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Post by zotho on Feb 9, 2015 20:40:52 GMT -5
.: CHASKE PARKS :.
{district nine : 69th tribute}
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Post by zotho on Feb 14, 2015 20:15:18 GMT -5
if you must leave darling
leave as though fire burns under your feet
and if you must die, sweetheart
die knowing your life was my life's best part
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Post by zotho on Feb 14, 2015 20:17:28 GMT -5
if you must leave darling
leave as though fire burns under your feet
and if you must die, sweetheart
die knowing your life was my life's best part
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Post by zotho on Feb 16, 2015 1:13:03 GMT -5
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Post by zotho on Feb 20, 2015 19:53:49 GMT -5
POST ONE  This is what I was born to do. I've stared death in the face and stared down the barrel of a gun and come out alive. I relish in the thrill of dangling at the edge of death, thrive in the need to prove myself worthy. And I am worthy. My heart beats faster than it does in the arenas back home where I'm fighting with nothing but fists and teeth, rage trapped between my fingers to be set free at the end of every receiver. Amberly was born to love, to care, to thrive in the heat of socialization. I was born to rage, to fight, to live in the heat of the moment. I laugh as I strike them all down, no better than the imbeciles in Fight Club back home.
Who's your Queen now, Two? Watch her rule.
[hedvig attacks ____ with ____ ]
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Post by zotho on Feb 20, 2015 20:21:18 GMT -5
INTRO
Five.
("Stay here."
"Don't leave me!"
"I'll never leave you. Never, I promise.")
Four.
I'm ready - and I'll let everyone know it. I stretch my arms out, cracking my fingers, casting a menacing grin out to all those terrified little faces. Ha, I think, they don't know what they're in for. The whole world is watching and waiting for me to rise or fall. I've known falling into a darkness within myself but fuck you if you think I'm going to do that again. I'm a fighter. I'm a gladiator. This arena is meant for us: the elite, the best of the best, the warriors of this world.
Three.
I've seen people die. (I'm not scared.)
I've seen my parents shot dead in front of me. (I'm not scared.)
I don't care if my allies are killed by my own hand or someone else's. I'm not scared to fight for my life by myself. I do that every day.
(I'm not scared.)
(I'm not scared.)
But am I scared to die?
Maybe.
Two.
They've set fire to my heart only to throw me in this freezing wasteland. Perhaps I was the one to strike the match when I called out into the crowds to thrust me into victory, or set a spark alight in that Training Centre as I pummeled the trainer to near ash. But here in this circle ice tries to gnaw at my skin but you can't melt something that was already stone cold to begin with. My heart thaws my chest with every beat beat beat beat beat beat beat, fuck everyone here because I deserve this. I protect those I love - Amberly, Kiefer crosses my mind, although I daren't admit that now and only Amberly. I feel her warmth, her delight, her intricate kindness in my chest. We came from the same beginning - the same heart, the same lungs, the same mind. I breathe in the cold air and focus, promising to never let this heart stop beating. If I die, it will destroy both of us.
One.
I can't die. Because I made a promise, and I'll be Ripred-damned if I don't keep it.
Run.
I sprint head-first into the icy wonders, a girl filled with fire in her heart and scorching skin about to burn this fucking place down.
[hedvig enters the bb]
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Post by zotho on Feb 20, 2015 21:24:13 GMT -5
[2:22:32 p.m. | Edited 2:23:03 p.m.] Zoë: INTRO
Five.
("Stay here."
"Don't leave me!"
"I'll never leave you. Never, I promise.")
Four.
I'm ready - and I'll let everyone know it. I stretch my arms out, cracking my fingers, casting a menacing grin out to all those terrified little faces. Ha, I think, they don't know what they're in for. The whole world is watching and waiting for me to rise or fall. I've known falling into a darkness within myself but fuck you if you think I'm going to do that again. I'm a fighter. I'm a gladiator. This arena is meant for us: the elite, the best of the best, the warriors of this world.
Three.
I've seen people die. (I'm not scared.)
I've seen my parents shot dead in front of me. (I'm not scared.)
I don't care if my allies are killed by my own hand or someone else's. I'm not scared to fight for my life by myself. I do that every day.
(I'm not scared.)
(I'm not scared.)
But am I scared to die?
Maybe.
Two.
They've set fire to my heart only to throw me in this freezing wasteland. Perhaps I was the one to strike the match when I called out into the crowds to thrust me into victory, or set a spark alight in that Training Centre as I pummeled the trainer to near ash. But here in this circle ice tries to gnaw at my skin but you can't melt something that was already stone cold to begin with. My heart thaws my chest with every beat beat beat beat beat beat beat, fuck everyone here because I deserve this. I protect those I love - Amberly, Kiefer crosses my mind, although I daren't admit that now and only Amberly. I feel her warmth, her delight, her intricate kindness in my chest. We came from the same beginning - the same heart, the same lungs, the same mind. I breathe in the cold air and focus, promising to never let this heart stop beating. If I die, it will destroy both of us.
One.
I can't die. Because I made a promise, and I'll be Ripred-damned if I don't keep it.
Run.
I sprint head-first into the icy wonders, a girl filled with fire in her heart and scorching skin about to burn this fucking place down.
[hedvig enters the bb]
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("Stay here."
"Don't leave me!"
"I'll never leave you. Never, I promise.")
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I'm ready - and I'll let everyone know it. I stretch my arms out, cracking my fingers, casting a menacing grin out to all those terrified little faces. [i]Ha, [/i]I think, [i]they don't know what they're in for. [/i]The whole world is watching and waiting for me to rise or fall. I've known falling into a darkness within myself but [i]fuck you [/i]if you think I'm going to do that again. I'm a fighter. I'm a gladiator. This arena is meant for us: the elite, the best of the best, the warriors of this world.
[div style="text-align:right;"][i][b]Three.[/b][/i][/div]
I've seen people die. (I'm not scared.)
I've seen my parents shot dead in front of me. (I'm not scared.)
I don't care if my allies are killed by my own hand or someone else's. I'm not scared to fight for my life by myself. I do that every day.
(I'm not scared.)
(I'm[i] not[/i] scared.)
But am I scared to die?
Maybe.
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They've set fire to my heart only to throw me in this freezing wasteland. Perhaps I was the one to strike the match when I called out into the crowds to thrust [i]me [/i]into victory, or set a spark alight in that Training Centre as I pummeled the trainer to near ash. But here in this circle ice tries to gnaw at my skin but you can't melt something that was already stone cold to begin with. My heart thaws my chest with every [i]beat beat beat beat beat beat beat, [/i]fuck everyone here because [i]I [/i]deserve this. I protect those I love - Amberly, [s]Kiefer crosses my mind, although I daren't admit that now[/s] and only Amberly. I feel her warmth, her delight, her intricate kindness in my chest. We came from the same beginning - the same heart, the same lungs, the same mind. I breathe in the cold air and focus, promising to never let this heart stop beating. If I die, it will destroy both of us.
[div style="text-align:right;"][i][b]One.[/b][/i][/div]
I can't die. Because I made a promise, and I'll be Ripred-damned if I don't keep it.
[div style="text-align:right;"][i][b]Run.[/b][/i][/div]
I sprint head-first into the icy wonders, a girl filled with fire in her heart and scorching skin about to burn this fucking place down.[/font]
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[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/div][/div][2:23:25 p.m.] Zoë: POST ONE This is what I was born to do. I've stared death in the face and stared down the barrel of a gun and come out alive. I relish in the thrill of dangling at the edge of death, thrive in the need to prove myself worthy. And I am worthy. My heart beats faster than it does in the arenas back home where I'm fighting with nothing but fists and teeth, rage trapped between my fingers to be set free at the end of every receiver. Amberly was born to love, to care, to thrive in the heat of socialization. I was born to rage, to fight, to live in the heat of the moment. I laugh as I strike them all down, no better than the imbeciles in Fight Club back home.
Who's your Queen now, Two? Watch her rule.
[hedvig attacks ____ with unarmed ]
diceroll
[damage]
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[/font][font face="georgia" style="font-style:italic;"]Who's your Queen now, Two? Watch her rule.[/font]
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[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/div][/div][2:33:40 p.m.] Zoë: POST TWO: My parents killer told me that I should never go making deals. Only now do I realise I've done just what he warned me never to do. I made a deal to the Capitol to show them my talents in exchange for a shot at glory. I made a deal with Wynter Rochelle to protect her sister in exchange for my own. I made a deal with these kids to watch my back in exchange for watching theirs. (I could easily take this weapon and stab them where I swore not to - but so could they.) I made a deal with the world to fight until I can't fight anymore in exchange for my name in lights. Deals I made that put my sister at risk. If I don't make it out.... My thoughts rush to Amberly for a split second: if they touch her-No. They're gone. Nobody can touch her here. Nobody can hurt her. She is safe and I am in the danger zone, blood already spilling the white floors. It makes me sick, revoltion threatening to spill from my mouth. Instead, I grit my teeth and charge forward to victory. My parents killer told me that I should never go making deals. Only now do I realise I've done just what he warned me never to do. I made a deal to the Capitol to show them my talents in exchange for a shot at glory. I made a deal with Wynter Rochelle to protect her sister in exchange for my own. I made a deal with these kids to watch my back in exchange for watching theirs. (I could easily take this weapon and stab them where I swore not to - but so could they.) I made a deal with the world to fight until I can't fight anymore in exchange for my name in lights. Deals I made that put my sister at risk. If I don't make it out.... My thoughts rush to Amberly for a split second: [i]if they touch her-[/i]
No. They're gone. Nobody can touch her here. Nobody can hurt her. She is safe and I am in the danger zone, blood already spilling the white floors. It makes me [i]sick[/i], revoltion threatening to spill from my mouth. Instead, I grit my teeth and charge forward to victory.
[hedvig attacks ____ with ____]
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[damage][2:39:11 p.m.] Zoë: POST THREE: There's blood in my mouth. I'm no stranger to the taste, wiping it off of my hands, face, everywhere, dripping in sweat after a fight. This madness is like a fighting ring - only I'm facing 23 others instead of one. For once I am alone: just I and the blood pumping from my erratic heart against the world. I feel strength in the handle of my weapon, watching the undeserving fall like the weak pieces that they are. I feel strength in my past, my present, my future. I feel strength in all those tireless hours I spent fighting for my life, fighting for my sister, fighting for all I’ve known. There's blood in my mouth and I spit it onto the ice below me, a scarlet-stained grin lighting this place up like fire. There's blood in my mouth. I'm no stranger to the taste, wiping it off of my hands, face, everywhere, dripping in sweat after a fight. This madness is like a fighting ring - only I'm facing 23 others instead of one. For once I am alone: just I and the blood pumping from my erratic heart against the world. I feel strength in the handle of my weapon, watching the undeserving fall like the weak pieces that they are. I feel strength in my past, my present, my future. I feel strength in all those tireless hours I spent fighting for my life, fighting for my sister, fighting for all I’ve known. There's blood in my mouth and I spit it onto the ice below me, a scarlet-stained grin lighting this place up like fire.
[hedvig attacks ____ with ____]
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[damage][2:46:16 p.m.] Zoë: POST FOUR: I wonder if the canons here sound like gunshots. Amber and I would always flinch at the television screens when tributes would fall, our adoptive parents sending each-other quizical looks. Our 'mother' would ask with a patronising voice "Why on earth is Amberly singing that song? Look at the screen child, open your eyes!" I sent her a glare that could slice (a gash deeper than a cavern appears on someone's skin) and carve (I hear bodies hitting the ice in an avalanche of death) and kill (there's a burning in my veins that's travelled from my scorching heart that needs to feel them all dying), and they left Amber to her own devices. Gunshots can't be heard when you're huddled in the dark singing a song to yourself. They can when you're staring straight at the shooter. I stare into the face of an icy death and tremble as they fire. I wonder if the canons here sound like gunshots. Amber and I would always [i]flinch[/i] at the television screens when tributes would fall, our adoptive parents sending each-other quizical looks. Our 'mother' would ask with a patronising voice "Why on earth is Amberly singing that song? Look at the screen child, open your eyes!" I sent her a glare that could [i]slice[/i] (a gash deeper than a cavern appears on someone's skin) and [i]carve[/i] (I hear bodies hitting the ice in an avalanche of death) and [i]kill[/i] (there's a burning in my veins that's travelled from my scorching heart that needs to feel them all [i]dying[/i]), and they left Amber to her own devices. Gunshots can't be heard when you're huddled in the dark singing a song to yourself. They can when you're staring straight at the shooter. I stare into the face of an icy death and tremble as they fire.
[hedvig attacks ____ with ____]
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[damage]Zoë: POST FIVE If I were made of ice and Amber of fire, I'd still never leave her side. A burning inferno of good and a freezing construction of bad, we have spent our lives evening out our bruises. When her heart burns too brightly and threatens to explode, when her hands shake and her breathing quickens and her anxious bursts simmer on her skin I wrap her up in ice and freeze her troubles. When I would slice and scratch at the innocent, a heart too hard to soften blows, she would insist I burnt as brightly as her. But if Amber's heart were the sun, I would be collapsing - destructive, unstoppable, molten - until all that was left was the age of ice, snowflakes, and bitter bites of the freezing night. I am the ice - always cold. Always sharp. Always cracking underneath your feet. Fools. This arena was built just for me.If I were made of ice and Amber of fire, I'd still never leave her side. A burning inferno of [i]good[/i] and a freezing construction of [i]bad[/i], we have spent our lives evening out our bruises. When her heart burns too brightly and threatens to explode, when her hands shake and her breathing quickens and her anxious bursts simmer on her skin I wrap her up in ice and freeze her troubles. When I would slice and scratch at the innocent, a heart too hard to soften blows, she would insist I burnt as brightly as her. But if Amber's heart were the sun, I would be collapsing - destructive, unstoppable, molten - until all that was left was the age of ice, snowflakes, and bitter bites of the freezing night. I am the ice - always cold. Always sharp. Always cracking underneath your feet.
[i]Fools. This arena was built just for me.[/i]
[hedvig attacks ____ with ____]
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[damage][2:56:33 p.m. | Edited 3:04:09 p.m.] Zoë: POST SIX Scarlet, velveteen, ruby rose. It falls through the air in droplets, taints our pure (or not-so innocent) hearts. I belong here, for all those as white as snow who are now just witnessing the bloodshed that lies within everyone fall into their pale destinies. I have not lived in velvet-red, nor in crystal-clear shades of white. I have existed in the dark of the night, endless emptiness, flecked with scarlet strength and silver steel. Red is not a shock to me. In fact, it is comforting. I can't see red in the darkness, but as the ice falls into existence it does not scare me. It feels, oddly enough, like home. Scarlet, velveteen, ruby rose. It falls through the air in droplets, taints our pure (or not-so innocent) hearts. I belong here, for all those as white as snow who are now just witnessing the bloodshed that lies within everyone fall into their pale destinies. I have not lived in velvet-red, nor in crystal-clear shades of white. I have existed in the dark of the night, endless emptiness, flecked with scarlet strength and silver steel. Red is not a shock to me. In fact, it is comforting. I can't see red in the darkness, but as the ice falls into existence it does not scare me. It feels, oddly enough, like home.
[hedvig attacks ____ with ____]
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[damage][3:10:55 p.m.] Zoë: POST SEVEN When I was a child I thought everything about me was doomed. I believed that my existence was cursed - that everything that happened to me was to be ruined. And now I've taken my retched life into my own hands it seems as though I've turned the tables. Instead of fate casting the worst hands down on me, I've taken it upon myself to turn into a ruin. The need to prove myself forced me to volunteer - and I'm not saying I regret that. I question whether or not my words were cursed by my own choice, or by a force within this world that I cannot control. Because if there's one thing I can't grasp in my life, it's who around me lives and dies. I can decide if I live or die. I can. I must. Right?When I was a child I thought everything about me was doomed. I believed that my existence was cursed - that everything that happened to me was to be ruined. And now I've taken my retched life into my own hands it seems as though I've turned the tables. Instead of fate casting the worst hands down on me, I've taken it upon myself to turn into a ruin. The need to prove myself forced me to volunteer - and I'm not saying I regret that. I question whether or not my words were cursed by my own choice, or by a force within this world that I cannot control. Because if there's one thing I can't grasp in my life, it's who around me lives and dies. I can decide if I live or die. I can. I must. [i][s]Right?[/s][/i]
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[damage][3:15:44 p.m.] Zoë: POST EIGHT ("When I get older, I'm gonna fight bad guys." "All on your own? You tough enough for that?") Yes, Kiefer. I'm tough enough to take on all of them. But not at once. Lex dances, ever the career, through the storm of blood with ease. Margaret - just Maragaret, she had insisted - is more cautious, careful, taking her shots with care. I knew I'd picked the right underdog, and the thought makes me smile. ("Maybe you can fight them with me?") If only he were here. We'd be unstoppable. And a part of him is here, wrapped around my neck, hammering at my chest. From the other side, my heart beats in time - and I swear it quickes at the thought of him. ("Don't have too much fun without me. Okay, Heddy?") I slam my weapon at the nearest movement and laugh, drinking in the thrill of the chase. ("I won't, Kei." ) Or perhaps I will. ("When I get older, I'm gonna fight bad guys."
"All on your own? You tough enough for that?")
Yes, Kiefer. I'm tough enough to take on all of them. But not at once. Lex dances, ever the career, through the storm of blood with ease. Margaret - [i]just[/i] Maragaret, she had insisted - is more cautious, careful, taking her shots with care. I knew I'd picked the right underdog, and the thought makes me smile.
("Maybe you can fight them with me?")
If only he were here. We'd be unstoppable. And a part of him is here, wrapped around my neck, hammering at my chest. From the other side, my heart beats in time - and I swear it quickes at the thought of him.
("Don't have too much fun without me. Okay, Heddy?")
I slam my weapon at the nearest movement and [i]laugh[/i], drinking in the thrill of the chase.
("I won't, Kei." )
Or perhaps I will.
[hedvig attacks ____ with ____]
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[damage][3:19:20 p.m.] Zoë: POST NINE: Once upon a-Something unrecognisable - bloody, that's all I can register, blood - falls in front of me. This is no place for fairytales, even if I do see a looming ice palace ahead that longs for me to rule. Once upon a-Screams echo around this endless winter. I wonder if Wynter resents me for taking her place. And then I remember that I really don't care. I am here being great, being remembered, being brilliant in her sister's place, and she isn't. I wonder why she didn't speak up at the reaping. Once upon a-I think there's a dead body in front of me. Not again, not again, not a dead body please no- I don't need to wonder any more. [i]Once upon a-[/i]
Something unrecognisable - bloody, that's all I can register, [i]blood[/i] - falls in front of me. This is no place for fairytales, even if I do see a looming ice palace ahead that longs for me to rule.
[i]Once upon a-[/i]
Screams echo around this endless winter. I wonder if Wynter resents me for taking her place. And then I remember that I really don't care. I am here being great, being remembered, being [i]brilliant[/i] in her sister's place, and she isn't.
I wonder why she didn't speak up at the reaping.
[i]Once upon a-[/i]
I think there's a dead body in front of me. Not again, not again, not a dead body please no-
I don't need to wonder any more.
[hedvig attacks ____ with ____]
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[damage]FLEE ONE: You can't keep fighting forever. Even a fool knows when to give up and I'm far from one of those. I see hope diminishing in their eyes with every swing of my arm, weapons casting down punishments for not being good enough on those who were too stupid to come here unprepared. These idiots will tear each other apart but I won't let some nobody finish me off. I won't let anybody finish me. I am the writer of my own fate, nobody else. I began this story with two simple words and I'll finish it with two more. "Let's go!" I scream to Lex and Margaret, my lifeline of items clenched in one hand and my destroyer of hope in the other. [ hedvig flees the bloodbath ] You can't keep fighting forever. Even a fool knows when to give up and I'm far from one of those. I see hope diminishing in their eyes with every swing of my arm, weapons casting down punishments for not being good enough on those who were too stupid to come here unprepared. These idiots will tear each other apart but I won't let some nobody finish me off. I won't let anybody finish me. I am the writer of my own fate, nobody else. I began this story with two simple words and I'll finish it with two more.
[i]"Let's go!"[/i] I scream to Lex and Margaret, my lifeline of items clenched in one hand and my destroyer of hope in the other.
[ hedvig flees the bloodbath ]FLEE TWO: My leg- There's something wrong with my- "FUCK!" I scream, eyes brimming with pain, arm wildly swinging about to catch whomever did this. Bastards. I heave into my thoughts - I've hit nothing, I don't know who did this but they're going to pay. I can't show anyone that I'm weak - god forbid they tear me down. You're only as strong as your weakest point and I need to get out alive or - heaven forbid - go down as a hopeless lost cause before the Games really begin. "LEX!" Where is he? "MARGARET!"Help me. Shit. Help me. My leg-
There's something wrong with my-
[i]"FUCK!"[/i] I scream, eyes brimming with pain, arm wildly swinging about to catch whomever did this. [i]Bastards[/i]. I heave into my thoughts - I've hit nothing, I don't know who did this but they're going to [i]pay[/i]. I can't show anyone that I'm weak - god forbid they tear me down. You're only as strong as your weakest point and I need to get out alive or - heaven forbid - go down as a hopeless lost cause before the Games really begin.
[i]"LEX!"[/i] Where is he? [i]"MARGARET!"[/i]
Help me. Shit. Help me.
[flee 2/3]FLEE THREE: Mother fucker.I can't fall down now - I've barely even begun climbing. And that damn ice castle needs climbing. No, it needs conquering. I grit my teeth and glare at the ground, surprised that the ice doesn't crack with the force of my anger. I am an earthquake ready to split this place in half, laugh as their bodies fall into the earth, rage as they shake but still stay standing, quiver with every emotion until they're left shaking with fear when I'm long gone. I'll conquer this place. I'll stay standing. I just have to stay alive first. Mother[i]fucker.[/i]
I can't fall down now - I've barely even begun climbing. And that damn ice castle needs climbing. No, it needs [i]conquering.[/i] I grit my teeth and glare at the ground, surprised that the ice doesn't [i]crack[/i] with the force of my anger. I am an earthquake ready to split this place in half, laugh as their bodies fall into the earth, rage as they shake but still stay standing, quiver with every emotion until they're left shaking with fear when I'm long gone. I'll conquer this place. I'll stay standing.
I just have to stay alive first.
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Post by zotho on Mar 16, 2015 22:18:01 GMT -5
[presto] i've watched you crash and burn a thousand times again
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Post by zotho on May 16, 2015 1:41:27 GMT -5
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Post by zotho on Jun 13, 2015 18:40:51 GMT -5
"when your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. sing your death song, and die like a hero going home."
don't bring tomorrow 'cause i already know i'll lose this auto extends yayy hfdsfsk fhsjfds fdhkjsgfsj
by tomorrow we'll be swimming with the fishes leave our troubles in the sand. heyyyy
and when the sun comes up, we'll be nothing but dust, just the outlines of our hands
"the woods are lovely, dark and deep. but i have promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep."
by tomorrow we'll be lost amongst the leaves, in a wind that chills the skeletons of trees, heyo
and when the moon, it shines, i will leave two lines. find my love - then find me.
don't bring tomorrow 'cause i already know i'll lose
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Post by zotho on Jun 13, 2015 18:52:19 GMT -5
"when your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. sing your death song, and die like a hero going home."
by tomorrow
we'll be swimming with the fishes
leave our troubles in the sand. heyyyy
and when the sun comes up, we'll be nothing but dust, just the outlines of our hands
"the woods are lovely, dark and deep. but i have promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep."
by tomorrow we'll be lost amongst the leaves, in a wind that chills the skeletons of trees, heyo
and when the moon, it shines, i will leave two lines. find my love - then find me.
don't bring tomorrow 'cause i already know i'll lose
this auto-extends!
"each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death." |
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Post by zotho on Jun 13, 2015 19:01:07 GMT -5
<div align="center"><div style="width:380px;background-color:#f2f2f5;"> <div style="width:350px;background-color:#e5e5e5;border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;border-radius:0px;"><div style="text-align:justify;"><div align="justify"><blockquote> <div style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:right;"><font color="#606a70"><br></font></div><font color="#606a70"><div style="text-align:right;"><span style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10pt;"><br><div style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:10pt;">"the woods are lovely, dark and deep. </span></div></span></div><font face="times new roman"><div style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:10pt;">but i have promises to keep </span></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:10pt;">and miles to go </span></div><div style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:10pt;">before i sleep." </span></div></font></font><br><br></div><div style="font-size:x-small;text-align:center;"><font style="font-family:georgia;" color="#b3b1b1"><i>don't bring tomorrow</i><br><i>cause i already know</i><br></font><i style="font-family:georgia;"><font color="#b3b1b1">i'll lose.</font><br><br></i><br><div style="text-align:left;"><div style="color:rgb(149, 156, 160);font-family:georgia;text-align:justify;">Monsters aren't lurking in the shadows of my mind or the corners of my conscience, nor are they placed between the spines of trees in the dark or snaps of branches in the daylight. Monsters are real. I can see them in the eyes of these children as they circle me. This place turns them into terrible, bloodthirsty, desperate creatures. I cannot run this time, but my god do I try. </div><div style="text-align:justify;"><font color="#959ca0" face="georgia"><br></font></div><font color="#959ca0" face="georgia"><div style="text-align:justify;">I make the mistake of looking back. </div></font><div style="text-align:justify;"><br></div><font color="#959ca0" face="georgia"><div style="text-align:justify;">And then they strike me down. <br><br>There is red everywhere - how fitting. My ear is on fire. I cannot breathe. I cannot register anything but pain - scorching, white-hot, incandescent pain. They've been waiting seventeen years to catch me and I've been running away all that time. But I'm too tired to run. Too broken. I succumb to my nightmares, letting out a gargled scream as the monsters attack me and I am broken apart - waiting and waiting and waiting to wake up. <br><br><br><b>"Please-" </b>I sputter to no-one and anyone. <b>"Please help-</b>"<br><br><i>Wake up, Rowan.<br></i><br>But I don't wake up. Instead, I fall. And yet as a blade slices at my chest and I feel my body jerk in a final defeat and fall backwards slowly and all at once, I do not hit the dirt-covered ground. Arms encompass me, breaking my fall, and I close my eyes and let them drag me away from this madness. (This must be death - comforting, freeing, almost like I'm flying.)<br><br>Thank you, I want to whisper to my saviour. But my mouth cannot move. <br><br>A voice calls my name. <i>Rowan!</i><br><br>I'm so tired.<br><br><i>Rowan! Rowan!</i><br><br>For a second, I slip into darkness.</div></font><br></div><br><font style="font-family:georgia;" color="#b3b1b1"><i>by tomorrow</i><br><i>we'll be swimming with the fishes</i><br><i>leave our troubles in the sand. <br></i></font><br><br><div style="text-align:left;"><div style="color:rgb(149, 156, 160);font-family:georgia;text-align:justify;">Their voices pull me back. In a blink of an eye I am looking at the sky and curious faces. (I flinch, but their eyes aren't twisted with rage and fear. They look sad, almost. Scared. But not scared enough to hurt me.) Everything hurts and everything is slowing down, a name floats to the surface of my mouth to join a face looking back down at me.</div><div style="text-align:justify;"><br></div><i style="color:rgb(149, 156, 160);font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align:justify;"><i>Stella.</i></div></i><div style="text-align:justify;"><br></div><font color="#959ca0" face="georgia"><div style="text-align:justify;">I want to say thank you but I can't. Instead I force a smile with blood-coated lips and reach up to grab her hand. They are not monsters - they are my saviours.<br><br><b><i>"Th-th-th-tha-thank-"<br></i></b><br>It's too much. It's too much.<br><br>With every syllable I speak my grip on her hand tightens.<br><br>Towering over me, I feel warmth trembling at my forehead. <i>"Sleep,</i>" someone whispers, as if they have known all this time that that is what I've really been fighting for. Battling fear for so, so long, my fight stretching across days and nights and weeks and years.</div></font></div></div><br><div style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;color:rgb(149, 156, 160);font-style:italic;text-align:center;"><br></div><div style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;text-align:center;"><font color="#b3b1b1">and when the sun comes up, </font></div><div style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;text-align:center;"><font color="#b3b1b1">we'll be nothing but dust, </font></div><div style="text-align:center;"><i style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;"><font color="#b3b1b1">just the outlines of our hands</font></i><i style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;color:rgb(149, 156, 160);">.<br></i><div style="font-size:x-small;text-align:right;"><br></div></div><div style="text-align:center;"><div style="text-align:left;"><div style="font-family:georgia;font-size:x-small;text-align:justify;"><span style="color:rgb(149, 156, 160);">I find myself at the base of a tree, wooden steps carved around it's trunk and a harmony calling my name at it's peak. </span><i style="color:rgb(149, 156, 160);">Rowan! Rowan! Rowan! </i></div><font color="#959ca0"><div style="text-align:justify;"><font size="1" face="georgia"><br></font></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align:justify;"><b style="font-weight:bold;">"Mom?"</b><font size="1" face="georgia"> I call out - certain, and yet unsure why.</font></div></span><div style="text-align:justify;"><br></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align:justify;"><i style="font-style:italic;">Rowan!</i><font face="georgia" size="1"> the voice calls again<i>.</i></font><i style="font-style:italic;"> Rowan! Rowan! Rowan!</i></div></span><div style="text-align:justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align:justify;">I begin my ascend - one step, two steps, a hundred more, around and around at lightning speed. I spin through days and years and the world is a blur. I become a beam of light, spiraling upwards, and yet if I blink I can see every single step I take in slow motion. Nothing hurts. There is a warmth here that surround me, hands brushing the rough, calloused skin of the staircase and as I rise higher and higher I can feel my footsteps dance through the stars around me. The world turns from white to blue dazzled with tiny specks of light leaking a thousand different worlds. Still, I trek on. Upwards and upwards, dancing through time itself.<br><br>And suddenly I am propelled forwards, feet grazing the leaves of the earthly staircase, launched high up into the sky and back down again. I do not scream. I do not flinch. Time stops for a moment or two. Then everything falls back into place, including me, and gently I am lifted into a daylight tinted with blue and hazes of green, perched in the highest branches of the thousand-year-old tree.<br><br><i>Rowan! </i>the voice calls from above. I tilt my head to the sky but find nothing but white. <i>Jump, Rowan! </i>it pushes, as if conjured up from the depths of my mind. I turn to crumble into myself, but I find no fear shackled to my body. Instead, I look to the sky and close my eyes.<br><br><i>Sleep.</i><br><br>My body tilts backward and the air billows around my body. Falling, falling, f a l l i n g -<br><br><i>I love you, I love you, I love you Rowan.</i><br><br>- into slumber.</div></font><div style="text-align:justify;"><br></div></font></div><br></div><div style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;text-align:center;"><font color="#b3b1b1">by tomorrow </font></div><div style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;text-align:center;"><font color="#b3b1b1">we'll be lost amongst the leaves, </font></div><div style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;text-align:center;"><i><font color="#b3b1b1">in a wind that chills the skeletons of trees.</font></i><br><br><div style="text-align:left;"><font color="#959ca0"><br>I wake to a bed made of damp earth and dewy grass.<br><br><br><br></font></div></div><br><div style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;color:rgb(149, 156, 160);font-style:italic;text-align:center;"><br></div><div style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;text-align:center;"><font color="#b3b1b1">and when the moon, it shines, </font></div><div style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;text-align:center;"><font color="#b3b1b1">i will leave two lines. </font></div><div style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;text-align:center;"><font color="#b3b1b1">find my love - then find me</font><span style="color:rgb(149, 156, 160);">. <br><br></span></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(149, 156, 160);">"Oh my goodness!" someone shrieks, and all of a sudden the world is encompassed in light. I turn to see a bundle of gold, freckles and laughter scoop me up and twirl me around and around and around. My feet barely find a gritty ground to stand on before she swoops me in for another hug, breathless and exhilarated. </span></div><font color="#959ca0"><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="georgia" size="1"><br></font></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">"It's you!" the stranger sighs, hands at her face in awe. "Oh my goodness, you are just - I am so pleased to see you. Goodness gracious!" (I know that face but my mind cannot find a name. I cannot find anything in my memories at all.) "You're-"</div></font><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-weight: bold;">"<i>Tiger</i>"</b><font face="georgia" size="1"> I breathe, anything and everything flooding my existence. </font>"<b style="font-weight: bold;">You're Tiger."</b></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="georgia" size="1">"No silly," she laughs, shaking her wild head,</font><i> "I</i><font face="georgia" size="1"> am Tiger - and you're-" </font></div></font><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">- "Rowan" another voice interrupts</div></font><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">Only now do I realise there's another girl standing behind us, laughing quietly to herself as she speaks my name. Unlike Tiger, brash and bold, she seems quieter. Wiser.</div></font><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-weight: bold;">"I'm dead, aren't I?</b><font face="georgia" size="1"><b>"</b> I ask, directing my words to the mousy-haired girl in the sand.</font></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">She smiles. It doesn't light up the world like it does when Tiger beams, but I feel easier, lighter, safer when the other girl does it too. "You're quick to catch on. Not like Tiger. It took her a while."</div></font><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">I smile back - deliriously comfortable with where I am and all that is happening. A rolling tide washes ashore - bluer than anything I've ever seen. This place is strangely, eerily beautiful. Much like the girl with the grey eyes.</div></font><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: justify;">"Why am I here? Why any of us?"<font face="georgia" size="1"> I ask, shoulder nudging in the direction of Tiger, darting erratically around the trunks of trees. I smile watching her, easing into all of this. She is warm and happy and harmless, really. I can see why Gavin liked her.</font></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">The girl shrugs, "I don't exactly know. This place was created for me. And then she turned up. And now you." </div></font><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't say anything for a while. The stranger does. "You'll understand eventually. I call it the in-between, or the forever. I like what you've brought."</div></font><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="georgia" size="1"><br></font></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><font face="georgia" size="1">"<i>I've</i> brought?"</font></b></div></font></b><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">"Yes," the girl replies. "The trees."</div></font><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">Perplexed, I look to her for answers.</div></font><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">"Tiger brought the sun. And you brought the trees. They weren't here before you arrived."</div></font><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">For some bizarre reason, it all makes sense. Tiger gallops down back towards us, sand kicking up between her legs and ever as cheerful. "Magical!" she comments. "Simply magical. I've never been in a forest, did you know that? I still cannot believe you are here, right here, of all people! I watched and I hoped, I really did, and now here you are! Gavin will be-"</div></font><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-weight: bold;">"Gavin?"</b><font face="georgia" size="1"> I choke, and I swear the trees sway slightly in time with my body.</font></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">Tiger looks to the other girl and the whole world lights up again. "Aria?"</div></font><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">Aria nods.</div></font><div style="text-align: justify;"><br></div><font face="georgia" size="1"><div style="text-align: justify;">"Follow me" Tiger says, a hand reaching out to take mine. I do so in a heartbeat.<br><br>We walk along the sand, linked at our fingertips, until a figure at the edge of forever steps</div></font><br><br><br></font></div><br></div><div style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;text-align:center;"><font color="#b3b1b1">don't bring tomorrow </font></div><div style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;text-align:center;"><font color="#b3b1b1">'cause i already know </font></div><div style="font-size:x-small;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;text-align:center;"><font color="#b3b1b1">i'll lose you.</font></div><br><div style="text-align:center;"><font color="#606a70" size="2" face="times new roman"><br></font></div><font color="#606a70"><div style="text-align:right;"><div style="text-align:left;"><div style="text-align:center;"><font face="times new roman" size="2">"each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death."</font></div><span style="font-size:small;font-family:'times new roman';"><br><br><br><br><br></span></div></div></font></blockquote></div></div><br></div><div style="width:350px;height:235px;background-color:#f2f2f5;"><img style="max-height:100%;" src="http://i.imgur.com/oK2F75Y.png"></div></div></div><br>
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