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[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*ohshi- is this who we think it is? on his guitar? noooooo way. Ever since seeing his Luke agan, he's had a sudden inspiration to play something, and with it being Halloween and all, why not a little Metallica? ((oh yes, Spinny~))*

Make us fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless gray
On they fight, for they're right, yes, but who's to say?
For a hill, men would kill. Why? They do not know
Stiffened wounds test their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die
It's the last time you will.
Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery
Hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now they see what will be, blinded eyes do see

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

Comments

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*what's this? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhVaaj5T0rk) Sounds like someone decided to tune her keyboard to sound like a cello*

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*glances at her, before continuing to wail on the guitar*

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*continues playing, eyes closed*

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

... Hey, Ana.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*hands slow and stop* Hey.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

How're you?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*opens her mouth, then shuts it, lips quivering*

[fononfailure]

*this redhead heard the singing and had to stop by~*

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*lolyup, just playing~*

[fononfailure]

*then he's going to wait for Asch to finish before hugging him~*

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*gkyfkhgfgh* .....? Hi?

[fononfailure]

Hey. You must be doing better, huh?

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*nods* Significantly.

[akaishodou.livejournal.com]

[ Daddy feels like watching from a distance. ]

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*lol still playing*

[akaishodou.livejournal.com]

[ Lalala Daddy doesn't want to disturb, so he'll be sitting on the window frame, waiting for him to finish. ]

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*aaaaaaaaaaaaand finishes* .... Hi, dad.

[akaishodou.livejournal.com]

[ Yah, slouched against the frame, smiling. ] Hello Asch. You're quite talented.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*///* I-I'm not that great....

[crimsonsymfonic.livejournal.com]

*Luke sneaks up behind the other, a bag dangling from one of his hands; he stays quiet, taking a seat behind him and just smiling as he continues to play*

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*stilllll playing~*

[crimsonsymfonic.livejournal.com]

*Sitting directly behind him, leaning his back against Asch's own, he waits for the other to finish*

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*aaaaaaaaand he does, and looks behind him* ...Luke!

[crimsonsymfonic.livejournal.com]

Hello Sunshine~♥. *Luke's smiles is bright as he lifts up th bag he's brought* Guess what I've brought?

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Candy! *takes the bag and looks in* It's funny, Dad came by to give me some, too.