Post by rhyme on Jun 18, 2011 3:34:53 GMT -5
((Airplanes B.O.B. I don’t own. All rights reserved Warning: Mild language in lyrics))
Artemis frowned as the moon rose behind him as he stared at the gaping hole in the Xavier’s school outer walls. The damage from Creed’s attack was devastating with a large hole being blown in from a depressurization and multiple burns in the walls and floors from Freya and other minor damage. The entire wing of the school had no running water and the kids had to be moved for the day.
Artemis would have fixed it last night but he didn’t have the strength and his throat was shot anyway. His throat still hurt but at least now his voice wasn’t so raw you could barely tell it was him without the use of his mutation to make it sound like him. Also it being night would make the song he was thinking of work better.
He resettled the leather coat around his shoulders as a gust of wind came rolling up the driveway chilling him slightly. It felt as if someone was coming but he tossed that notion out of his head and focused on the school.
He raised his hands in a dramatic fashion as the music began. As soon as the piano could be heard the other sounds of natured became hushed as a field of control moved from his hand in a spherical shape that encompassed him down to the ground and out toward the walls needed to be fixed as well as all the rubble. That day the kids who were free collected some of the further scrap and moved it as well as some extra materials just in case. Putting everything back would mean it would last, otherwise he would have to make it and keep it there for however long it was needed which was likely forever.
The material didn’t start to move together until the male vocals began. Artemis waved his hands like a conductor as the bricks, wood and plaster began to go back as if time was reversed. The meaning was entirely the same but Artemis was good at manipulation and if looked at less of a metaphorical sense the lyrics fit. As a side effect the stars above shone all the brighter when viewed within the zone.
As the song continued the glass went back together the seams between the shards filling in like magic. The same occurred with the plaster and the pipes sealing themselves as if they were never broken. And in truth, they never were, within the zone Artemis had ultimate control over reality being able to turn it back on the local scale
With only chorus’ left he couldn’t do much more with the actual construction which was fine since that was all done. With what was left he removed all the water damage from the carpet and undamaged drywall and cleaned up the dust that got into the bedrooms.
After the song end and the zone disappeared like a popping bubble Artemis fell to the ground in a heap as he breathed out for what seemed like to him the first time since the song began. His energy was utterly drained since even with a song, reversal of preset reality was hard. For some reason reality really liked the way it was, tweaking it to be different was easy since it normally liked new things, but making it how it was, now that was hard.
Taking a deep breath he sighed as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. Rhyme never smoked and Artemis didn’t heavily but right now, he felt like he really needed one. To hell if anyone says students can see, I need a good drag. he thought to himself as he exhaled the smoke and leaned back on the hillside.
Artemis frowned as the moon rose behind him as he stared at the gaping hole in the Xavier’s school outer walls. The damage from Creed’s attack was devastating with a large hole being blown in from a depressurization and multiple burns in the walls and floors from Freya and other minor damage. The entire wing of the school had no running water and the kids had to be moved for the day.
Artemis would have fixed it last night but he didn’t have the strength and his throat was shot anyway. His throat still hurt but at least now his voice wasn’t so raw you could barely tell it was him without the use of his mutation to make it sound like him. Also it being night would make the song he was thinking of work better.
He resettled the leather coat around his shoulders as a gust of wind came rolling up the driveway chilling him slightly. It felt as if someone was coming but he tossed that notion out of his head and focused on the school.
He raised his hands in a dramatic fashion as the music began. As soon as the piano could be heard the other sounds of natured became hushed as a field of control moved from his hand in a spherical shape that encompassed him down to the ground and out toward the walls needed to be fixed as well as all the rubble. That day the kids who were free collected some of the further scrap and moved it as well as some extra materials just in case. Putting everything back would mean it would last, otherwise he would have to make it and keep it there for however long it was needed which was likely forever.
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Ya, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
'Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin'
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion
And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you starin' at that phone in your lap
And you hopin' but them people never call you back
But that's just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel in the sand
What would you wish for if you had one chance?
So airplane, airplane, sorry I'm late
I'm on my way so don't close that gate
If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight
And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Ya, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
'Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin'
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion
And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you starin' at that phone in your lap
And you hopin' but them people never call you back
But that's just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel in the sand
What would you wish for if you had one chance?
So airplane, airplane, sorry I'm late
I'm on my way so don't close that gate
If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight
And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night
The material didn’t start to move together until the male vocals began. Artemis waved his hands like a conductor as the bricks, wood and plaster began to go back as if time was reversed. The meaning was entirely the same but Artemis was good at manipulation and if looked at less of a metaphorical sense the lyrics fit. As a side effect the stars above shone all the brighter when viewed within the zone.
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Ya, ya, somebody take me back to the days
Befo' this was a job, befo' I got paid
Befo' it ever mattered what I had in my bank
Ya, back when I was tryin' to get a tip at Subway
And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it
But nowadays we rappin' to stay relevant
I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes outta' airplanes
Then maybe oh maybe I'll go back to the days
Befo' the politics that we call the rap game
And back when ain't nobody listen to my mixtape
And back befo' I tried to cover up my slang
But this is fo' the hater, what's up Bobby Ray?
So can I get a wish
To end the politics
And get back to the music
That started this shit?
So here I stand and then again I say
I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta' airplanes
[/center]In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Ya, ya, somebody take me back to the days
Befo' this was a job, befo' I got paid
Befo' it ever mattered what I had in my bank
Ya, back when I was tryin' to get a tip at Subway
And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it
But nowadays we rappin' to stay relevant
I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes outta' airplanes
Then maybe oh maybe I'll go back to the days
Befo' the politics that we call the rap game
And back when ain't nobody listen to my mixtape
And back befo' I tried to cover up my slang
But this is fo' the hater, what's up Bobby Ray?
So can I get a wish
To end the politics
And get back to the music
That started this shit?
So here I stand and then again I say
I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta' airplanes
As the song continued the glass went back together the seams between the shards filling in like magic. The same occurred with the plaster and the pipes sealing themselves as if they were never broken. And in truth, they never were, within the zone Artemis had ultimate control over reality being able to turn it back on the local scale
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
I could really use a wish right now
(I could really use a wish right now)
I-I-I could really use a wish right now
(I could really use a wish right now)
Like, like, like shootin' stars
(Like shootin' stars)
I-I-I-I could really use a wish right now
(I could really use a wish right now)
A wish, a wish right now
(A wish right now)
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
I could really use a wish right now
(I could really use a wish right now)
I-I-I could really use a wish right now
(I could really use a wish right now)
Like, like, like shootin' stars
(Like shootin' stars)
I-I-I-I could really use a wish right now
(I could really use a wish right now)
A wish, a wish right now
(A wish right now)
With only chorus’ left he couldn’t do much more with the actual construction which was fine since that was all done. With what was left he removed all the water damage from the carpet and undamaged drywall and cleaned up the dust that got into the bedrooms.
After the song end and the zone disappeared like a popping bubble Artemis fell to the ground in a heap as he breathed out for what seemed like to him the first time since the song began. His energy was utterly drained since even with a song, reversal of preset reality was hard. For some reason reality really liked the way it was, tweaking it to be different was easy since it normally liked new things, but making it how it was, now that was hard.
Taking a deep breath he sighed as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. Rhyme never smoked and Artemis didn’t heavily but right now, he felt like he really needed one. To hell if anyone says students can see, I need a good drag. he thought to himself as he exhaled the smoke and leaned back on the hillside.