Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 20:03:06 GMT -5
The day was coming to an end, The sun was setting over Arkham. The low sun glowed a deep orange and casted Arkham into a rather radiant scene, Avocado was sitting on a rusted old chair in the grand hall of the old building. He had his violin with him, He had been wanting to play something for the inmates, but unlike his guitar, Avocado was more attached to it and when he played it was vibrant.
He was in his normal clothes, his Orderly uniform was packed away in his backpack and sitting at his feet. He had checked the reverberation of the large open room before hand and believed it would be the best place for him to play this evening. Some of the Arkham Staff had turned up to watch him play, He didn't mind much..he had grown use to them lingering around. Closing his eyes, Cado picked up his violin and took the rod and strummed a few strings. Paused to listen to the echo, he was pleased and then began to play.
His fingers danced over the fine ,slender strings of the violin as he began to play Toccata & Fugue In D Minor..a rather vibrant piece familiar to many. He seemed to become someone else, Someone alive. His body moved as he played, his hair waving around like black smoke as he played onward. The music began to dance through Arkham, reaching the ears of anyone who was within the dark tomb of an asylum.
He was in his normal clothes, his Orderly uniform was packed away in his backpack and sitting at his feet. He had checked the reverberation of the large open room before hand and believed it would be the best place for him to play this evening. Some of the Arkham Staff had turned up to watch him play, He didn't mind much..he had grown use to them lingering around. Closing his eyes, Cado picked up his violin and took the rod and strummed a few strings. Paused to listen to the echo, he was pleased and then began to play.
His fingers danced over the fine ,slender strings of the violin as he began to play Toccata & Fugue In D Minor..a rather vibrant piece familiar to many. He seemed to become someone else, Someone alive. His body moved as he played, his hair waving around like black smoke as he played onward. The music began to dance through Arkham, reaching the ears of anyone who was within the dark tomb of an asylum.