Hi there! Welcome to my story...this needs a slight explanation. The title is a line from The Trial on The Wall of Pink Floyd, and the album itself is the basis for this Rp. The last four songs are featured, which is where a lot of the major dialouge comes from. I'm not Italicising any of the lyrics cause I figure it's kinda obvious which are lyrics and which are words. Anyway, welcome to my first chapter!
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John Chrichton moaned as he woke up. He remembered being on Moya, his bed had been warm and he'd fallen asleep almost instantly, a nice change from the last few weeks of fitfully tossing and turning on his bed while thinking of…her. He narrowed his eyes, pushing thoughts of the black haired Sabacian from his mind as he looked around. This was not his room, this was not Moya. He was surrounded by four walls, each a blinding white, with a single dimly lit light high above him, acting as something of a sun that was filtered through a bunch of black cloth. He heard echoing sounds from the wall in front of him, but he turned away from it, it sounded like pounding, but he could've been crazy.
"Sittin' in a bunker…here inside my wall…waiting for the worms, to come." He mused to himself, and then stopped. Where had that come from? He hadn't thought of that song, no, that album in a very long time. Pink Floyd The Wall, he had memorized every lyric when he was younger, he'd loved the off the wall words and guitar rifts. His thoughts once again drifted to the banging, and then for some reason, to Her once more. "In perfect isolation…here inside my wall…" he gasped once more, trying to figure out why he was suddenly reciting lyrics he hadn't even thought of in more than three years. Then it hit him; this place, it was inside his head. And that could only mean one thing…"HARVEY!"
Before his eyes appeared a tall black leather clad Half-Scarran. The alien was wearing his normal clothes, but over them was thrown what looked like a rather British looking tweed suit. The alien grinned at him as John approached him, glaring at him with steely blue eyes "What did you do Harvey." The human was in no mood to be joked with, but the Clone of his enemy turned shipmate chuckled light heartedly and moved away from the wrathful human.
"Oh John, I found the most amusing part of your brain the a few nights ago, I've been sifting through it all and I happened to find myself particularly attached to this set of…songs." John's eyes widened, realizing just as to where the lyrics were coming from. He'd often wondered if was insane, and this just proved it. His mental clone had found The Wall, memorized in his brain, and was now using it to torment him in his sleep.
"I'll just wake up Harv…you can't keep me here." John snapped.
"On the contrary John, your subconscious has been crying out for something like this. Just enjoy it…I think you'll find the players amusing." With that Harvey was gone once again.
John blinked, sitting down on the floor, resting his back against the wall that people weren't pounding on in shock. He tried to sift his brain through those lyrics, but found he couldn't grasp them, no matter how hard he tried. He growled, Harvey must be blocking them, not wanting to ruin the surprise. John remembered vaguely that the walls came down eventually…maybe he only had to sit there and wait.
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