Gloria Lusane--Capitol --- FINISHED :)

Gloria Lusane




Hey Gloria?
Are you standing close to the edge?
Lookout to the setting sun
The brink of your vision
Eternal youth is a landscape of the lie

Wrinkles in the Capitol are not a sign of beauty. Until you see Gloria. She's wrinkly and old and AMAZING. Her body hunches over with her 77 years, making her appear frail and broken. Oh how false that is. Gloria Bosstine might be old, but frail and broken she is not. In her heyday she was the life of the party. She was the belle of the ball. Now, Gloria is...fun. She sparkles with a never ending childlike enthusiasm. She is free.

Her greying hair, normally blonde in color, is kept short and often pokes out in random ways giving her a frantic look. Her eyes green as the freshest grass will sparkle out at you from droopind lids with such enthusiasm and childlike joy you might just forget that she's old enough to be a great grandmother. Her hands are wrinkled and spoted. Her teeth replaced by dentures, but there is still asmile that lives on that old bats face. The laugh lines and creases tell the story that her mind can't make out.

Lumpy and saggy her body no longer resembles the beautiful dancer's frame she used to have. The slender waist now thick and low, her perky breasts now sag to belly button. Her clothes never seem to match properly and that is okay. If it wasn't for her lovers she'd be a constant cartoon of a woman, running around in neon colors and random prints. At least they keep her in check, or try to. Gloria doesn't care either way, a woman of her age does what she wants, how she wants, when she wants.


Its just hard for people to understand Gloria. Her crazy ways, her random out bursts, she never used to be like that. She used to be normal. Now she has no filter, no reserve, no shame. Babbling on about the unicorns in the soup she doesn't understand why no one listens. Her words are truth at least in her mind. She is the only one who knows what is really going on in there. Yet with random moments of being lucid she finds that the world around here has changed so much from the days of her youth.

She giggles and laughs and find things beautiful that seem to have passed others by. Never remembering who actually said what or belongs where. Its all new in her eyes. She will look you square in the eyes after you tell her name and ask who you are. She just doesn't understand. Her love has never faultered for the women she has spent her life with. They mean the world to her. They are her lovers, her best friends, her life. Even if she knows she's nothing but a walking, talking, burden.

Life is just a never ending adventure to her wild mind. Its a place always full of new things because everyday is different, and with the piles of money she's amassed or been inherited to she'll never run out of adventures. Or smiles. Part of losing your mind is finding your fun...and Gloria will never be out of fun. If anything, she'll be having fun til the day she dies.



Most of her early life was filled with the horrors and terrifying nights of the Dark Days. Always worried some Rebel would come and bomb her home in the Capitol. That someone would infiltrate the Dance School she attended and blow it up. That something in her life would go wrong...and so her first 15 years were that of a spoiled rich girl, terrified that someone was going to rip it away. Leaving her with nothing at all. That she would be nothing but a forgotten glimpse in the mirror to a passerby. She remembers the fear running rampant through them all.

Its hard to explain what her life was like back then when she can't even tell you who you are. She tries to think of it and flashes of memories slice through like a hot knife through butter, and then they are gone as if they were never really hers to begin with. Most of what she thought was her life wasn't really anything more than stories her friends and lovers told her. There was once a time she was a famous dancer they said and that she would light up the stage like the most luminious star they said...but Gloria doesn't remember a thing. Sometimes the scratching of tulle in a dress she slips on reminds her of a life, so very far away.

Most of her adult life was spent flitting from this party to that. From this man to that, feeling so empty inside. Til she met her lovers. They opened up doors that she never imagined. made her feel things she never knew she could. Years and Years they have spent together. Through the good times, the bad, and now though this mental failure she has become. They all spent so much time, trying to figure out how to fix her, how to make this stop. But now, oh now, that they accept that she is just going to be this way, Gloria is the life of the old time party.