Oblivious (WR)

[Djoser Aneksi]

Dj was normally an incredibly quiet neighbor. He never really did anything too loud, never had company, and never really did much at all.

But today was a little different. His pent up emotions were getting annoying and wanted to let it all out. So, after waiting until all most people would be out and about, and he was confident the people above and below him were out for the day.

He would turn up his music. Loud enough so his immediate neighbors would be able to hear but because they were out he wouldn't get a noise complaint.

He had one neighbor he still hadn't interacted with, but they were loud as fuck so he wasn't too concerned about them.

As the music was playing he would get some cleaning done, anything to help him de-stress. So he would go along with that and let the music ease his tension.

[WR Harthe]

WR spent most of their days off in their apartment. When they didn't crave social interaction and didn't have anything particularly important to uphold, they normally took on a new project in the crammed corner in their living room they had packed all of their artistic stuff into. That corner was placed next to a thin wall that separated them from one of their neighbors. The neighbor in question was particularly noisy, but it didn't really bother them, considering they were equally so, if not more.

And so, if neither of them cared to file a noise complaint, then they would let bygones be bygones.

Today, their new project was a musical one. They were working on a new EP to sharpen their forgotten skills, one that would be accompanied by a new collection of art, and right now, they were working on the art part.

So, they sat at their desk, surrounded by soundboards and recording equipment. On the desks were concept sketches, mountains of paper, and plenty of writing utensils.

Today was going to be a productive day.

...and then, as they picked up their pencil, music started to play from the other side of the wall. They didn't mind it too much, as they welcomed the background noise to keep them tuned into their sketches, but when they started to actually make the music...

That was another story.

[Djoser Aneksi]

Dj would continue trying to de-stress. Now dancing around in between chores. He wasn't feeling better, but at least he was distracted from the negativity, and that worked for him.

[WR Harthe]

After a few minutes, they had finally conjured a sketch that was somewhat decent in their eyes, enough so that it inspired them to begin working on one of the tracks.

And so, they set one of the various soundboards on their desk and began messing around on the keyboard, recording and looping various raw sounds that would travel through the walls around them.

[Djoser Aneksi]

Then, noises came through. At first he thought his music was glitches, but he soon found out that the neighbor he didn't know was the source of the sounds. He would do his best to ignore it, mildly irritated but still able to find his escape.

[WR Harthe]

The loop would temporarily stop as they turned to their sketch again, humming as they filled in some of the more miniscule details. They had a beat down, but now they needed to to dress it up some, but with what... they had already decided they weren't going to add in guitar for the first track...

And then it hit them.

They quiickly turned back to the keyboard and pushed in one of the knobs on the soundboard, provoking the beat to start playing again, louder this time, as they mixed in other random sounds.

[Djoser Aneksi]

Suddenly... Dj heard rivaling music through the wall.

Great, someone was being an asshole. Normally Dj would just put in his ear buxs and shrug it off. Too bad Dj wasn't in the mood for it today. This hadn't happened before and he wasn't sure if it was intended as an attack.

Dj would change the song. Something intentionally off beat and in a contradictory key.

[WR Harthe]

WR nodded their head to the beat, satisfied with the few adjustments they had made. Then they cringed. What the FUCK was happening next door? They raised a brow and turned slightly in their chair to briefly stare at the wall.

They shook their head.

Back to the desk. They picked the pencil back up and started on their sketch again, allowing the beat they were working on to continue looping while they contemplated how to flesh it out.

[Djoser Aneksi]

Dj would nod, it seemed as though the situation wouldn't get any worse. He would continue along with his day, finding his peace again as he continued about his day.

[WR Harthe]

WR suddenly dropped the pencil again as another idea hit them.

"Fuck yeah,"

They said to nobody, clapping their hands together before tapping on the soundboard again. Random sounds started to play in the loop, though they slowly became more on key and consistent. They turned it up slightly to test the left / right attenuation.

[Djoser Aneksi]

A frown would play across Dj's face and his glare would hit the wall with the venom of a pit viper. He was not amused. He would once again switch the song, to something even more unbearably contrasting. Then sit down and try to mentally deal with the horrible clash of sounds.

[WR Harthe]

WR nodded their head along as they continued playing with their sounds, then their hands slammed on the keyboard as the song next door changed again.

Really? What kind of inconsiderate asshole skipped songs in the middle?

They growled quietly and turned back to the desk, staring at their sketch.

[Djoser Aneksi]

The music backed down again. Dj would massage his temple and try to calm down. He knew he could back down. He knew this could be handled so much easier, but damn it could he really not even have time with his music??? Was he really going to be denied even that?

[WR Harthe]

WR stared at the sketch for a few minutes, idly rubbing their chin while they contemplated. The design was good... but it was missing something. And so was the beat.

They huffed, sliding their chair back slightly, and turned to a different soundboard. They recorded another simple beat and allowed that one to loop, tapping the pencil on the edge of the keyboard.

[Djoser Aneksi]

Dj would turn off his music entirely. A
Once again staring at the wall like he was going to burn a hole in it. He would stand up and start to focus.

In WR's room, an auditory illusion of the Thomas the Train theme would play suddenly and very loud, like a fog horn was blaring it out.

He was no longer trying for peace, he was just going to make them miserable for a few moments and finally fuck off.

After about 30 seconds, he would break the song and lay down on his couch, his hair raising and his body glowing he was so mad.

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