hats. My momma had hats like that. Crazy. Used to play dress-up with them." Anantzi smiled, turning to look at Synn. "Hey, now, I just went off on a tangent. Ya gotta stop me when I do that." She paused. "I remember my favorite song was Amazing Grace. I love singin' that song. You know it?"

[Synnøve Nevalainen]

"Nice to meet you too Anantzi."
She nodded again, and looked at the sax
"You name'd 'im? Sweet"
Synn grinned a little
"I'm more of a metal head myself, but I can't say I know all that much jazz-- it's not all to popular in Norway... Can't say that I know that song though either-- My... family was never really religious, so we didn't go to church. But the chorus part sounds like fun the dress up too."
She smiled again. Synn lived the first seven or so years of her life in an orphange, and them with a family of crazies-- no church for her. She was a vampire anyway-- according to legend, they counldn't enter churches or something like that.. She really didn't know.

[Sea]

"Want me to teach it to you? It's a great song." She lifted up Louis a little. "I'll play it to ya first, and then I'll sing it." She raised the reed to her mouth, and began to play. The song was rich and deep, not unlike chocolate cake, in some ways. When she finished, she stopped to get her breath. "Here's the words." Another breath, before her deep song voice filled. It was notably deeper than her normal speaking voice.
"Amazing(ing-ing) Grace,
How sweet, the sound,
Tha(hat) saved, a(huh-huh) wretch,
Li(hike) me
I o(unce) wa-as lost,
But now, I am found
Was blind,
Bu(hu-ut) now,
I see."
Anantzi stopped. "That's the first bit. I tend to forget what comes next. Want to try singing it?"