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[gracia-zaberisk.livejournal.com]

*oh hey it's...a talking head. Of a young, 14 year old girl. It sits near the sign singing...*

Solomon Grundy, born on Monday

Christened on Tuesday,

Married on Wednesday,

Took ill on Thursday,

Worse on Friday,

Died on Saturday,

Buried on Sunday,

And this is the end of Solomon Grundy...


((you guys get audio with this one thanks to Yui Horie. :v Solomon Grundy))

Comments

He doesn't care! Onward! 8Db

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

You are really...only...a head...

Amazing! What happened? Who made you that? Why are you here? Who is Solomon Grundy and why are you singing about that? Ooooh!

[gracia-zaberisk.livejournal.com]

It's not amazing. The villagers and the High Inquisition put me on trial for being a witch and cut my head off and burned my body. I'm still living because of a curse.

I don't know why I'm here.

Solomon Grundy is a nursery rhyme about a man who only lives for week. I'm singing it so my brother can find me easier.

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh. How tragic. Do you wish for death, then?

...what does your brother look like?

[gracia-zaberisk.livejournal.com]

To be honest sometimes I do, I've already tried swallowing some mercury but it didn't work. But at the same time it's scary, because I know that only hell awaits me, and I don't want to leave my brother yet. He's promised to restore my body...sometimes I think he'll sell his soul just to do it...((already done, Gracia dear))

He's very tall with short black hair and black eyes. He's a lot older than me. And obviously he has a body...