You spin my head right round, right round
when you go down, when you go down down
when you go down, when you go down down
Everyone sits and waits, the music plays, some our tapping their feet, others are just waiting, more water, fire, what, what would be next. The low playing music is barely noticed, Cipher said he need them bandaged and ready to go for the next days events. He also said they were more injured than he planned for, was todays torture that he had scheduled to much for the group to handle and now he didn't know what to do? Was Cipher stumped? Several sat around enjoying the reprieve of the destruction of their body and spirit waiting and even joking that their tormentor was beat by his own game for a day, and day 9 would be a cake walk.
"This is Right Round by Flo Rida isn't it." Ross snaps his finger figuring out the tune, it has since switched from the muzak version to the standard version they were used to hearing on the radio. "You said you knew the song, right Jim? That's what this is?"
"Yeah, I love this song, play it all the time, one of those guilty pleasures. So this really isn't torture for me." He sits down and adjusts the bandages on his arm.
Second hour - volume = level 6
Hey
Walk out my house with my swagger
Hop in that with dough, I got places to go!
People to see, time is precious
I looked at my cotty, are ya outta control
"The music got louder didn't it?" Ross looks around to his group that he's been sitting with.
"Yes, the song just keeps repeating, but its definitely louder than it was before... there its starting up again. I wonder how long it is." Jim responds
"Two hundred and seven seconds roughly, so about 3 minutes and 27 seconds, roughly." Dalton answers Jim.
"Wow, cool, nice math. How many times is that an hour?" Jim looks at Dalton
"You get about 17 plays in an hour, we heard it 17 times last hour. This is the torture." Daniel looks at everyone gets up and cracks his neck.
"This? Damn. Today is going to be a walk in the park." Jim slaps Ross on the back and looks to cheer him up, but Ross isn't quick to smile.
Third hour - volume = level 9
Just like my mind where I’m going
No women, no shawties, no nothin but clothes
No stoppin now, my Pirellis on role
I like my jewelry, that’s always on whoa
"What the hell is a Pirellis? Isn't that a candy?" Ross asks
"Pirellis are a tire, their expensive." Anne laughs at him. "You're thinking of nonpareils, the chocolates with the little candies on top. Totally different, and also very gross."
"I thought maybe they were the opposite, like those are 'NON' parelis and he wanted his parellis." the two start laughing and a few of the others giggle along with them.
"I DON'T SEE HOW THE TWO OF YOU CAN BE LAUGHING ABOUT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW." Daniel snaps at them. "We've listened to this song almost fifty times, and the volume has increased almost triple it seems, do you get what that means. In another three hours we'll have heard it one hundred times, and the volume will be even louder, and in say another 12 hours we'll have heard it over two hundred times and the level of volume will be ten times what it started at, then... then... lets jump ahead when we want to be asleep, we'll be hitting ohhhhh about three hundred and fifty times!"
"About three hundred and fifty seven." Dalton chimes in, and the volume will be twenty times louder than when we started this morning, that is if he keeps increasing it at the same increments. This isn't good. He's driving us mad."
"Dude. Chill." Anne puts her hand out as if to tell Daniel and Dalton to take it easy.
"Chill? ..." its as if he is fighting off tears, and the music stops, only for it to start the tick tock noise again just seconds later. "No, I don't think I'll chill."
Tenth hour - volume = 30 (very loud)
I know the storm is comin
my pockets keep tellin me it’s gonna shower
Call up my homies it's all
Then pop in the next 'cause this mix'll be ours
When you go down, when you go down down
(girl)
You spin my head right round, right round
The volume is incredibly high, if they choose to speak to one another its by shouting. Most lay on the floor just covering their ears, some humming to try and block out what they can of the song playing over and over and over again.
"Okay, that's it!" Liz stands up and starts dancing to the song. "From the top of the pole I watch her go down. She got me throwin my money around. Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found
It’s goin down down. From the top of the pole I watch her go down. She got me throwin my money around. Ain’t nothin more beautiful to be found. It’s goin down down" she dances around the group, clearly she knows what she's doing, she can move. She picks Anne up off the floor and they dance and help others up as well; their madness has turned into a party of sorts, all thats missing is a hatter.
Ross joins them and dances around more fuidly than anyone had expected, everyone laughs and the mood has suddenly changed. Ten hours of listening to the same song over and over again blaring at them has turned from torture to a moment of laughing and smiles. Ross tries to get Daniel up off the floor but he refuses and tries to lie on the floor his hands over his eyes trying to ignore all that is going on around him.
While the group dances the monitor comes on and Cipher appears, their festivities have actually made them oblivious to his presence until he actually joins in on the singing. "I'm spending my money, I'm outta control..." the group stops and looks over and sees him dancing in his chair and singing to the song. The dancing stops and they all stare in awe watching what they have known as the devil, dance and sing. "Well, I'm not that bad. Fine, maybe you'd like a different song. I have the perfect one, ready? " he takes a deep breath and then begins.
"Happy Birthday to you.... Happy Birthday to you.. "
"come on, everyone join in" the P90s come to the balcony fully armed and laser sites on, again to everyone's bewilderment more singing, this time the P90s join in.
"Happy Birrthday dear....." they pause. "Jimmmmmmy.... Happy Birthday to yoouuuu."
"Happy birthday Jim. Did you like my present, I saw it on your status that you coldn't get this song out of your head, but you like it so much you didn't care. It appears everyone else likes it too." if they could see Cipher's face he'd have a giant grin.
"You son of a bitch, you knew." Renee moves through the crowd towards Jim. Jim however doesnt see as his eyes are shut and his chin tucked to his chest.
"I'm sorry. I thought he might have been doing it because its my birthday, but I wasn't sure." he shakes where he stands waiting for the group to turn on him.
"Wow. This is classic Private Pile scenario here." Ross steps up, "You want us to all turn on Jim here, and do your dirty work. I'll pass." Ross sits down next to Daniel who has yet to remove his hand from his eyes.
"Very well, maybe that was my intention, oh well, gift spoiled. Maybe you'll prefe what he P90s got for you." the laser sites come on and the P90s take aim at Jim. "Of course if any of you want to take a bullett for Jimmy here by all means go ahead." he waits, the group actually steps back from Jim getting out of th red laser sites. "No one? Okay. Well then..."
"Wait." Daniel stands up. "I was just starting to like that song." he stares at the monitor.
"Shoot him." and not two seconds after the words are said one of the P90s fires a shot and drops daniel with a rubber bullett, sending him screaming to the ground. "Now look at that Jim, Daniel stole your present, he must jus want all the attention. Goodnight all."
The P90s leave the room, the song resumes. Daniels lies on the ground whincing in pain, the rest of the room is silent except for Jim who's shouting at the monitor.
"WAIT! DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE! STOP!" but the music is so loud now he's going hoarse just trying to be heard a little. The bass is pounding, cutting into them even more, making them sick with each beat.
Somebody help me
She’s takin my bank roll.
But I’m king of the club
And I’m wearin the crown
Poppin these bottles
Touching these models
Watchin they a**es go down down
down down, down down...
End of Day 9
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