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 Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 11:19 pm
Would you say stop and would you let it all end, would you stay don’t or would you choose to pretend?
Stepping out into the darkness, Gamma 12 felt herself plunge forwards…and then upside down until she’d moved completely 180 degrees. For a moment, she wanted to puke, and nearly did. However, that would have left her in a mask that was filled with puke. Could she take it off yet?
Where was she, anyways?
You are at the beginning, a voice, her own, seemed to tell her. She was in the corner of an ever so familiar room. A room that smelled like an old lady, knitted shawls, and vaguely like cookies for some reason. Cookies…and like her grandmother. She remembered this room. Grandmother had died in that room. In a way, that was what had led to the scene she saw in front of her.
She was five, dolled up and darling, her parents watching proudly as their little princess stood amongst the paranormal experts that often scammed their way onto TV, telling the lovely cameras where it was the spirit of her dead grandmother was in the room. By that point, grandmother was long gone, but her mother had told her to tell them where ‘grandmother had been seen last’.. and she’d been able to do that. So small and darling, who could have refused that face?
She’d wished someone had. It had only snowballed from there.
The TV shows featuring the young ‘psychic’ were plentiful in their own right, though thinking on it, she never would have considered herself to be ‘psychic’. It had been more like a lingering bad feeling. One that had often made her nervous and soon walking inside any ‘haunted’ building was like a marathon of when her nerves would give out and she’d flee back out again. It was very rarely that she’d actually leave the building, however.
Her parents were outside, watching her.
Cashing in on her. Her schooling was, to say the least, disgusting, There were often road trips to show her off, like some sort of circus-freak-show, so her most constant friend became a computer and her connection to the outside world. Message boards, and even a blog were her constant escapes from being put on parade for some cameras. She gave herself an alias and found herself really connecting with people for the first time.
She longed for their lives, to live outside of a car, to run free, to be in a building where there were people her own age to talk to, date, watch scary movies with…. Scary movies.. HA! She liked it when they scared her. That was a good movie.. she wanted that. She had always wanted that.
One day, she received an e-mail from someone she hadn’t seen about before: ‘I WANT TO MEET WITH YOU’ it said, plain and simple. ‘I WILL BE AT YOUR NEXT BROADCAST’ it finished. She hadn’t been sure what to think, but part of her was excited. She wanted to meet PEOPLE, not faced and ideas of people. It was….a liberating idea.
So she’d snuck out of screening when she’d gotten a free moment to find the mysterious messenger..who turned out to be nothing like what she had expected. They were so..much MORE mysterious, and that mystery got her heart racing. She was excited. The pair sat and spoke of things that she’d never heard of before. She’d had an idea of them, but she’d never actually heard someone else talk seriously about such things….
And they spoke of the shadows that made her heart freeze and a chill go up her spine in an intimate manner… and told her she could get rid of them. Get rid of the things that had turned her life into some sort of a circus act. She wanted it. She wanted it more than she’d wanted anything else in her life. The freedom, the interactions.
It was a promise of everything she’d ever lusted for. It was delicious. She signed the waiver almost immediately.
However, the meeting had caused her parents to get upset and suddenly her one connection to the outside world, that computer she considered her outlet into reality..it was ripped from her. They were taking what she wanted AWAY from her. She wasn’t sure how to handle it. How to handle it at all. It cemented her decision to leave whether they would have it or not. She was going to get what she wanted.
She was sick of not having a choice in what HER life was. She wasn’t going to do this forever. Never. She was going to be free. She had to be free.
So the next time she had the opportunity, Cassandra Norris had stolen away into the night off to leave her traveling circus and become Gamma 12.
Would you say no, would you say go?
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 11:20 pm
(This is a reflection solo, lol)
Shift is done and I sing this song…
Well that had been both the most fun she’d ever had, and possibly the strangest thing she’d ever experienced. She’d left to experience ‘real’ people, and what she’d gotten were demonic horses, trapped in a gas mask, and some people who she hoped wouldn’t be too lonely without her now that she was gone. Everything was starting to come back to her.
She hadn’t just died once, but she’d died twice. It was horrible. Horrible and delightful. The greatest adventure she could ever wrap her own fingers around and claimed she’d been on. But who was she going to tell such fantastic things to? She’d seen a beach, she’d seen the vague suggestions of shadows…and she’d seen other people.
Maybe she should have tried harder to make friends. Or did people consider her to be their friend already? She didn’t know. But it had been the most liberating thing ever. She reveled in it. Had she enjoyed being puppeted? Certainly not. She hadn’t enjoyed having to beat in other people’s heads..well..one other person’s head…and now that she thought about it, she’d really gone out with a bang…
But when had she decided to take the helmet off and go out like that? She wasn’t sure. It was like….she’d stopped fearing death, just for a moment. A single…beautiful moment. And that was all it had taken. That one beautiful moment. She’d felt powerful. More powerful than she had ever been. Unfortunately, that one powerful moment was like stopping a bullet for her; She could only do it once, and that had been it.
Too bad mom and dad hadn’t gotten to seen it. Oh, she could have imagined the looks of horror on their faces. So delightful, and delicious. Maybe the nice hosts of the game would take a snapshot of her body and send it out to them. Maybe mail a box of the pieces to them. Now that would have been bloody fabulous. It was strange how much of her sanity seemed to be coming back to her now that she didn’t feel like she needed to justify her actions..to make anybody else see things the way she wanted them too…
Like mom and dad had. How often did she slam her hands on tables at them and yell ‘I didn’t choose to be this way. It’s not like I woke up one morning to be like this’? She was hopeful she wouldn’t have to yell at them anymore.
Was anybody else from the Gamma squads still alive? She hoped if they were, they made it to the very end of everything. That would have been fabulous. Someone who had known her. Though would they have really known her? She tried to imagine what it was she knew of those she had met.
It really hadn’t been that much. That was unfortunate. She’d have to try harder at that if she ever got a second chance. It was at the top of her ‘to do’ list.
1. Actually stay awake while fighting a demon pony.
2. Make some friends who will know your name and maybe your favorite colors.
Ha. It was a fabulous ‘to do’ list.. now if she’d remember it..or even ever be not-dead ever again, it would be pretty nice, she’d have to say that much. Maybe she’d meet Gamma 8 again. She’d really spent the most of her time with her, hadn’t she? What was her real name? What did she look like? That was unfortunate. Maybe some other time.
Some other life.
She closed her eyes, smiling contently. She regretted nothing.
..and wake me up on Sunday.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 1:57 pm
Within the dark nothing that remained to her, came the soft, nearly inaudible, shifting of wings. "Well, well...a celebrity of sorts. Strictly D-list, of course, but you managed to make a little scuff mark on this world, which is not something most could say. Well, prior to coming here, that is." The voice sounded unpleasantly familiar.
"Did you enjoy having others around, with same abilities as yourself? Being unique and special...it can be tiring and lonely, yes, but...also a thing easily taken for granted. Easily missed once its no longer a part of your life."
The wings shifted again, and still more, until she was surrounded by the flapping of wings. Something flew past her, and above. The darkness was full of motion, and gradually pieces of white began to show through until they revealed hundreds of simple white doors.
"You killed yourself during my little test and made a mess of the floor, you know. Tsk tsk. So lets not make this too easy, hmm? Lets have you prove some determination. Behind one of these doors lies a second chance." The darkness has quieted until is was just her, the doors, and Dr. H. "Bring forth your key. Find the way out."
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 10:53 pm
Cass's brain flinched a bit at the sudden noise invading it, frowning as her brows knitted together, trying to make the flapping sound less offending on her ears. It was a bit loud, now wasn't it? However, the voice that spoke sounded...somehow familiar, like she'd heard it before.
She opened her eyes, looking around at the space that was surrounding her, a frown coming across her face as it seemed she was suddenly in the midst of doors. Lots and lots of doors. It felt like she was suddenly being given a lot of choices. Cass was definitely all about all of these choices she was getting.
'You made a mess of the floor'... it was this reminder that made the voice's origin of where she'd heard it previously ring in her mind. She had heard this person in the gym, toying with them. There had been one way to get in and out of things then.
Now there were more.
"There can't be only one way out of here." she said, mostly to herself, looking at one door, then another, looking at the handles, then looking at the doors.. then she looked at the floor, frowning as she passed them all, clenching both of her fists.
"These doors are too clean. Too plain." she stopped at one of the doors and knocked on it, listening to the noise it made before continuing, knocking on yet another, then another. There had to be a trick.
Somewhere there was a trick. But she would rise over this.
Through it all however, it felt like something was trying to hold her back from passing through his path. Chains, binding. No.
She grabbed the chain that was starting to be pulled taut from her wanderlust, trying to keep her grounded, pulling on it; hard. Once did nothing. She'd try again. It budged a little bit She pulled again and it finally gave way. However, instead of just leaving it there, Cassandra picked it up, holding both ends of it; one in each hand, her hands settling comfortably around the ends, feeling settled there;
Like there was a grip for her to hold on.
In one hand a gun and in the other..a blade? No, a gunblade. She felt mighty again; fearless. With that feeling, she approached one of the doors and stood in front of it, her knuckles starting to bleed from her beating on each of them and her palms raw from fighting the chain; Cassandra would not complain about that pain. It was nothing.
However, a look at the gun in her one hand, then a look at the door's knob earned a slight smile.
"I've always want to try this." she said, grinning before she pointed the gun at the handle and pulled the trigger.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 8:23 pm
It wasn't just the doorknob that shattered to pieces, but the entire door. All of the doors, and the darkness that held them, everything shattered before her. "And here I was worried you were going for your pretty little head again. Well done, my dear. Very well done." ((OOC: Congrats on the successful awakening! Please post following the prompt on page 13 here to wrap things up ICly for your char!))
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