Thread: Back in town (Attn: Anyone)

Droz slips up behind Jasper before becomming visible.

"Hey man, havent seen you around in quite a while."

"Strange," an unfamiliar voice says, seeming from nowhere. A very old doll's head, with colored eye makeup fades into view, then it is sitting on top of an oversized floppy hat, resting on the head of a non-descript man. He has a cloak that is wrapped around him, hiding the true shape of his form.

"Sit by the river, wait by the river, perhaps the stick will come back to you? Perhaps it will flow to the ocean. Who knows? Who knows where the stick will go, but the stick does not know, the river, she knows where she flows, but what adventures the stick will have!"

Lisette looked down the river, listening to the whispered words of voices she could not make out, 'Always a song in the water, always a song in my head, but why does all the rave music, turn to dirge instead?'

She threw a pale stick into the water, 'Left by one, then the other, time to move on already?' she shook her head and looked down at her torn jeans, 'Good hippie, tasted like... I don't remember, but he was higher than the moon,' she smiled reflectively for a moment before pausing to listen to the song in her head.

The music swallowed her in its sadness, the tune coming out in softly operatic tones as she stared at the moon's reflection waving in the water.

The cloaked man follows the sound of Lisettes voice as if enchanted. He smiles as he approaches. When she finishes, he takes the doll's head off his hat, smiles at it, whispers something to it. He then holds the head up to his ear as if listening.

"Oh yes, I agree very much. Her voice is quite seductive. Very beautiful, we can see the truth in her notes."

Lisette looked around at the whispers after finishing, she smiled at the person near her, "Hello, I did not think anyone would be very close to here, but there are always others around and close..." she cocked her head thoughtfully.

The man nods, placing the doll's head back on the top of his head, it seems to stay there of its own accord.

"True. There is always someone near somewhere. Whether we see them or not, that is the question isn't it?"

Lisette smiled, "Never a question, the true question is if one still feels alone even in a sea of people," she hummed a quiet tune, trying to decide if this would be another person that she just got to meet and then was counted out in three bars.

A broad smile spreads across his face and he nods his head so vigorously you would think the dolls head would fall, but it stays its place.

"Oh yes!" he exclaims getting quite excited. "To walk through them all, unknown, alone, untouched by their trials! Such an adventure to be had!" He stops and frowns, looking at Lisette.

"You're not like the others," he tilts his head at her, his eyes narrowing. "No no she's not Mr. Smith, she does walk alone, such a pretty thing, such a pretty voice, all alone, yet surrounded, she speaks of herself doesn't she Mr. Smith?"