sirenspull | ♫ Tenth Song ♫ [Video]

_{[When the feed kicks on, those watching will be greeted with the beautiful sight of the sunrise at the seaside, the sun making the water sparkle and glitter on the horizon. There are the light sounds of seagulls in the background before a hand makes to grab the NV and move it to a different rock. This time when the hand pulls back Syrena is in full view, sitting upright on a rock, the end of her golden, scaly tail shining in the rising sunlight. She's just as topless as ever, but her long, dark hair seems to be pulled over her chest, hiding anything unsightly in plain view. She seems somewhat forlorn as she sits, long fingers twisting in her hair.]}

In this sea, I am alone. It is a quiet thing, to be alone. It is even a boring thing at certain times. But mostly, it is quiet, at least when one forgets the sounds of boats and metal ships.

I have been here for many moons now, trapped in this suffocating sea. I never thought how much I would crave the songs of my sisters or the company of another of my own kind. There is a gentle porpoise who visits me often, but it is not the same. They cannot sing and one can only listen to their own voice in isolation for so long.

_{[She stops toying with her hair then, setting her hands down on either side of the rock. She would never admit it using the word lonely, but she is. Terribly so, in her own little way.]}

I want music. The piano - I heard it twice. A boy played it for me and so did Elliot. I have not heard such music since but it was beautiful. Elliot no longer visits for he left long ago. Others who used to visit me have stopped as well. Either they have died or disappeared - I do not know.

Things are quiet once more. There are no more hotdogs or Twinkies or pies. Pickles will not answer. I wanted him to send me more Dethklok songs. Even he too, is silent. Has he left as well? Or perhaps he has had too much drink and cannot get up, just like Jack Sparrow said about drink and men. The pirate has left too, I believe, for he has not bothered me in quite some time about ships. If he is gone, I will think little of it.

_{[There's a little sigh.]}

All I want is a song. A note. A melody. Something to fill the quiet. At least with music, one cannot be alone - even if they are the only one of their kind.

A request then: Will someone sing for me? Will someone play a song?

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[ The pointy-toothed mermaid doll is lonely? What a crime. ]

I've been reliably informed [ thanks Howl ] that I go outta my tessitura and I should never under any circumstances ever sing to any dame. [ A beat. He's still not sure what tessitura means. ] But I could play you something!

_{[She seems to brighten at this, becoming obviously interested.]} You would play me a song?

You bet! [ He studies the scenery behind her for a second. That stretch of beach looks familiar. ] You mind if I pay you a visit?

You may visit. I do not mind.

_{[After all, her whole point is that she's lonely, even if she'll be pressed to admit it straight out.]}

Okay. Well, don't you go anywhere.

[ it's funny because she doesn't have legs. he thinks.

It's not too long before he gets to the beach and starts trailing along the shoreline, scanning the rocks for a mermaid shape. He's carrying what looks like a small suitcase. ]

_{[Syrena spots him before he spots her and after a moment of hesitation swims up closer, clutching the peak of a small rock in front of her.]}

Hello.

Hey. [ Claire gets close enough to the shorelines for the waves to brush his shoes, sets down the case and rummages in his coat pocket. When he pulls his hand out there's a couple of Twinkies in the palm. ] You want one? You mentioned in your video...

_{[Seeing no real danger in it, she swims closer until the waves are brushing over her back, hands in the sand beneath the water.]}

Ah, yes. I do.

[ He crouches, holding them both out to her with his arm stretched as far as possible. ] The plastic oughta keep them dry, if you want to save one for later.

_{[She pauses but only for a second before reaching out with a hand to take them both.]}

Do you not want one?

Got plenty at home, thanks - they're pretty good, huh? I was glad to find out they still make 'em here. [ While he's rambling he opens up the gramophone. ] You seen one of these before?

_{[Syrena shakes her head, her interest suddenly piqued at the sight of the device. Whatever it was, it looked awfully interesting.]}

I have not. I have never seen such a thing.

No kidding? It's called a gramophone. They were the big thing back when I came from, but yeah, they're kinda hard to come by now. You set it up like so, and you put this doohickey with the needle on here - [ He sets it up, crouching to one side so Syrena can see how it's done, and starts flicking through the handful of records he slipped into the case earlier. He holds out a couple for her to inspect, just in case Jelly Roll Morton means anything to her. ] It's mostly jazz - is that the kinda thing you go for?

_{[They're amazing things, the records, perfectly round and with little grooves etched into them. Syrena can't stop staring at them as she peers over the dock, eyes wide as she watches him flip through the assortment of the things. What a clever device. Who ever had invented such a thing surely must have had a wild imagination. The question however, caused her to blink.]}

I do not know what jazz is.

Get out of town. [ Shocked and then completely delighted. Of course, he hadn't found out when she was from - or what kind of culture mermaids even had. He makes a mental note to ask her sometime - for now he's too excited about showing the music off to her. ] Then you are in for something else.

[ He ends up choosing an upbeat number to match his mood, winding the player and sitting back, cross-legged to listen. ]

_{[When the music starts, it’s an almost immediate reaction – Syrena’s eyes go wide as she listens to the upbeat tempo and melody, fixating on every accented note and change in pitch. It’s like nothing she’s ever heard before and it shows, her head slowly beginning to bob in time with the beat.]}

I have never heard anything like it before.

_{[Clearly however, she enjoys it.]}

[ Beaming ear to ear at her reaction. Seeing her light up and start to take to the rhythm he can't help tapping a foot against the dock as well. ]

I'm glad you're takin' to it! This was the big thing in the world I came from. So it kinda sounds like a little piece of home to me - reminds me of the dancehalls and the speakos I used to hang out at. I can't believe it would ever die out...

It died out? What do you mean?

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