2011-05-31

[video] Enter the snotty little brat

[Contacting other people on the Vine? Asking for help? That is a loser thing that only losers do! Which is why the New Kid here has elected to wander off and occupy herself in making a flower crown and then exploring. She's scaling a statue in the memorial garden when the Vine, annoyed at the neglect, starts broadcasting. There are a few moments of unexciting and self-absorbed childhood innocence before she notices that she's on candid camera, at which point her expression darkens with annoyance.]

What're you lookin' at?

3rd Turn [Video]

[The beach has looked so inviting that Kallen merely couldn't resist paying it a visit anymore. The surf, the sand, the sun, it all looks like far too much fun. So, while she thought no one was around much, and no one would see, she's made her way out onto the beach to get a little sunbathing in. She's even made herself a swimsuit just for the occasion.

Of course, this is the Garden, and privacy is a very rare concept. So one of the Vines has, naturally, curled up to take a peek, broadcasting her bikini-clad body for all to see. Too bad, because she looks so at peace, so content. But it won't last. Not after she learns she's been spotted.

And the meltdown comes in three, two...]

twelve

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[She is lying down in the grass, in that white dress, staring up at the sky with a contemplative look. How to explain this? How to understand it? She only recalled the water, the stench and lack of presence of those soulless beings, and that fire in her veins, the hate and attraction and multi faceted lust singing through her blood. To be so wrenched from that was laces suddenly tightened, a swift end to a once functional limb. Pain, sharp and utterly uncalled for. Frustrating, for she could still feel a burn in her, ebbing away so slowly it might not even be doing so.

Grell tilts her head to the side to see the mirror, a smile on her lips to distract from the warring emotions. She looks back up to the sky, but begins to speak a bit of her mind.]

Where exactly in time do we fall? With it, or without it? In it, or outside it? Months are compressed into two lives, one with the absolute and one where everything can happen. One with a chill, and one with warmth.

...Don't mind my vague ramblings. I've just got to sort out a few things.

sixth

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[It had been like sleeping, but not. Quicker, easier, and softer. Without pain. Thoughts like bubbles to be examined at leisure, and time meant nothing. She had touched it before, but never like that, never like it had been. How long, she would not ask or tell. The Vine was ignored in favour of thought.

It should have kept her. She was an aimless drifter now, one without a city, without a cause, a woman with a heavy arm and a former name. Pathetic, and nothing worthy of being chosen. That solitude, that serenity accepted all, she had a place there. Here, it was attempting to fit an oddly shaped rod into a regular slot. The difference was, could she learn to understand it?

It called for a cigarette and walking, she thought. So Jill grabbed her coat, lit one, and began to take her steps around the Gardens, trying to recall that softness, seeing if it eased anything, or if mental scolding and chiding would do better.]

[[ooc: She can be found anywhere you'd like!]]