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 Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:55 am
Growing up, Emilie turned to books as a form of escapism. She found herself looking up at the stars and wondering what it was like to be someone else, what it was like be be somebody. A person who did amazing things - A person with the power to change the world for the better... or the worse. She was always told she was special, that her talents were unfathomable and her situation extraordinary. Her psychiatrist once said that the way she handled the challenges life had dealt her was admirable - but in the woman's eyes Emilie could only see worry, fear even. People often thought she was a doll, void of all emotion, yet the truth was she was just so used to hardship she no longer felt the need to cry or scream. Just keep breathing, that is all she had to do.
A few months ago she came across an animal - it was a cat, she thinks. Everything was so foggy right now... It might have been a dog? She could not remember the sound of its voice or the words it has spoken to her. Regardless that meeting changed her life. Her life changed, she changed. Even though her thoughts were a haze she remembered her first transformation, the moment when she became more. More than she ever dreamed she could be. Alas despite her new found strength and powers she had no direction. She had nothing to fight for or any long term goal or ambition. Despite this she started training, starting random battles in the streets incase a purpose presented itself to her, alas there was none to be found, just more questions. Before she could find her bearings, on this faithful night, she was thrown threw the mirror. Then everything went very dark extremely fast. Everything was so hazy now, like her mind had been shattered and put back in all the wrong places.
The old her had been scattered to the wind and lost until the end of time. She could no longer sleep in her own bed or have her family hold her like they once had. Her mother as admitted to the hospital along time ago, she was used to being on her own, regardless at least before she knew where she was and could always visit her if she craved her advise or her touch. Now she could not even do that. She walked the streets alone, realizing that her voice could no longer reach the ones she used to loved, their hearts could no longer be touched by hers. The strings had been severed in one action, and now lay in ashes. You would think she felt resentment to the women who had done this to her, and maybe she did, but where would hatred get her now? It would not allow her to turn back time, it would not allow her to return home. It would only isolate her further, the DMC were her only hope of survival - No matter the circumstances she could not push them aside, as twisted as it seemed they were the only family she had now and nothing could change that.
Yet that did not make the pain fade. She decided that night she would channel it, turn it into rage and use that rage to sculpt a new life. Use it to become someone spectacular, something worth the sacrifice of who she used to be.
Then out of the darkness and the loss, a blonde haired gentleman revealed himself to her. What he did was not heroic, what he did was not brave or world shattering - but to her it meant everything. Emile had never believed in God, but that night she found herself praying to whoever out there would hear her pleas, she hoped and wished that there was a light in the darkness. Jett was that light and she would forever be grateful to whatever angel had sent him to her. He took her hand and pulled her through the mirror, to someplace safe and warm. She should have been frightened, but his home made her feel oddly calm and his smile made her feel welcome. His words put her at ease - at least for a little while.
Then he wished her goodnight and she felt the anxiety and confusion once again flood her heart with doubt. She lay awake looking out the window, stars sparkling in her amber eyes. She thought about her situation once more and the more she thought about it the bleaker the whole thing seemed. Where was she meant to go from here? What was she meant to do? The unknown sent chills up her spine and made her sick to her stomach.
She thought until her head hurt, until sleep took her by force. Yet one thought kept reoccurring, the one thing she was sure of, the only certainty.
I will follow you Jett, always.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:55 am
She had ******** up. ******** up extraordinarily!
Emil Ophelia was horrible when it came to social interactions. Growing up the daughter of a really clingy and demanding parent meant she never really got to see the world and learn how to communicate with other human beings beside said parent. She had never had a BBF heck, she never even had a BF... or an F. Shaking her head she walked back upstairs, her graceful movements in total contrast to the way her heart was beating. She was afraid and in a panic. Her footsteps gained in place until she was in the spare room, she then closed the door, put her coffee on the bedside table and pulled the covered over her head, almost like she cocoon would protect her and make all the bad things go away.
She had read this scenario in a book, where the beautiful maiden gets the wrong end of the stick and accuses the stories protagonist (namely Ophelia) of doing terrible things with the leading male role, even thought that was not the case at all. Okay, maybe these stories lead to a relationship between the two but this was not the point at all! She had no intentions of doing anything unmentionable with her savoir. Last night had been so surreal and inspiring - now it was tainted with accusation. Oh, the drama! The teenage drama! Given usual circumstances she would not have batted an eyelid as such folly, yet this was different - She needed Jett and in discovering what has occurred this morning he was well within his rights to throw her on the street and wash his hands of her!
Oh why. Why was she so socially inept? Why could she have not had reassured Raven? Why could she have not acted in a more gracious manor? She held the covers tighter, stating flaws her in character would not fix the situation, she needed to do something. Maybe she should run after Raven? Maybe she could apologize and beg that the blonde to forget their meeting. No, the woman would be more likely to rip her head off and spit down her neck than listen to her. A fight would just make it worse, she would just have to explain the situation to Jett and hopes that he has mercy.
He seemed like an exceptional fellow, forgiveness and absolution seemed to be in his character. Then again, Raven might be right. She doesn't know him, she doesn't know anything about him. Maybe this angel like view she had on the man was mislead, maybe he was a demon with an ulterior motive. The fiend! Maybe his intentions were sinister, maybe be he prayed on the lost and lonely to use them, to get a cheap frill behind the back of the good and innocent Raven. The turned over in bed, rolling around out of frustration and discomfort.
She wanted to punch something.
Despicable.
Ophelia felt her cheeks burn, she needed to compose herself. She heard a noise outside... He was awake! She quickly made her bed and drunk down the coffee in furious gulps, burning her tongue at the same time. She needed to push all this folly to the back of her head and handle this situation like she would any other.
Graciously.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:55 am
So, he handled that better than I thought.
In order to gain forgiveness I rushed downstairs when he arrived at the bathroom, making sure not to cross him in the hallway. If this conversation was going to happen - everything needed to be perfect, planned, executed with inappreciable timing. As he began his morning routine and spent his man-time in the bathroom I made breakfast,
In order to earn forgiveness Ophelia rushed downstairs when the cost was clear. Jett has entered the bathroom and was and began his morning routine. In order not to cross him in the hall she waited until she heard flowing water and then rushed into the kitchen, poured herself another coffee to calm her nerved, and then started on breakfast. She made a feast fit for a king, partially to butter him up and partially to take her mind off of the conversation that had just occurred. She did not know him, Raven had told her that, maybe she was right. Maybe he was going to freak out, flip tables... She did not know. When she heard a creek coming from the staircase she took one last sip of coffee and then turned to face the entrancement, hands in font of her and straight backed. Almost like she was a maid waited for a lord to attend his meal.
The conversation went better than expected, in order not to worsen the situation she had told him every detail she could remember as precisely as she could. She might have been viewed a home wrecker but she would not be called a liar too. He took in all the information and came to quite an adult conclusion, maybe he was the Knight she had presumed him to be, maybe she had taken Raven's words to heart a bit too harshly. Jett had done nothing to make her doubt him. Ophelia relaxed, took in a deep breathe and recited her vow to him in her head over and over.
She would follow him. No matter what.
The conversation moved quickly, partially because the brunette did not want to linger on such a troublesome conversation. What was needed to be said was said and going around in circles was not productive. What she established from the interaction that followed was:
1) She could stay here until she was back on her feet.
2) That he would smooth things over with Raven.
3) He would help he make a new life for herself.
4) They were going to visit her old home and pick up some things.
It was wonderful, a complete u-turn from the distress she felt this morning. Once again she was at ease, his words had soothed and calmed her. Raven might have to watch out, this boy did not have a flaw and would be snatched up if she mistreat him. How could anyone believe such a gallant creature would be unfaithful?
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:55 am
Ophelia went home today, well she went to visit the place she once called home. But that was another life and at another time, the place she once found comfort was now just bricks and mortar, the pictures on the walls documenting the life of a different person, a stranger. Jett really was an amazing man, she had opened up to him, told him about her demons. It was strange doing so, she would usually hide her past from people - Yet, it felt like the last time she would ever be able to tell the story, after today it belonged to someone else and would not need repeating. She told him about her mothers illness, about how her rather abandoned her. It did not feel real, saying the words, reliving the memories - It all seemed so far away, the pain that she had gone through was no longer her own, just a shadow cast over her heart. She shook her head, bags in hand as her and Jett walked in silence back to his home. She reflected on her life before and made her peace with it.
Emilie, that troubled yet pure soul. She needed to be put to rest, her story could not end with a '...'. She deserved better, Ophelia deserved better. She thought long and hard on the way home, she thought about what she could do to end Emilie's chapter, how she could gain true closure. She was soon lost in her thoughts and before she knew it Jett opened his home to her once more, her memory of the walk home fuzzy. She smiled and bowed her head, taking her suitcase upstairs and only turning to thank him once more.
As he requested she unpacked her things and made herself at home. Taking out some clean clothes she made her way to the shower and cleansed herself of the troubling thoughts that had plagued her today. She yawned, emotionally drained from the experience. Hot water lapped her soft skin and soaked her long hair. It felt... Amazing. She used his bath products, well Ravens, as if the girl did not need another reason to dislike her. She wanted to stay eclipsed in steam longer, but felt rude doing so. Ophelia got dry, got dressed and once again ventured downstairs.
Nothing much else happened that night, her and Jett just watched bad TV and drank hot chocolate, sharing stories... bonding. He really was a nice guy, the sort of person she never expected existed in the real world. Then again, what did she know of the real world? When it came time for her to head to bed Jett headed on out, to smooth things over with Raven like he said he would.
Ophelia wished him goodnight and found that sleep came much easier that night.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:56 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:56 am
THIS NEEDS IMPROVING, THANK YOU FUTURE SELF. CHECK THE ONES ABOVE TOO PLEASE. YOU WROTE THEM HALF ASLEEP.
Ophelia could safely say, hand on heart, Venice is the strangest woman she has ever met in her life. One million miles away from the girls at the Academy; the woman was certainly did not come from a privileged background and was, in her opinion, tapped. 'A Brush of Class' that was the name of the shop Ophelia had applied to work in, it seemed quaint and the creative nature of the establishment presented the possibility of enjoyment. She was trilled when she got called in for an interview, she got dressed up and went in with iron determination. She was not leaving this place without a job, she simply couldn't!
Then she met her co-worker. Oh dear, she had made a grave mistake.
The woman intimidated her. There was just something about her that made Ophelia feel on edge and uncomfortable, maybe it was because she had to make up her CV and lie through her teeth. She was a new person with no history and so she had to make up completely new details for herself, being nervous was understandable, right? No, it was more than that. Ophelia was already really bad at socializing and Venice having such a contrasting personality to her own made things hard.
Not that Ophelia disliked the woman, despite her oddness she seemed quite pleasant. Regardless she was glad the meeting was cut short, on exiting the shop she felt somewhat odd, like the hole meeting had been a dream. Venice had dazed and confused her.
She didn't think she was getting a call back...
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:56 am
Also start up all I owe, she is actually really close to Super Senshi
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:57 am
I do need to start writing journals though....
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:57 am
But hey! That is why I am saving all these posts
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:57 am
I want to thank everyone for putting up with me
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:58 am
Though I really doubt ANYONE is reading this
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:58 am
If you are then... Do you not have anything better to do ;p
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:58 am
It is okay! I don't either
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:59 am
I also have a few quests in mind. I do not want to be greedy though!
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:59 am
Maybe I will set them up and then actively try when Mjolnir is at Eternal
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