Vaneda felt the stirrings of a voice calling to her. Through the journey here, she felt the need to follow something. To be led to something. She drifted, and kept drifting till she came to a pedestal. At first it didn't interest her at all, but she read it. She read it and thought of her warm goddess.
And the thought turned to come true, granting her to see her goddess. Warmth, she yearned for it.
At first she just watched, curious to what her goddess did. She could tell what the deity played with, but couldn't understand why it was important.
But her thoughts veered when she was handed a key. Holding her hand out for it, she smiled at the goddess before moving away. Something whispered at her feelings. Excitement? Another blessing from her goddess? Hesitation...could it be a trick? Not her. Anyone but her.
She went to the chest, slipping the key in and popping it open. Nothing.
"Oh. A small error. It's okay, I can fix this." Vaneda looks up with surprise, her goddess making a mistake? Weird! Before she knew it, she had been tasked, pushed away to gather supplies.
"Okay Pretty." Vaneda said before walking away.
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Character name: Vandea Character appearance: Look to the left Link to Heart Log[HERE] Current HP 30/30 Current weapon equipped N/A
Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 8:34 pm
She went to the lab like her goddess told her.
Or she tried to, but three doors stood in front of her. Each one emitted a different aura...a different vibe to her. She laughed, thinking herself paranoid. Of course they were different. They were doors. And doors led to so many things. The pumpkin door seemed fine, even relatively normal. But the symbol on it offset her. Somewhere it touched a memory of nonacceptance.
The second door was worse, and gave her a far worse feeling then the first. But she couldn't say why.
But the third door...It called to her in the most menacing whisper. It was a seduction she wasn't unfamiliar with. It was a calling her thoughts and form remembered. Even with the aura it emitted, something inside her accepted it. Something inside her wanted it.
She walked towards it, opening it and stepping in.
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The door slammed behind her, her head turning over to look at it. She reached to push it...pull it. Nothing. With only one option now that she had taken it, she moved forward. At first she didn't hear the thuds, recollecting her thoughts as to why she was scared. Why should she be?
The thuds mingled with a soft call of a name. But it wasn't hers. It couldn't be hers. She knew her name.
Another thud. The room is dark, and her hands reach out to touch. To feel if there is something. Her steps echoed the thuds, a steady rhythm until it stops. It stops because she has hit something. Large by the rebounding sound of the thud that wasn't what led her deeper in the hallway. Hands lower, reaching down to feel at what it is. Eyes adjust.
A crate.
Were the thuds getting louder? Vaneda wondered, but with the crate there, she couldn't check anywhere else for the sound. As she studied it more, she realized that it is open. Funny. A open crate in a hallway with a thud sound.
Lowering herself to her knee's she see's a red, the first color to show up. She can tell it because light seems to filter in. But not enough for her to make out what it is. The more she looked, the more of an outline in the crate took. It didn't fit, it didn't look right. It looked wrong. These thoughts processed and flitted the more she looked at. The more she watched it.
Then it swayed, back and forth. She couldn't see it. Why? Why did it make her nervous? She reached out, making it stop its hypnotic dance. The thudding stops. Silence.
It whispers her name. But not her name. It starts to talk. She can feel a different thump. A different thud. A heart. She knew what that was. She wanted a heart once. The memory flitted away just as it came. She needed a heart didn't she?
The room responded to her. It was funny to her. She remembered needing a heart and suddenly, there was scissors in her hand. She grips the hand that is now holding on to her. It's a firm grasp, it's strong. It's a man. She doesn't need to understand that the heart she wants is now in this form.
It starts to call her louder, as she lowers the scissors. It claws at her when she feels the soft resistance of its form against her blade, a sickening squelch. A strange oozing spread across her hands, A furious heat spread in her. Deeper Deeper Deeper. It keeps screaming but she wants it to shut up, just shut up and deal with it. She wants it too feel what she felt now, a anger and a betrayal and hurt. It wants it to realize how much pain she had gone through. What it ruined for her. What it cursed her with.
It was gleeful, rich and intoxicating when her hand dug inside him, she knew it was a him now. Garrett. Her hand dug and dug and dug until it surrounded around the steady beat of the heart, She could feel the power of it against her palm. She could feel the thrill of it against her fingertips. The creature pleaded one more time with her, it called her name just one more time before she clenched around it, slowly removing it from the crate and Garrett. It beats one..two...three...then it doesn't...
"Come on Nevada, You've been in love with me since we started dating. Remember our first kiss?" Garrett frowns as he looks over her. His eyes are blue and his hair is a deep dark brown, haloing around him angelic. He has a surfer body and she always thought he had been exotic and different. It was because of that she had been attracted. And he had been older, only a couple of years but at her age, it was so appealing. "Remember our first time? I've only really wanted you baby? Why don't you believe me? I love you. I love only you!" He cooed, there is a twitch in his face but otherwise it remains serious. And she starts to believe him. She starts to doubt her friends. She loved him didn't she? She could trust him. After all, he was her first love. He was the boy she wanted to spend forever with. He was the boy who had understood her when no one else did.
And then his face laughs, It laughs at her and she doesn't understand why.
"Sorry, I couldn't keep a straight face anymore. It's just that..." He runs his hand through his hair. "I've been eying you and your twin for way too long. And I thought I was pretty ******** lucky to actually get involved with one of you.-" She doesn't understand what he is saying. "But Alaska went up and ran away and my little conquest..." He holds his hands up and drops them, making a plummeting sound. "Man, The guys are going to be pretty sad that I couldn't even nail twins." She looks stricken. The rumors. "Yeah, The rumors. You thought you were my only girl? Babe I don't play the married lifestyle. I'm 19, not 25. s**t, you thought I was really serious?" he laughs again and it furiates her. Her heart breaks, something inside her breaks. "Get over it. But hey I taught you something good didn't I? At least now you're actually exprienced." He snorts, examining his nails. "Man thinking of it, you wanna get laid? I can call a couple of my-" The memory ends and leaves Vaneda shaking.
But it's okay because she had Garrett's heart in her hand. They say an eye for eye. She supposed that it could be true for a broken heart too.
She wraps it in her bag. And moves on.
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Character name: Vandea Character appearance: Look to the left Link to Heart Log[HERE] Current HP 30/30 Current weapon equipped N/A
Then as she walks, the hallway thickens. There is no scent, and nothing in the air but something weighing on her. But it starts to slicken under her, and as she walks, her feet slide on it. There is a sloshing, and it thickens.
And there is a dread.
Dread for what she had done. And a guilt at the satisfaction she had gained from it. She ran into the wall, surprised that her thoughts had allowed her such...discontent that she hadn't even known where she was going. Though to be fair, she didn't have normal vision. At least that's what she thought. Since everything on her left was completely black and the right was more clearer and crisper.
Turning, she looked up see nothing. Funny again! Why did she think something was going to be there? A new path formed and she started to feel cold. The deeper she felt herself going, the colder she started to feel and her teeth started to chatter. And it happens again. A sloshing of footsteps behind her.
And his voice whispering.
"Give it back..."
Her head whips, clutching the bag closer to her being. When nothing appeared, when nothing spoke again. She let the bag drop again and started to move again.
And the more she walks, the more she feels the cold submerging her. Her hair starts to float around her, pooling first at her waist...then her torso...up until its floating around her head. It is then she realizes that she is wet. That it is water she is in. Any further and she will be gone completely. Deciding that it was another dead end, she turns.
And she stares.
And she is pushed down, and words ring in her head. "Give me back..." She screams but her mouth fills with the water. Her air escapes in pocket of bubbles.
Deeper, further. She starts to fade. Even as she looks at the being pushing her down. Even as she watches it sink her further and further down. "Give me back my heart!"
"Do you want some?" Garrett holds out a ice cream cone to her, smiling at her. She feels her heart race a little, staring at the long fingers holding it as it drips from the heat. "Hurry or it'll melt!" he laughs as she brings her face down a little too fast, getting ice cream on the whole of her nose. It was cold, and sticky but he laughs at her and she can't help but feel embarrassed.
"Jeez you are too cute." He says, handing her the cone and getting up to get napkins. She attempts desperately to hide her face because she was suppose to be cool. Mature. WOmanly. When he returns, he tilts her head up and starts wiping up the ice cream. "Next time don't go head first okay?" But she is admiring his closeness. And the scent of him. And how close his lips are to his, where her gaze drops. She wonders what a kiss would taste like. She wondered if he would kiss her.
She wonders...
And the memory floats back harder and faster. Garrett, he was her first love. For a year she had ignored his advances, but he had been adamant. He had been persistent and so friendly. And he had been so flattering. In truth she had ignored him because she didn't know how she was suppose to act. Alaska and her always dreamed about love and he was like a prince. And she didn't want to embarrass herself. For year, she was the ice princess whose heart he wanted to melted, and he was her prince that would do it.
And he had broken it.
And she had taken his back.
And he would drown her now wouldn't he?
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Character name: Vandea Character appearance: Look to the left Link to Heart Log[HERE] Current HP 30/30 Current weapon equipped N/A
Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 9:05 pm
She felt it closing around her. She felt the darkness curling at her ankles...at the dimness of her vision. She felt it ready to embrace her into a eternal seclusion.
NO.
The word rang so clearly in her mind, it was a denial of something she knew too well.
NO FIGHT.
She had fought before. This darkness. She would fight again. It screamed at her to give it back, to die. It screamed and screamed and screamed as it drug her to the depths of hell in the water. And her hand clenched around the scissors tightly, so tightly that it cut deep into her palm until she focused on one thing and one thing only.
It was her or it.
It was her or Garrett.
It was her.
FIGHT. FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT. KILL IT.
Her hand brought the scissors up, repedetely as it screamed for a different reason. As it screamed for pain again. And it dropped. EVERYTHING dropped. She hit the ground, collasping as she vomited the water. Breath. Breathe. Take it in. You. Breathe.
Light touches her skin, it glows faintly on her hand as she coughs, looking up. The darkness is gone and there is nothing but Light now. She reaches for it. She pushes herself up. She moves. She runs. She leaves. She escapes.
She turns to leave, and for a moment she catches the glimmer of Garrett and the scissors...but she doesn't care. She is gone. She is free. Not this time. It wouldn't be this time.
She leaves with those memories and his heart and disappears. Slowly she starts to realize who she is again.
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Character name: Vandea Character appearance: Look to the left Link to Heart Log[HERE] Current HP 30/30 Current weapon equipped N/A
Vaneda stared at the goddess as she addressed her. Facing fears? Eaten or Eat? She wondered too.
"Mystery?" Vaneda looks at the jeweled dagger, taking it in her hand and studying it. It didn't feel right in her hand, not like her gun weapon did. But she didn't make another sound about it. She is listening to the goddess, but she is also distracted by the rusting.
Ruin.
Is that what she was going too? She wondered. It didn't matter though as the goddess urged her on. So Vaneda left, slipping through the opening of light. Even long after...she still felt ruin following behind her.
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It was cold. And as she opened her eyes, she realized that the cold was from a table underneath her. She didn't remember falling asleep, and she didn't remember going to a room like this. Her eye blinked at the bright white light, further enhanced by the white walls. Such a contrast to the shadows and ruins of her land.
"Odd." Her voice rings out, ending the silent hummings and echoing off the walls. Turning her legs, she set set them on the ground and stood. There was only one door, and since there was only one...She opened it, peeking around into the hallway that was just the same as the room. Slowly stepping out into it. The door slams shut behind her, making her jump. "God dammit." She yelps before covering her mouth. A giggling a little. It was just a door. She opened it again but when she looked inside...the room was completely empty.
Moving on, She started to walk.
And walk...
and walk..............
"When...." she started to say, after walking for what seemed ever saw a exit. Finally. The place unnerved her, it was empty and hollow. It was unsettling. Moving faster to the exit, she stops only when she hears a distinct thud.
Her head whips around but there is no one there.
She turns again, so close to the exit.
Another distinct thud. This time she see's it, the door she left opened yields a blackened figure. And it's watching her.
It's moving to her, she see's scissors. Why does this terrify her. Her body freezes, she can't move. She's too scared to move.
And the chill creeps around her, over her. it grips tightly at her neck until she has nothing left but to run. Turning on her heel to escape.
Her heart is echoing so loudly. Her breathing is uneven, her legs can only carry her so far. But it's still coming. She can feel it.
But the exit is there, and she'll be free from the terror as soon as she opens the door. She'll be free. She hits it hard, gripping at the handle to open. But it doesn't. There's a lock and it says it needs a passcode.
"No no no nooooooo." Vaneda bangs on the door, hitting it over and over again. No. No She could do this. She would do this. It was still too far from her to reach her but she would be able to do this. Her head whips around and it was there.
"Yes...Yes..." a slip of paper with red. Letters.
A C E G
Her hands tightened over it, and drops only when she hears it coming closer.
"I don't know what it means...." There was no letters on the lock, only numbers. Her voice raised as she started to desperately search again.
With no papers for the door, She started to panic again, pushing at them. "Please just let me out. Please...." She can feel the figure moving closer.
She can hear him.
"Poor little Nevada. Couldn't even make one boy love you like you loved him." It's masculine, but she doesn't know why it matters. "You'll never be good enough anyways. Who'd just want some girl who can't survive without her twin." It's voice is condescending but...
It's getting closer, it keeps calling to her. Calling her Nevada.
"I AM NOT HER!" Vaneda screams, pulling at her hair as if it would help the tension. Her eye flicks to the ground, and this time...she see's another piece of paper. Instead of letters though...it has letters with numbers.
"A = 1. b = 2..." She picks it up, opening it.
No.
It made sense. She could do this. "Oh god please hurry." She goes to the door, looking at the keys and thinking. The letters before.
The code....
It was....
0, 2, 4, 5
The door clicks open and she pushes her way out. Freedom. Then she slams the doors shut. Falling against them. Breathing deeply.
"Why? Why Am I scared?" She laughs...."It...It was just something stupid. Calling some girl Nevada, it wasn't me so..."
Her gaze lands among tree's now, pushing herself up and walking towards them. Distance: 40 feet (ESCAPED!)
The tree's welcome her with dull scraggly arms, her steps crunching in the dirt and fauna of underneath them. They are grey, and dull but a welcoming sight. She reaches her hand to touch one of them, turning her head to look at the building one last time.
And it's there, the black figure.
"NO!" Her body moves on its own. It pushes her as she runs through the woods, branches pulling at her. Unyielding in its pursuit, the black figure calls to her again.
"Nevadaaaaaaa" it says with such merriment, that she wants to know why? Did it get joy out of following girls? "Nevada do you rememberrrrrr? You took my heaaaaaart." He sings.
"You cut it out, Left me to die." It's voice gets angry, harsh. "I want it back. GIVE IT BACK." It's screaming now. "GIVE ME BACK MY HEART!!" It screams over and over again as she runs.
And then its quiet.
"Nevadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." It says, "Nevada if I can't have my hearrrrrrrt........" It laughs, back to the merriment. "CAN I HAVE YOURS INSTEAD? GIVE ME YOUR HEART!"
her hand comes to clutch up to her chest, her mind sick with worry. Why. Why was it doing this to her. She wasn't Nevada! She didn't have it's heart!
Her running led her to a bride, it swaying back and forth. Cliffside welcomed her as the voice continued to escape. With no other choice, she went to it.
There was a moment, something gripped her. Terror took her. She felt something jab into her back....and then she was gone. Across it to safety. The voice farther and farther away.
Her flight led her to a cal-de-sac, where one tall building stood. Shadows leaked out of it, it felt menacing.
It felt cold.
It felt not real. She didn't want to go in. But if she didn't....No! Something in her screamed no at the building, so she turned. The dagger reacting to her fear as she looked at the figure approaching.
"Nevadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..........." It cooed, "Did you come to give me your heart? It's just so easy for you to give it away isn't it!?"
"I AM NOT NEVADA!" She lunges, the dagger turned towards the being.
Hands are laced together as they sit at a table, he's looking at her intently with his blue eyes. Studying her face. She blushes because he's staring so hard at her. "Is something wrong Garrett?" She tugs a little at her hand, feeling self counsice.
"I was just trying to see the differences between you and your sister." He narrowed his eyes, "You guys are excatly alike you know!"
She rolls her eyes and leans over, "We're identical twins you know. Not fraternal ones." She keeps her hand in is, as her thoughts drift. "Are you worried we might switch on you?"
His face darkens for a moment, a gleam in his eye that unsettles her. And in a blink it's gone, like it was never there. He's smiling, kissing her knuckles. "I'd know who is who. You're my Nevada. You're Nevada." He leans over the table, kissing her on the lips. "Nevada."
The dagger misses and she looks down. She see's the scissors in her. her eyes look up into Garrett's. Into what had been Garrett. "Don't worry..." He says as he takes her head in his hand. All she see's is his blackness...All she feels if fear.
A sick thud fills her ears as she can't move and she realizes that her heart is beating. It's beating louder than it ever has before.
"Don't worry. It'll be quick. Painless." Garrett whispers, "You won't even feel it. it'll be like what I did to you the first time." She hears the snip, she gasp from pain. He's holding her close as the thudding disappears from her ears.
And he steps back, holding her heart in his hand.
"This has always been mine after all." he turns, with her heart and the rusted scissors in his hand. And she fades. The last thing she see's is the haunted house, and her heart disappearing.
Vaneda entered the shrine, turning her head slowly to look at the goddess. There was a faint smell of cookies...Cake? Sweetness. The smile is kind and catching, feeling her own lips turn upwards.
"No not too mean!" She answers back, "Yes I love you Goddess!" Because she was her goddess. And then she was being sent on her way through a giant arc of doors.
"Okay! I will go look!" And simply went in.
Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 8:55 pm
The door opens to a white path, Vaneda stepping down into a soft but firm substance on the ground. White flakes of it fall from they sky as well, adding to the ground. It's not warm...It reminds her of something.
but she can't quite place it.
In the middle of the scenery is a table, and the further she walks along to it, the more steps she imprints until she stops in front of the table. A pink and blue jar stand next to each other. Her gaze landed directly on the pink one, its color drawing to her.
And the love calling to her.
Picking it up, a tag dangles out in front of her, with the simple words: Drink Me.
"If that's what the lady calls for!" Vaneda downs it, until every last drop is gone.
The table spins, changes until there is colorful tablecloth and food on it. Cake that looks rich and a Cookie that looks more simple.
She goes for the cake first. Cutting a slice and taking a bite. Just like what it looks like, its rich on her tongue. Almost overwhelming so. It makes her thirsty. She kind of wished she had some milk or something...
And as if the table reads her mind, there is a colorful cup that catches her eye. Tea. It sounds like it would be good. Picking it up, she takes a sip.
And then Love. Love hits her in a way that it's never had before. It's rich and colorful and tempting. And the memory it brings for her:
Love was hard to describe. In the books, It was warm and fuzzy and commitments. It was when a boy and a girl kissed and they lived happily ever after. Nevada touched the book in the store, her hand holding Alaska's like she always did.
They are 7 years old. Just starting second grade and buying school supplies in the store. Her sister is matching outfit with her, the only difference is the colored ribbon. Alaska's green...her's purple. They are both enchanted by the cover of the book, with a sleeping princess and a handsome prince leaning over to kiss her.
As they open it, flip it around, both of them stop at the handsome prince. Alaska wishes for one to come sweep her off her feet, Nevada wishes she was like a prince.
They go home with book, it slowly becoming their greatest treasure. Nevada dresses up like a prince when they play, She sweeps her sister off her feet. She loves her. She gives her big sloppy kiss and they end up in fits of giggles on the ground. If this wasn't the love like in the story, then she didn't know what was.
Skip ahead to when they turn 14. On the cusp of teenage years.
"Hey Alaska, Do you have my Eyeliner?" It isn't about princes and princesses games anymore. Now both of them are princesses and both are looking for princes. Nevada is wrapping her arms around her sisters waist, pouting at her. "Alaskaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa My eye liner." Nevada whines.
"It's in the bathroom where I left it!" Her sister snaps, but Nevada is use to it. Alaska has troubles that Nevada does not. Their father expected a lot out of twins. But none more so than Alaska. "Sorry..." her twin says, sighing. "Sorry its just I have a lot of homework and stuff so..."
"That's okay!" Nevada nestles her head in the crook her twins neck and sighs too. "Do you want me to stay and help? I can tell um...whatever his name is that I am not interested tonight." Even if she was a princess still...She would always be Alaska's prince. She loved her sister too much. Alaska thinks before a moment, her voice small. "If you want to stay....?" Nevada snorts and laughs.
"I'll always stay for you Sister!"
Love, She had so much love for her sister.
The final memory comes when she is laying in front of the pods. It's been 5 years since that moment, she's 19 now. She's alone. Behind her is her sister still asleep. Still waiting. Sleeping beauty. Like the book.
Alaska was sleeping beauty. And Nevada was a princess with a broken heart. She had ruined a love she could've had, and messed up a lot of her heart. It wasn't whole. It was getting smaller.
"Alaska, I always said I'd be your prince. But now..." Nevada sighs, " I guess I'm nothing more than a princess in disguise." She wants her sister. She wants the love again. She falls asleep and when she wakes.
"What are you doing there sleeping on the ground...?"
Her prince is scowling down at her. And she loves again. So full. Her sister. her twin. Her one true love.
Colour of Tea Tasted: Brown Description: Warm, affection. Family (sibling) connections and love. A moment of resignation, followed by joy.
Your commentary on its flavour: Twins...how nice. Ixy found herself smiling after the memory played itself out, setting the cup back down onto the table. Was that what it was like to have a sibling? It was nice to see the progression through the years, and even nicer yet to see that the affection that the memory-owner held for her twin hadn't waned even as time passed.
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Colour of Tea Tasted: Mustard Description: Warm, sweet, ends with a bold complexity. Your commentary on its flavour: The man stood, watching the flips and the flashes. The girls were, at first, cute and endearing. He felt like he should know the girl with the purple bow, the one that was so touchy and feely with the other. He chuckled lightly at their teenage years, and then gave a soft frown when she pulled herself from a pod, but the other was left to simply sleep. A light smile appeared when she returned, and he nodded. So, that was what love was.
