{ADANSONIA, heather||d7||wip}
Sept 11, 2010 21:11:54 GMT -5
Post by phunke on Sept 11, 2010 21:11:54 GMT -5
where do we go from here?
how do we carry on?
I can't get beyond the questions.
clambering for the scraps
in the shatter of us collapsed.
that cuts me with every could-have-been.
how do we carry on?
I can't get beyond the questions.
clambering for the scraps
in the shatter of us collapsed.
that cuts me with every could-have-been.
[heather carya adansonia]
she's from no place,
but lives in district seven.
she doesn't count her
own years, but the
higher powers here
know her to be
sixteen.
every cell in the
body she pilots
contains two chromosomes;
both are x-shaped.
pain on pain on play, repeating
with the backup makeshift life in waiting.
with the backup makeshift life in waiting.
a p p e a r a n c e ::
Seeing Heather Carya Adansonia is like an otherworldly experience in itself. She seems to peer at the world through an unending monotone haze. Oddly, she appears neither closed-off nor apathetic; the girl of seventeen merely gives the impression that something other than her mind - perhaps her soul, if souls truly exist - is not within Earth's atmosphere. Far-off, removed, transcendent: it is immediately clear that Heather Carya Adansonia does not belong, or feel she belongs, here.
Short and totally, completely straight - as if formed fastidiously from clay - Heather's nose, while not the focal point of her face, stabilizes it.
{the jaw/chin/ears}
{the forehead}
Important purely because of their betrayal of Heather's emotions, Heather's eyebrows are otherwise uninteresting.
{the eyes: basic}
{the irises}
Heather's pupils, through steady acclimation to the woods, have grown rather averse to pure daylight. Thus, when actually found in a moderately lit area, her pupils contract to a freakishly small size, making her appear fearful. It's a small detail compared to the rest of her face and body, but it is there, and it is noticeable. If one were to look extremely closely at her eyes, they would notice that her right pupil is always slightly larger than the left; however, this level of observation being rare, most people only note the shrunken pupils in general. In her preferred environment of semi-darkness, Heather's pupils expand to a 'normal' size. In total darkness, her eyes have the unique ability to adjust within minutes, giving her decent - if not perfect - night vision.
{the hair}
{the overall 'look'; expressions}
everybody says: "time heals everything."
but what of the wretched hollow?
the endless in-between?
are we just going to wait it out?
but what of the wretched hollow?
the endless in-between?
are we just going to wait it out?
{the neck/shoulders}
{chest/stomach}
{back}
{knees to hips}
{feet and calves}
there's nothing to see here now,
turning the sign around;
we're closed to the Earth 'til further notice.
turning the sign around;
we're closed to the Earth 'til further notice.
{stances/gestures}
{gaits}
{clothing}
{voice}
{general condition; more 'look'}
stumbling cliché case -
crumpled and puffy-faced -
dead in the stare of a thousand miles.
crumpled and puffy-faced -
dead in the stare of a thousand miles.
p e r s o n a l i t y ::
{should my mind wrap itself around this section, it will appear in due time}
{how she seems vs how she is}
{spirits!}
{the woods}
{running}
all I want: only one street-level miracle.
i'll be a an out-and-out, born again from none more cynical.
i'll be a an out-and-out, born again from none more cynical.
{more amazing, inspired descriptions of personality go here}
everybody says that time heals everything all in the end.
but what of the wretched hollow?
the endless in-between?
are we just going to wait it out?
but what of the wretched hollow?
the endless in-between?
are we just going to wait it out?
{hey look! it's even more personality!}
and sit here cold?
we'll be long gone by then.
and lackluster in dust we lay
'round old magazines.
fluorescent lighting sets the scene
for all we could and should be being
in the one life that we've got.
we'll be long gone by then.
and lackluster in dust we lay
'round old magazines.
fluorescent lighting sets the scene
for all we could and should be being
in the one life that we've got.
h i s t o r y ::
{prepare yourself.}
in the one life that we've got.
{M0Ar t3x7z h34r!!1!!}
everybody says that time heals everything.
but what of the wretched hollow?
the endless in-between?
but what of the wretched hollow?
the endless in-between?
{and even more! omfg. this is gonna be hella funto write.}
are we just going to wait it out?
sit here. Just going to wait it out?
sit here cold. Just going to sweat it out?
sit here. Just going to wait it out?
sit here cold. Just going to sweat it out?
{lalala}
wait it out.
i'm all about the muttations
and if you're wondering, it's imogen heap.
[lyrics courtesy of the song Wait It Out]
she's a colorful girl and here are the codes:
text: ddccaa
speaking: 668877
thinking: 556655
lyrics: bb9966 or 996644
and if you're wondering, it's imogen heap.
[lyrics courtesy of the song Wait It Out]
she's a colorful girl and here are the codes:
text: ddccaa
speaking: 668877
thinking: 556655
lyrics: bb9966 or 996644
oh
-mutters about mirror selfies-
