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misterblackbird) wrote2011-10-22 05:53 pm
misterblackbird) wrote2011-10-22 05:53 pm
Entry 531; Day 1037
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I suppose everyone's had enough of the City's smoke, mirrors, and piano wire to satisfy them for a little while. And, really, that's what it all was, even if it was the City or the 'deities' behind it all, and pulling on those wires. Perhaps they were a bit more invisible than the usual sorts of wires and perhaps the smoke was a bit thicker than one might have expected, but, like all the curses, it was nothing more than a trick.
I've been to any number of houses or places that were ostensibly 'haunted' by one creature or another--demons, ghosts, even vampires. In every instance, these 'creatures' were all too human. Honestly, Riff can vouch for it: I've even been known to wander in a cemetery or two in the dark of night. I daresay it's almost my element. I suppose that's why there's very little in my world that truly unnerves me and why even curses like yesterday's seem more like a conjurour's tricks than something of which to be really afraid.
I've seen these sorts of things before. And, yes, they can be startling at times--I won't deny that--but once one has seen these things done a few times, the wires start to appear. Even in the case of curses, once one knows it is a curse, that's rather the same as seeing the spare dove hidden in a magician's sleeve or the mirrors used to deceive a willing but gullible audience. I'll take yesterday's curse as a kind of entertainment for us all. And I did find it a very good show. So bravo for that, City.
I actually did manage to join in a duet on a piano that seemed to be playing by itself. We made quite a good pair, this 'haunted' piano and I. I thought we sounded quiet good. Perhaps I should imagine that my partner was the ghost of a despairing young lady, since that was the sound of it. It would make a for a good story.
Really, there's something somehow beautiful and melancholy about those sorts of abandoned houses, though. They're in such rags, but they seem to suggest such former grandeur. Some of the ones I passed by yesterday seemed so much like the houses of acquaintances I knew in London, but as though they'd long abandoned these same houses and left them to the weather and to time. Perhaps it's morbid of me, but I do almost like seeing them, somehow. It's rather like being reminded of one's own death, in a way. It can push one forward.
Besides that, I've almost missed seeing fog like that since I've been here. It's not all that often that one sees it here. It felt rather more like home than it has in ages to me.
Perhaps I'm speaking too soon, but this October hasn't seemed nearly so horrific as some in the past. Perhaps we will escape this one more or less unscathed.
~C.
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[ooc: Cain has had quite enough haunted mansions to satisfy him for a very long time. For that matter, he kind of lives in one, what with being in the opera house and all. And he's debunked enough things to feel rather sure of himself. Not that he doesn't like a good ghost story and all...it's just that it's only a story.]
I suppose everyone's had enough of the City's smoke, mirrors, and piano wire to satisfy them for a little while. And, really, that's what it all was, even if it was the City or the 'deities' behind it all, and pulling on those wires. Perhaps they were a bit more invisible than the usual sorts of wires and perhaps the smoke was a bit thicker than one might have expected, but, like all the curses, it was nothing more than a trick.
I've been to any number of houses or places that were ostensibly 'haunted' by one creature or another--demons, ghosts, even vampires. In every instance, these 'creatures' were all too human. Honestly, Riff can vouch for it: I've even been known to wander in a cemetery or two in the dark of night. I daresay it's almost my element. I suppose that's why there's very little in my world that truly unnerves me and why even curses like yesterday's seem more like a conjurour's tricks than something of which to be really afraid.
I've seen these sorts of things before. And, yes, they can be startling at times--I won't deny that--but once one has seen these things done a few times, the wires start to appear. Even in the case of curses, once one knows it is a curse, that's rather the same as seeing the spare dove hidden in a magician's sleeve or the mirrors used to deceive a willing but gullible audience. I'll take yesterday's curse as a kind of entertainment for us all. And I did find it a very good show. So bravo for that, City.
I actually did manage to join in a duet on a piano that seemed to be playing by itself. We made quite a good pair, this 'haunted' piano and I. I thought we sounded quiet good. Perhaps I should imagine that my partner was the ghost of a despairing young lady, since that was the sound of it. It would make a for a good story.
Really, there's something somehow beautiful and melancholy about those sorts of abandoned houses, though. They're in such rags, but they seem to suggest such former grandeur. Some of the ones I passed by yesterday seemed so much like the houses of acquaintances I knew in London, but as though they'd long abandoned these same houses and left them to the weather and to time. Perhaps it's morbid of me, but I do almost like seeing them, somehow. It's rather like being reminded of one's own death, in a way. It can push one forward.
Besides that, I've almost missed seeing fog like that since I've been here. It's not all that often that one sees it here. It felt rather more like home than it has in ages to me.
Perhaps I'm speaking too soon, but this October hasn't seemed nearly so horrific as some in the past. Perhaps we will escape this one more or less unscathed.
~C.
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[ooc: Cain has had quite enough haunted mansions to satisfy him for a very long time. For that matter, he kind of lives in one, what with being in the opera house and all. And he's debunked enough things to feel rather sure of himself. Not that he doesn't like a good ghost story and all...it's just that it's only a story.]
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