lingering in limbo {taurus/neptune/rowdy}
Nov 25, 2015 15:47:27 GMT -5
Post by mat on Nov 25, 2015 15:47:27 GMT -5
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rodrick benstaloe
Everything seems to be pitch black. I hear nothing, see nothing in the distance (wherever the distance is). My taste is completely numb. I feel nothing but the void all around me. I’m just waking up from a horrid dream, and I can finally just be reunited with Rodney, the one true person I have loved in this life. I loved Daria, but she was nothing more than a dream. If I could find someone like her in the real world, I would drop everything and run into her arms, but nothing in dreams will become reality. No déjà vu.
I wish I could have stayed in my dreams, so I could build true relationships. I never wanted to be reaped into the Hunger Games, but I loved Heather and Tyler, and Daria too. I want to have one more chance to fight Jequirity Eckhart in order to finish what she had started. I wish I could challenge Saxton Hale to one last duel, so I could show my dominance without the assistance of several others in order to kill her. I would take Leo Everitt’s arm and beat down on her with a bat because it is partially her fault that I am in the darkness of an abyss. It is her fault, Jack’s fault, Leo’s fault, Odile’s fault. They are all blamed by me, but I know that the real problem was myself. And even though I won three battles, drew in one, and lost the other, ultimately, I did not win the war. War will not end until we raise the white flag of cowardice.
Suddenly, a buzzing stings comes into audio, blaring into my head. It’s a big ordeal to think as the noise gets louder, and more ear-piercing. I now feel the delicacy of what feel like hands touching a soft and flexible surface (maybe something such as sand). I smell the saltwater of an ocean like the one in my dreams. I listen as the buzzing lowers. I can hear the roars of the ocean as they feel like they’re coming closer.
The colors begin to form. First are the light grey clouds at come together like puffs of smoke flying up into the air and then remaining. Next, the cerulean color of the ocean, with the small white waves out in the distance. Then a dark gray, almost black, color forms under me. They are solid and hard, like the rocks of the beach. I turn my head and see the cliff, similar to the one I sat on with Daria right before Saxton and Jack came in in hopes of getting revenge.
There only thing that is concerning about the area is the scenery. Last time I saw this place, it was with a horrible decor of red over the rocks. The blood dyed the water red, but now it is as blue as my fingers in the cold, crisp air. Am I still alive? Was everything just an illusion?
There are only a few moments before I realize that I only had one arm. Jequirity Eckhart chopped mine off like a carrot. She must still have it. God damnit. You can’t even let me keep what was mine? An arm for an arm, I suppose.
I look around, trying to find them. I want to be with Daria again. I want to guide Heather when she is blinded. I want to hear Tyler’s soft words again. Goodbye, cowboy. See you on the other side.
Is this the other side, or am I still fighting?
I have nothing, and I realize that there is nobody. Nobody running from anyone, no severed limbs. Everything is peaceful, the exact opposite of what I left it at.
I’m still fighting. I may have lost one battle, but I still have a war to fight.
rodrick benstaloe
our lives are like a game of cards
the hand we get is determinism
the way we play is free will
but now, it is time to fold
the hand we get is determinism
the way we play is free will
but now, it is time to fold
Everything seems to be pitch black. I hear nothing, see nothing in the distance (wherever the distance is). My taste is completely numb. I feel nothing but the void all around me. I’m just waking up from a horrid dream, and I can finally just be reunited with Rodney, the one true person I have loved in this life. I loved Daria, but she was nothing more than a dream. If I could find someone like her in the real world, I would drop everything and run into her arms, but nothing in dreams will become reality. No déjà vu.
I wish I could have stayed in my dreams, so I could build true relationships. I never wanted to be reaped into the Hunger Games, but I loved Heather and Tyler, and Daria too. I want to have one more chance to fight Jequirity Eckhart in order to finish what she had started. I wish I could challenge Saxton Hale to one last duel, so I could show my dominance without the assistance of several others in order to kill her. I would take Leo Everitt’s arm and beat down on her with a bat because it is partially her fault that I am in the darkness of an abyss. It is her fault, Jack’s fault, Leo’s fault, Odile’s fault. They are all blamed by me, but I know that the real problem was myself. And even though I won three battles, drew in one, and lost the other, ultimately, I did not win the war. War will not end until we raise the white flag of cowardice.
Suddenly, a buzzing stings comes into audio, blaring into my head. It’s a big ordeal to think as the noise gets louder, and more ear-piercing. I now feel the delicacy of what feel like hands touching a soft and flexible surface (maybe something such as sand). I smell the saltwater of an ocean like the one in my dreams. I listen as the buzzing lowers. I can hear the roars of the ocean as they feel like they’re coming closer.
The colors begin to form. First are the light grey clouds at come together like puffs of smoke flying up into the air and then remaining. Next, the cerulean color of the ocean, with the small white waves out in the distance. Then a dark gray, almost black, color forms under me. They are solid and hard, like the rocks of the beach. I turn my head and see the cliff, similar to the one I sat on with Daria right before Saxton and Jack came in in hopes of getting revenge.
There only thing that is concerning about the area is the scenery. Last time I saw this place, it was with a horrible decor of red over the rocks. The blood dyed the water red, but now it is as blue as my fingers in the cold, crisp air. Am I still alive? Was everything just an illusion?
There are only a few moments before I realize that I only had one arm. Jequirity Eckhart chopped mine off like a carrot. She must still have it. God damnit. You can’t even let me keep what was mine? An arm for an arm, I suppose.
I look around, trying to find them. I want to be with Daria again. I want to guide Heather when she is blinded. I want to hear Tyler’s soft words again. Goodbye, cowboy. See you on the other side.
Is this the other side, or am I still fighting?
I have nothing, and I realize that there is nobody. Nobody running from anyone, no severed limbs. Everything is peaceful, the exact opposite of what I left it at.
I’m still fighting. I may have lost one battle, but I still have a war to fight.