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Nobody - MC arc of Colo Laso (12.20.20/02:47)
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He hadn't realized fully just how quiet the solitude would be this time or how loud every noise could be, although he had long since guessed it without knowing he had. Being alone amplified everything. That must have been what Tesla meant when he said that was where ideas happened. In retrospect he wasn't completely sure just how much he liked that idea given his current situation. Today one of the people who had moved into the new apartment complex they had built just adjacent had obviously received a new stereo for Christmas.
*tak*tik*tac*
Having been the sort of kid that had grown up with four 15-inch subwoofers in the back of his convertible, the bass didn't bother him at all. He actually thought that it sounded like a pretty nice system but the demands were higher these days and garbage audio was easy for most people to hear now.
The stereo in his 1978 Cadillac Eldorado still sounded pretty nice to him with the new bluetooth emitter he'd forgotten he purchased before his last 'outing'. Of course he didn't know what any of the current songs on the radio since he hadn't watched or listened to to broadcast anything in 20 years. He couldn't identify so instead he just played a phone game and enjoyed the beat as he ducked in and out of vents on his phone.
He still needed to replace the multiple TVs he had lost on the gig since he had actually gotten one of his Nintendo switches back. Not the one with his 4yr old millionaire Skrim charachter but at this point he would take what he could get. It was so rare to recover anything whenever everything went bad and it had gone worse than he could have ever imagined it could have with no one having died.
Being completely locked away from every person and all of society tended to show you the error of your ways, show them in others and give you plenty of time to reflect with absolutely nothing intruding on you. Solitary confinement was a strange mistress. It had been his choice in the inception, the point even but the government had seen fit to not give him a choice, which was pretty much par for the course. Now he was sat back on his perch in the midst of his murder who stayed at his door but save for 'O' or 'Zero' the new orange tabby he was completely alone. He glanced over at Eigen's picture for the millionth time today.
"God I miss you." He said through eyes permenantly, *Don't mistake ignorance for malice because in this line if work, if you do, you'll spend every minute of your day at war.* pre-moistened with tears. So much had changed in what he now considered to be a short amount of time. He would be needing to put the eye drops in before too long if he ever planned on sleeping, and he never did. The headaches, while worse, where nothing...
He hadn't realized fully just how quiet the solitude would be this time or how loud every noise could be, although he had long since guessed it without knowing he had. Being alone amplified everything. That must have been what Tesla meant when he said that was where ideas happened. In retrospect he wasn't completely sure just how much he liked that idea given his current situation. Today one of the people who had moved into the new apartment complex they had built just adjacent had obviously received a new stereo for Christmas.
*tak*tik*tac*
Having been the sort of kid that had grown up with four 15-inch subwoofers in the back of his convertible, the bass didn't bother him at all. He actually thought that it sounded like a pretty nice system but the demands were higher these days and garbage audio was easy for most people to hear now.
The stereo in his 1978 Cadillac Eldorado still sounded pretty nice to him with the new bluetooth emitter he'd forgotten he purchased before his last 'outing'. Of course he didn't know what any of the current songs on the radio since he hadn't watched or listened to to broadcast anything in 20 years. He couldn't identify so instead he just played a phone game and enjoyed the beat as he ducked in and out of vents on his phone.
He still needed to replace the multiple TVs he had lost on the gig since he had actually gotten one of his Nintendo switches back. Not the one with his 4yr old millionaire Skrim charachter but at this point he would take what he could get. It was so rare to recover anything whenever everything went bad and it had gone worse than he could have ever imagined it could have with no one having died.
Being completely locked away from every person and all of society tended to show you the error of your ways, show them in others and give you plenty of time to reflect with absolutely nothing intruding on you. Solitary confinement was a strange mistress. It had been his choice in the inception, the point even but the government had seen fit to not give him a choice, which was pretty much par for the course. Now he was sat back on his perch in the midst of his murder who stayed at his door but save for 'O' or 'Zero' the new orange tabby he was completely alone. He glanced over at Eigen's picture for the millionth time today.
"God I miss you." He said through eyes permenantly, *Don't mistake ignorance for malice because in this line if work, if you do, you'll spend every minute of your day at war.* pre-moistened with tears. So much had changed in what he now considered to be a short amount of time. He would be needing to put the eye drops in before too long if he ever planned on sleeping, and he never did. The headaches, while worse, where nothing...
