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Richie Gecko
It's a Dark Night
hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
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Date: 2011-10-09 02:56 am (UTC)He glances around the room, stepping further inside as if he half expects something to be lurking in the corners, but shrugs when he doesn't see anything.]
Yeah, it looks alright. Fuck if I know why the door locked though...And how the hell was there noise if there wasn't anything in here?
[He turns back towards her to get her opinion, and that's when he sees it. A movement in the corner of his eye, something that barely registers and doesn't even have a shape, but he turns to look and suddenly it does, twisted and warped and melting, like a funhouse mirror or the after effects of the Ark of the Covenant. He stumbles back, startled, reaches for a gun that isn't there, and heads for the door, pulling out the cross she'd given him from a jacket pocket. He holds it out towards the thing, trying to ward it off, but almost as soon as it appeared it's gone again, as if it was never there in the first place.]
What the fuck? You saw that, right? Tell me you fucking saw that!
[She might have, but then again she just as easily might not have; he almost recognized the thing, but not quite, it's on the tip of his tongue. Regardless, the answer he's looking for here, as evidenced by the rise in both pitch and volume of his voice as well as velocity of words, is "yes".]