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TIMELINE NOTE : No real timeline reference to this one. could be anytime.
FIC NOTE: Music fic


Hand In My Pocket



by DecemberGirl 1998-12-30, © DecemberGirl all rights reserved

The hall seemed endless. Just like most of the seldom used transport hallways of the underground base of Mons Arsis.
Nightstalk Sky-Walker kicked a small stone as he strode down the concrete alley. The small pebble bouched off the wall and rolled down the shadows. The black-furred young Martian male smiled tohimself where he walked, hands in pockets, looking comfortable enough.
As he rounded a corner, he ended up in the 'great hall', as the four resident Sky-Walkers of the base called it. It was a large storage hall of large iron and concrete pipes to use to mend damages etc on the base systems with. It had a factory feeling with the enormous ceiling height and somewhat chilly atmosphere. Nightstalk smiled as he started climbing the large shelves and boxes.
Well up on top, he leaned down and put the rather large stereo that stood up there, along with some pillows and blankets - clearly indicating it was a common place for the four street punks to relax, on 'play'.

As the music started in a comfortable beat to echo down the bare walls, night looked around the huge room. The rights lit the room up enough to let it me fun to be in, but was weak enough to leave intriguing shadows in corners and behind shelves. A street-punk's ultimate playground. Nightstalk grinned and jumped casually over to the next top shelf, and balanced along an ironpipe, humming along with the lyrics as he went.

I'm broke but I'm happy
He grinned and danced with a twirl on the pipe, high up above the floor.

I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah

I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed

I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everthing's gonna be fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five!

With a grin, Night gave a howling 'yes-eh!' to the tune, and swung himself down a level, and rolled over some planks with ease.
The music echoed over the walls and spread out through the whole hall.

I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby!

What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright!
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other is flicking a cigarette

Nightstalk chuckled as he sang the last word meanwhile he stood at the end of a shelf, lighting a cig. "Lig time ago I had one of these" he smirked to himself and took a breath of the legal drug.

What is all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign

I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby!

What it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano

What it all comes down to my friends,
Is that everything's just fine fine fine!

I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...

With a smile on his face, Nightstalk's feet touched ground once more, from having had a walk high above it. Blowing out some smoke, and on slim and wake legs, he walked smiling out of the 'great hall', and towards the more populated areas of the base.


Lyrics was: "Hand in my pocket" - by Alanis Morisette