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queenofheartsrp2010-12-16 06:29 pm
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action.
[ She's gotta be hallucinating.
The grass she feels and the air she breathes are that of the island. She's wearing the same clothes she's been wearing for a day, the same clothes she would wear for this morning's performance of "why is Juliet playing along with one of Ben's schemes again?" Her mind can't accept that she's grown so desperate for home that she unflinchingly believes a liar, that she lets her freedom be the wage for working in the name of bullshit: a godlike entity who cures all except the cancer that strikes his chosen one, except the unstoppable force that kills all pregnant women on the island.
Her mind can't accept that she no longer views people as patients, but as tools, a means to an end. That she's wandered far from who she used to be. It's only natural that she would lose her sense of reality after she lost her sense of morality. She's amazed it didn't happen sooner. She just doesn't understand why she's dreamed up this place, of all places, when she's not too big on plants and animals. And women. And the boring but cozy sweater and jeans combo she wore all day yesterday, was going to wear today, but is now being carried in her arms as she looks about her improbable hallucination.
This isn't real, so what does it matter if she's not particularly looking at where she's going, or who she's going to walk in to? ]
The grass she feels and the air she breathes are that of the island. She's wearing the same clothes she's been wearing for a day, the same clothes she would wear for this morning's performance of "why is Juliet playing along with one of Ben's schemes again?" Her mind can't accept that she's grown so desperate for home that she unflinchingly believes a liar, that she lets her freedom be the wage for working in the name of bullshit: a godlike entity who cures all except the cancer that strikes his chosen one, except the unstoppable force that kills all pregnant women on the island.
Her mind can't accept that she no longer views people as patients, but as tools, a means to an end. That she's wandered far from who she used to be. It's only natural that she would lose her sense of reality after she lost her sense of morality. She's amazed it didn't happen sooner. She just doesn't understand why she's dreamed up this place, of all places, when she's not too big on plants and animals. And women. And the boring but cozy sweater and jeans combo she wore all day yesterday, was going to wear today, but is now being carried in her arms as she looks about her improbable hallucination.
This isn't real, so what does it matter if she's not particularly looking at where she's going, or who she's going to walk in to? ]