All The Lonely People [COMPLETE]

[EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS]

b l a c k b i r d singing in the dead of n i g h t

Take these BROKEN wings && learn to fly
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She had messed up. How could she have messed up? Messing up was NOT okay. Messing up was not allowed! She knew that. Her father told her every single day, well, yelled *at* her which is exactly what he did this evening... And then some. In all honesty it hadn't been that big of a mistake. It had been miniscule at best. It hadn't even been during a performance.

They, well SHE, had just been practicing, her father pacing nearby and her mind had wandered. All little girls' minds tended to wander when you stuck them in one place too long. The pattern of the keys had been so familiar and engrained into her that she hadn't even given it a second thought. Her blue eyes had been focused on the window. It had been daytime and there was a bird outside. She watched its wings flap and that's when it had happened. Her finger slipped and she pressed the wrong key. Just one. And just one was enough to send her father into a rage.

She had been yanked right off the piano stool with a loud cry (on her part). Her whole body had tensed as he threw her about the room like a ragdoll. She barely resisted anymore mainly because this had been just as routine as practicing her scales. At first he had hit her, then thrown her right into the wall of the studio room. Mister Johanson had left hours ago, and truthfully Emmy sincerely doubted that he would have done anything anyways. If only she knew that her manager would have at least tried...

The punishment had 'ended' with her being thrown into the locked closet of their hotel room where she was made to stand for quite a long time. In darkness. In quiet. She hated this. She used to cry when she spent her time in the confined area but this closet was new. And though a small space there was always new little things to discover: So at least there was that. A long time had passed because once she was 'let out' it was dark outside. Her father had drank half of the contents of the mini bar and eventually passed out which meant Emma had a good chunk of time to sit there, not sleep, and do absolutely nothing.

That lasted a good hour in absolute silence until she couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed the hotel key, let herself out in her little blue dress, and marched into the elevator, hurried through the lobby, and outside of the hotel. Soon she found herself in the famous Richmond Park. Not that there was much to see. It was late and everything was dark. And, as usual, Emmy was alone.

She certainly felt alone. In the distance she heard the far off sound of a car horn and jumped. Her arms crossing over her chest suddenly very scared she walked along the curb of the walkway. She moved to sit down but some homeless fellow yelled at her causing her to cry out and run. She ran and ran until her little legs grew tired and she couldn't anymore. Her back against a tree she sought out some safety there, though little was provided, and she was still all alone.

Rocking slightly her blue eyes looking about unsurely she began to sing very softly, if only to calm her nerves.

"Hello little girl,
Hello little girl,
Hello little girl.
When I see you every day,
I say, "Mm-mm, hello little girl"
When you're passing on your way,
I say, "Mm-mm, hello little girl"
When I see you passing by,
I cry, "Mm-mm, hello little girl"
When I try to catch your eye,
I cry, "Mm-mm, hello little girl.""

Her voice was soft and it definitely shook. Now Emmy never sang when in the company of people. Her talent was in her playing not her voicing anything but it seemed to help... Though very little. So she continued her eyes looking unsurely about. Slowly her little body sunk down to the grassy ground, bringing her scrawny knees up to her chest.

"I send you flowers
But you don't care.
You never seem to see me
Standing there,
I often wonder what you're thinking of,
I hope it's me
And love, love, love."


She had been strong for as long as she could and soon she felt her eyes go damp. Her face contorting she squished her body as small as it could go and hid her face in her knees.

Into the L I G H T of the dark black N I G H T

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Tag// COMPLETELY OPEN. Words// [/color] ENOUGH. Ooc Name// CUETHELAUGH Notes// HOPEFULLY SOMEONE WILL BITE.Credit// Lucie
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,458,true][atrb= background, i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd490/missbluejayway/beat/TMIDDLE.png] The late night darkness hid the older Beatles as he made his way through the streets. A night of bar hopping with the boys had left him rather weary. But considerably sober, despite the alcohol they had all treated themselves to. The rest of the lads had headed for home upon their last stop, but John wasn’t so ready to get back into the confines of the Flat. He was more content with the cool London air and busy street noise rather than the banter he’d have to put up with if he returned. An hour or so wouldn’t hurt, right? (Hah, wrong. But he didn’t care right about now. Mother could scold later. He was old enough to take care of himself by now) He lifted his face to the sky, admiring the stars above and becoming lost in the sight. It wasn’t often he was out and about long enough to actually take the time to admire things. Not in a long time anyways… It seemed most of their nights were stolen by shows and song writing indoors. Which… was kind of backwards logic if you asked John. Didn’t they need an environment in order to write good songs? But what could he do? Brian made the calls there. John might have gone on walking for hours, perfectly happy just staring up into the stellar regions of space, if it had not been for a sound… a small, whimpering sound. Almost too pitiful to be real… His head snapped back down, just to find he had wandered into Richmond Park, a few blocks from the Flat. But what was that… that… crying? Yes! It had to be. But who was crying so late at night… in the park of all places? Lennon stopped walking to take a look around. No one that he could see, and yet the noise continued. Not till, to his sudden surprise, his hazel eyes caught something that was quite unexpected. A young girl curled up under the cover of one of the park trees. Slowly… gingerly… he approached the tree and knitted his brows together tight. Why was she out here alone? He grumbled in his head. The nerve of parents these days. They probably didn’t even know she was out here! Or had flat out lost her. “What ‘ave we ‘ere? What’s the snifflin’ fer?” he tilted his head down at her as he hovered above the weeping child. Sure; Johnny was bold, and Johnny was tough, and Johnny was a rule breaker… but Johnny also couldn’t turn down a kid. No matter what he told people… he did really love children… Perhaps, maybe, he felt he could relate to them better than he did people his own age and older. They were so open. Untainted by this fucked up society of theirs. “Come on, now. Carn’t be that bad- Uncle Johnny’s ‘ere, what’s the worry?” POST: done ! - TAG: Emmy <33 - NOTES: daw :c

[EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS]

Because it was late and dark out she didn't notice the shadow belonging to the figure in front of her. She hadn't even heard him approach as she had hidden her face in her scrawny legs and had been crying. It wasn't something she was necessarily proud of. Emmy rarely cried. She had long ago learned how to bottle it up. How to hold the pain in. But at the end of the day, or night as it were, she was still a little.. No SMALL girl... And some things just became too much. The presence of this man was enough to startle her out of it as much as her body would allow however.

With a gasp her head was lifted and she saw the man. A stranger at first. She would have recognized him right away if it had been light out. She might have recognized his voice too but she had only ever heard him sing. Whenever the band spoke she chose mostly to listen to Paul and Ringo on the rare chance she could sneak a listen. And by now she knew both Paul and George and had their voice engrained into her memory somehow for safe keeping.

Scared blue eyes looked up at the stranger and for some reason Emmy wasn't as afraid as she should have been. There was something about his voice. His accent. It reminded her of George specifically though there was a different quality to it. Like a blanket it wrapped around her, if Emmy even knew what a security blanket was... She didn't even own a teddy bear. George Harrison was as close as she had ever come and that had just been for under an hour. She hadn't even hugged him! Another missed opportunity. She would probably never even see him again.

But then there was this man. A stranger who had wandered up to her in a park because he had apparently heard her crying. With a sniffle she continued to look up at him, still thinking about what to do or say. Her body refused to move for the moment so any actions were out of the question. She probably should have run away, stranger danger and all of that, but she couldn't make herself do so and besides: It was the sixties after all. Stranger Danger and Safe Sex were two concepts that eluded people and Emmy, very luckily, didn't have to worry about the latter.

"My shoulder hurts." She admitted finally in a very soft voice muffled slightly by a sniffle. Very demurely, as much as she could, she wiped her face with her arm even though it hurt to do so. She didn't feel the need or burning desire to explain just how that injury had occurred. If it was bright enough John might have been able to see a blurred red mark on her pale skin peeking out from under her dark blue dress strap but it wasn't a bruise. And since it was dark and she was upset Emmy hadn't thought to hide it. Though it would surely bruise tomorrow or even the day after. Her father would have it covered of course. Sweaters and other modest clothing. Emmy far preffered those to the fancy dressses she was made to wear for appearances however she didn't quite like the context of the situation that prompted them.

"It hurts and I don't want to go back to the hotel." She added. This man sounded older, older than her anyways. Surely his next suggestion would be to find her parent(s) and that was something Emma did NOT want to do. Another thought then registered in her mind. "Is this your tree?" Oh no! Maybe this tree belonged to this John fellow! He'd be furious to be sure!

Out of fear Emma Silvias burried her face once again in her legs bringing her hands protectively over her head like a hard hat.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEY'RE TRYING HARD TO PUT ME IN MY PLACE The Words: 527 The Outfit: CLICK HERE The Notes: Adore kids, but isnt the best at handling them XD Poor Len The blonde girl gasped when her head turned up to John. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he held his ground and kept on staring down at her through yielding hazel eyes. John had not always been as good at bottling up emotions as he was now. When he were younger, he’d have cried when a family member was lost. Or when a close friend moved away. Or even maybe a deceased pet. But now… after so many years of isolation from the social world… and people in his life leaving… He felt less in his heart. Not the same attachment he would have at one point long ago. But none of it was ever a conscious thing. He didn’t know what harm he did to himself mentally because of this. The empathic man bent down to her, resting in a crouch. Arms leaning on his knees. He could feel her fear… her pain… just as though it was his own. She cried, and he began to ache inside. But in his mind, there was less of an effect. He was curious, and not understanding of why this hurt him at all. It wasn’t his problem, right? But he couldn’t just leave her here. He casted his gaze around, as though to check if anyone was watching, and turned back to Emmy. ”Yer shoulder?”

[/b] slowly, as not to frighten her, his hand came out to slide the strap of her little blue dress from a bright red mark upon her skin. It was a great contract in comparison to the pearly white skin around it. ”Well now lookit that… what happened, then?”[/b] immediately, John’s thoughts went to the normal child bruises. Like the ones he got as a kid. Running around, climbing, roughing around with the boys, scrapes from fences when they climbed the fences into the locked up crick bat field. It never jumped to anything too serious, as he couldn’t pull himself to venture that far. It simply just didn’t occur to him.
But her voice was frantic when she spoke up again. The hotel? Obviously, if he had not caught the accent as it was, this girl was not from London. Or… England for that matter. A hotel was logical. He sniffed once and brought his hand back to himself. What was she afraid of? If she was lost, she would have wanted to go back. But that was the last thing on the girl’s mind. ”No? and why is that? Y’can’t sleep ‘ere now, can you?”[/b] he lifted his face to the branches that arched above their heads. His tree? What a laugh! he grinned suddenly, suppressing a laugh. ”Sure is, miss. I use t’be part squirrel. Whole family live there.”[/b] he wiggled his nose playfully and chattered his teeth like one of the rodents in question. At least something to get her to laugh. He could try at least…

She dove into her own secure huddle, and he pulled his head back in confusion. She was… afraid that this was his tree? How strange… but Lennon did always prefer the crazies over the norms. ”Hey, I can share. I went t’primary school, kiddo.”[/b]

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[EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS]

Both John and Emmys' eyes were immensely telling. Even in the dark they could make out what each other was thinking whether it was worry, anger, or just confusing. Was this the case usually with the man in front of her? Emmy simply had no idea. Then again she couldn't even tell who it was just yet. Perhaps they were both just acting this way because their defenses were down. They were both alone in a park, Lennon possibly slightly inebriated (not that Emma knew that), and this man certainly wasn't going to be afraid of a little girl. Emmy should have been frightened of him! Yet, she wasn't. She was too tired to be scared. Not to mention that there was something familiar about him though she couldn't put her finger on it.

Emma Silvias' heart could have been a big one, not to say that it currently wasn't, she just wasn't able to freely express it... Or anything for that matter. Her father treated her like an inatimate object made for simply playing music like some sort of robot. It didn't matter if she liked it or not, or if she even necessarily wanted to. He didn't care at all how she felt so Emmy naturally had adapted that outlook as well. Unlike the countless others on the street, just outside her hotel, or in the audience of one of her shows she wasn't allowed to feel much of anything. She wasn't sure that she could anymore even if she tried. If only she knew.

The concerned man crouched down in front of her and Emma tried to scoot backwards only to find that her back burried even more into the cool bark of the tree behind her. There was no where to go now. The tree had her stuck and the man in front of her would have provided a wall preventing her from running off. Despite feeling backed into a 'corner' she found herself answering him freely and without resentment. After all, he had done nothing wrong to warrant such behavior, had he?

"Uh huh." She sniffled, wiping at her nose again. In the dark she hadn't even noticed his large handing lifting to touch the strap of her dress. "Nah uh." Though he hadn't necessarily touched her own person she gasped and her back went rigid against the tree as she shut her eyes tight. Her little body gave a shiver and she felt herself suck in her bottom lip causing her chin to wrinkle and quiver. A sure warning sign to the man in front of her but of what?

"I... I... I was bad." She found herself admitting almost inaudibly. Usually she would have come up with an excuse with all of the practice that she had throughout the years but it was late and the fact that this man had checked up on her teamed up with him very gently inspecting what had happened spooked her into not thinking. Swallowing her little pale hand dared to lift itself as she pointed toward his neck. "I like your tie." She barely managed to squeak out before retracting her little hand back to her person.

Part squirrel? Emmy's eyes widened at that particular announcement. "No. You're a boy. You can't be part squirrel. See?" She dared to argue unlike a lot of other children who would have went along with the little game. Apparently George Harrison had an easier time wooing her to this little playtime thing, then again when he had done it they were safe in a room with light. At John's squirrel impression Emmy gave the weakest of smiles, though an honest one. She did find some joy in it even if he was only trying to humor her.

"Squirrels have big buck teeth though... In the front..." Both of her hands moved up at once toward his face as though to demonstrate but she thought better of it at the last moment. Instead she brought them to her own face and with their aid curled up her upper lip allowing her small teeth to portrude as much as she could. She wasn't nearly as skilled at the action as John was. "And they can climb trees." She added for good measure before wrapping her arms around her legs.

"You're a funny man." Emma concluded lowering her head shyly with a little smile. She was running into a lot of peculiar sorts lately. First George Harrison and now this man... Whoever he was. Emma briefly entertained herself with the thought of the two of them meeting. They would have gotten along those two. They both seemed to have a similar like for games.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] THEY'RE TRYING HARD TO PUT ME IN MY PLACE The Words: 583 The Outfit: CLICK HERE && LOL THE TIE The Notes: Idk how much longer you want this one ;] but we could always end it and have the Group thread be that next morning? The little girl was so frightened of him, it seems, that she backed herself up against the tree and appeared to be doing all she could to make herself as small as possible. Which, to a certain extent, who could really blame her? He’d been so timid as a child. It wasn’t until he started living with Uncle George that he was able to overcome all those fears. Managed to stuff them away for Aunt Mimi, and have fun with Uncle… it was all he could do. She was… bad? Sure, kids could be naughty things, running off with things they weren’t suppose to have. Nicking pies from window sills. Dirtying their blouses. But this little girl didn’t look bad… John was a bad kid. There was a big difference there. ”You? Bad? Hah! Nd’ what’s yer definition of ‘bad’, huh? What could you a’ve possibly done t’deserve somethin’ as terrible s’that?”

[/b] but what he spoke, was only a mask to the anger that swelled inside. Something to conceal the thoughts that someone had done that to her. John couldn’t always be there for his son, touring and all, but he never hit Julian. Heavens no! That was beyond the point of anything he had ever felt towards his family. Sure, Cynthia could irritate him… but he loved her. Violence was the last thing he had ever resorted to. He could hardly even fathom the capability of striking one’s own child. The poor thing…

But- nah fuck. He was going soft again. The Beatle sighed, looking her over one last time before he couldn’t help but smile at her compliment. He looked down at the kaleidoscope tie and pulled it loose from his shirt, slowly sliding it woder from around his neck and lifting it off. He looked it over once or twice, then slowly brought it over her head, chuckling. ”Would y’do the honor of holdin’ it fer me?”[/b] he nodded towards her, and seemed to jump at a sudden thought, ”Well aren’t I thick! Thick as a board! I haven’t introduced meself yet, ‘ave I?”[/b] but he didn’t wait for a reply, talking mostly to himself than Emmy, ”Mister Lennon- John Lennon at yer service!”[/b] he took a long bow as best he could crouching, and looked up at her with a wide, Lennon grin.

Her demonstration of a squirrel was rather amusing. He did his best to imitate her, pretending to fail in the process. ”Y’sure yer not part squirrel? Yer better than I am at it,”[/b] he smiled, trying once more to act like a squirrel, but again, making sure to be as bad as possible at it. ”Tell ya’ what; I’ll let y’keep the tie, if you take this ‘ere ticket…”[/b] he removed a slip of paper from his pocket and offered it to her sharply, as though he held something of great interest. ”and go back to the Hotel tonight, but first thing in the mornin’, go where this paper tells ya’. Got it? Good.” [/b] But he couldn’t stay. He was just a bit more inebriated than he had really expected (conclusion brought by the growing headache) What he figured, if she could make it this far into the park at night then why shouldn’t she be capable of making it to their flat? He didn’t want her spending much time in that hotel if he could help it… but tonight just wouldn’t do. ”Well yer quite the funny sort yerself.”[/b] he poked his tongue out at her and smiled.



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[EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS]

"Yes." Emmy nodded emphatically. She truly, one hundred percent believed it. Even though being hit should have never been an option and she didn't deserve it she blamed herself. Why else would a father hit his daughter? Because she was the worst daughter there was that's why! What other reason could there be? "I messed up on the piano. I played the wrong note." She admitted, very embarassed as she looked down at her lap. Surely this stranger would ridicule her. She wouldn't judge him for it though. He had been very kind so far and, as aforementioned, she deserved it.

At the man's strange offer involving his tie Emma looked up with a blink. Did he mean it? He was going to give his tie to her even if just for a short while? Did this constitute as a gift? "Me? I can?" Emma had never received a gift, not that she could recall, let alone one she was allowed to keep so this was all new to her and caused her eyes to widen. "You'll let me? You won't take it back?" She phrased carefully. She didn't want to take this man's possession if he wanted to keep it or would later miss it and take it back. Though now the question was how would she react when it was in her hands? She just wasn't sure.

"John? Lennon? Like the Beatles?!" Emmy shot right up onto her two feet. Had he met her days earlier she would have been excited, scared, maybe even thrilled but after a split second her hands found their way to her hips and her eyes narrowed at the lead singer. "You're the third one this week!" Of course John wouldn't get it. He wouldn't know about Paul and George unless the two discussed it. If they hadn't John would just assume she was a very strange, comical little girl... And she was!

At his proposition Emma looked thoughtful for a few moments before giving him a nod. "Alright. But you can't take it back!" She was quick to add for safety measures. But after a moment of recollection she added hesitantly: "Unless you really miss it." Yes, Emmy had a surprisingly big heart though she had no idea how to show it at times. She supposed if she had any physical things with built up attachment it'd be very difficult to get rid of and she'd miss them something fierce. This was just an assumption of course. It was all she had.

And, because she was a socially awkward girl who took people's comments rather seriously, she took the piece of paper and hurried off back toward the hotel. After all John Lennon had told her to.. Of course he probably hadn't meant right this second without saying goodbye... But he couldn't very well argue by now, could he?

[EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS]

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