Garage//voice//action

[synanthrope]

[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.]

Comments

[synanthrope]

Never. Why would I let that happen? It can't kill me. It certainly can't damage me.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

You were a teenager once. Not many of us make it through that unscathed. You have a family.

[synanthrope]

I did. People didn't take the time to try and hurt me.

Or maybe they did and I didn't notice.

And as for my family: you met my sister.

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I haven't met all of them. But I'll take your word for it.

[synanthrope]

Maybe you will.

[Pause]

By the time they all came into my life, I was already grown.


[ooc: LJ is being stupid slow for me, and I'm at work so logging in and out is annoying me, so I'mma focus on this thread for a while and then move to the other, yes?]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Even your brother?

[It's the one time he's seen her show a moment of emotional weakness.]

[synanthrope]

I was fifteen when I met my brother.