Saya Daphne Wallace (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
synanthrope) wrote2011-06-08 04:30 pm
synanthrope) wrote2011-06-08 04:30 pm
Garage//voice//action
[There's the sound of metal on metal, and then an odd clicking, like heels on cement. The singing is low and soft, like she doesn't want to be heard]
The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out,
Up came the sun and dried up all the rain,
And the itsy-bitsy spider went up the spout again.
[There's a pause, and a breath.]
The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out...
[Her voice is technically very nice, but there's an odd flatness about it.]
The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out,
Up came the sun and dried up all the rain,
And the itsy-bitsy spider went up the spout again.
[There's a pause, and a breath.]
The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out...
[Her voice is technically very nice, but there's an odd flatness about it.]
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My father was a diplomat.
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I don't know where my mother is.
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She died giving birth.
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[It's a personal question. Really he has nothing to worry about in Saya...he believes.]
I was trying to remember exactly.
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