IC:
Damn, these Aussies would not stop grinning.
There was good reason to smile, of course. Big Day Out, a music festival that had started out in Syndey and now came to around ten different cities in Australia and New Zealand, was basically the equivalent of a yearly Australian Woodstock. Hell, Tool was headlining. If Johnny Bones had ever needed a good excuse to drop acid (though, of course, he
didn't), this would be it.
He contemplated stabbing himself with his hidden combat knife until he turned into a human for the sole purpose of going on an acid trip--as per usual, he had LSD in one of his many pockets--but decided against it. Tool wasn't coming on for an hour: sundown.
In the meantime, he lounged on the sidelines as tens of thousands of sweating, half-naked Australians made the hugest mosh pit he had ever seen. Johnny pushed the brim of his Red Sox cap up a bit higher so he could see. No one would look his way; no one would take notice of a skeleton calmly watching Muse belt out an amazing rendition of "Stockholm Syndrome."
"Damn," he said, aloud this time. "Those Aussies won't stop grinnin'."
As a lifelong (and beyond, yuk yuk) cynic, happiness irritated him. As elated as he was to be at a festival where many of his favorite bands were playing, nagging depression continued to eat away at the euphoria. He had tried some anti-depressants once when he was in human form, trying to dull the pain.
It had started as a headache. Months now after his death and resurrection, only two things made Johnny happy for long periods of time: crime and battle.
As Muse launched into "Citizen Erased," Johnny let out a sigh of contentment, shoved the bitterness out of his mind, and laid back on the grass, letting the screaming guitar and crooned lyrics wash over him.
Then, someone else was screaming.
"
Skeleton!"
"Oh, f***berries," Johnny muttered.
The section of crowd nearest to him was scattering. Elsewhere, people turned their heads to see what was going on. Johnny stood and dusted himself off, his guns painfully evident on his hips.
Onstage, the band played on, deciding that it was part of the show.
OoC: Yeah...I like music. Keep Muse playing during the battle. You know you've always wanted to have a soundtrack while you write-fight. If you want, here's
the first song mentioned above and
the second.