Step outside the boundaries of your mind.

...lose yourself in the eternal collective unconcious, and ROT! A trillion butterflies dance, engulfing the world, their fluttering wings eating away at our souls... ((Independent RP blog for Mariska from Lollipop Chainsaw.))

[psychedelic-br4in-damage-blog]

                                                       GRACE SLICK.

[signetolyanderson]

Jefferson Airplane, September 1966.

L-R: Paul Kantner, Marty Balin, Spencer Dryden, Jack Casady, Signe Toly Anderson, Jorma Kaukonen.

[soundsof71]

Grace Slick, Rotterdam 1970, by Gijsbert Hanekroot.

[ask-mariska-blog]

Well, well. Sister Mariska. Happy Birthday.

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

[ask-mariska-blog]

"Everything sucks, man." Mariska responded, while attempting to wipe the blood off of her shirt. "Even when you’re dead."

After a while she gave up and laid back on the rug once more, sighing. “Forgettin’ is just one way of coping. You’re on the right track, Brother.” She chuckled. “Would’a been a lot easier for me if I had done the same.”

[goth-geek-bastard]

"You made a deal, or something, right?  Because life wasn’t working out, right?"

Swan felt his guts twist.

"I’m not innocent myself of that either.  I was always wanting what I couldn’t have and I’d kill to get it, or die for it, or… I was ridiculous."

[ask-mariska-blog]

"I was pretty ridiculous in my day, too." Mariska said, before bursting into laughter a few seconds later. "Aw, man, now I'm even soundin' all oooold and shit. This is plain unfair."

She let out another deep breath, and closed her eyes. "I try to forget about it but I guess I can't, or somethin'. I dunno." Her voice was quiet, as if she was talking to herself instead of someone else. "All my memories are so viviiiid...and, like, I try to pretend they're not, but I remember it all soooo goood......"

[ask-mariska-blog]

Well, well. Sister Mariska. Happy Birthday.

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

[ask-mariska-blog]

The girl raised an eyebrow. “The stitches? Or, like….eeeverything?” She laughed a bit. “I dunnnooo…yeah. It never really stops hurtin’. I’m just used to it by now.” She replied honestly, pulling out the stitch that was bothering her a few seconds earlier and splattering blood onto her shirt.

"Awwww maaaan. That keeps fuckin’ happening."

[goth-geek-bastard]

"I guess even death sucks, huh?  Sigh…  I just don’t get it some days.  I don’t even remember when my birthday is."

[ask-mariska-blog]

"Everything sucks, man." Mariska responded, while attempting to wipe the blood off of her shirt. "Even when you're dead."

After a while she gave up and laid back on the rug once more, sighing. "Forgettin' is just one way of coping. You're on the right track, Brother." She chuckled. "Would'a been a lot easier for me if I had done the same."

[ask-mariska-blog]

Does Vikke and/or Zed every purposely pull your stitches out to make you mad?

Nahhh…but if they tried that anythin’ like that I would wipe their sorry asses out of Rotten World, man. Who do you think stitches everyone back up when they’re out fightin’ and fallin’ apart? I’ll tell you who, meeee….they better appreciate it. I ain’t doin’ it out of charity. Haaahaha…

[ask-mariska-blog]

Well, well. Sister Mariska. Happy Birthday.

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

[ask-mariska-blog]

"…Yuuuup." Mariska replied, tugging on a stitch that became loose in the process of her klutziness. "Happens all the time. I ain’t the most coordinated lady." She spoke again, sitting up and sighing blissfully.

[goth-geek-bastard]

"Mariska?  Does it ever… y’know… hurt?"

[ask-mariska-blog]

The girl raised an eyebrow. "The stitches? Or, like....eeeverything?" She laughed a bit. "I dunnnooo...yeah. It never really stops hurtin'. I'm just used to it by now." She replied honestly, pulling out the stitch that was bothering her a few seconds earlier and splattering blood onto her shirt.

"Awwww maaaan. That keeps fuckin' happening."

[ask-mariska-blog]

Well, well. Sister Mariska. Happy Birthday.

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

[ask-mariska-blog]

"Daaamn, kid, you’re a light-weight." Mariska replied, still laughing to herself softly as she made her way to her records, pulling out The Wall and carefully placing the needle on the song Comfortably Numb. "This album is soooo real, man, you knoow? Like…Pink Floyd was the shiiiit. All their songs had such a deep connection with the listener….” Her voice trailed off as she heard the song start, and she fell flat onto the shag carpet below her. “Ow.”

[goth-geek-bastard]

Swan lay back and let the sound flow over him.

"Mariska? You alright, sister?"

[ask-mariska-blog]

"...Yuuuup." Mariska replied, tugging on a stitch that became loose in the process of her klutziness. "Happens all the time. I ain't the most coordinated lady." She spoke again, sitting up and sighing blissfully.

[ask-mariska-blog]

Well, well. Sister Mariska. Happy Birthday.

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

[ask-mariska-blog]

Mariska laughed back, waving a hand around the other’s face. “Heeeey…I see that expression of yours. Anyone in there?” She said, jokingly, once more, as the effects of what they were smoking began to come over them. “You get used to that, too, after a while. This stuff is nothin’ for me. You don’t know reeeeal fun ‘till you’ve mixed everything together….”

[goth-geek-bastard]

"Can we listen to Pink Floyd?  I feel Comfortably Numb.  You’ve got reaaally good taste in music… " Swan moaned.

His vision swam…

[ask-mariska-blog]

"Daaamn, kid, you're a light-weight." Mariska replied, still laughing to herself softly as she made her way to her records, pulling out The Wall and carefully placing the needle on the song Comfortably Numb. "This album is soooo real, man, you knoow? Like...Pink Floyd was the shiiiit. All their songs had such a deep connection with the listener...." Her voice trailed off as she heard the song start, and she fell flat onto the shag carpet below her. "Ow."

[pureblindingcolour]

delighted »

by pureblindingcolour

[ask-mariska-blog]

Well, well. Sister Mariska. Happy Birthday.

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

[ask-mariska-blog]

Mariska glanced over at the other as he choked and attempted to hold back raspy laughter. She finally exhaled, a cloud of smoke forming around her head, and she used her magic to manipulate it while it was still in the air, turning it into a big rainbow-colored mess.

"Your lungs get used to it after the first, like, decade, or somethin’. I think mine started givin’ out around a year or two after I bit the dust….just somethin’ to look forward to." She said, jokingly.

[goth-geek-bastard]

Swan smiled and laughed.

[ask-mariska-blog]

Mariska laughed back, waving a hand around the other's face. "Heeeey...I see that expression of yours. Anyone in there?" She said, jokingly, once more, as the effects of what they were smoking began to come over them. "You get used to that, too, after a while. This stuff is nothin' for me. You don't know reeeeal fun 'till you've mixed everything together...."

[ask-mariska-blog]

Well, well. Sister Mariska. Happy Birthday.

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

[ask-mariska-blog]

The undead girl smirked, holding her joint out above the flame and putting it back between her lips, exhaling smoke in the form of tiny circles. “I don’t know that I want more years, haaha….I think I got enough alreaaady…”

She took another hit, holding the smoke in longer than someone who had a pair of working lungs could.

[goth-geek-bastard]

Swan choked a bit on it.

"Heh.  Still not used to it."

[ask-mariska-blog]

Mariska glanced over at the other as he choked and attempted to hold back raspy laughter. She finally exhaled, a cloud of smoke forming around her head, and she used her magic to manipulate it while it was still in the air, turning it into a big rainbow-colored mess.

"Your lungs get used to it after the first, like, decade, or somethin'. I think mine started givin' out around a year or two after I bit the dust....just somethin' to look forward to." She said, jokingly.

[ask-mariska-blog]

Hey mariska happy birthday :)

Where’s all this attention suddenly comin’ from, man? I’ve, like, neeeever been this popular on my b-day before. Kinda not used to it….but kinda diggin’ it. Heh. Thanks…

[ask-mariska-blog]

Well, well. Sister Mariska. Happy Birthday.

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

[ask-mariska-blog]

Mariska laughed again, then let out a small sigh. “I should be gettin’ a retirement check or somethin’. This is bullshit.”

She reached into a back pocket in her jeans and took out two small rolled up joints (which had, no doubt, been sitting there for an uneasily long amount of time), putting one in between her lips and offering the other to her company while fiddling for a lighter.

[goth-geek-bastard]

Swan took the joint and drew an onyx-plated lighter from his jacket pocket.  He flicked it once and a green flame emanated from the top.

"Here’s to more years, Mariska."

He smiled faintly.

[ask-mariska-blog]

The undead girl smirked, holding her joint out above the flame and putting it back between her lips, exhaling smoke in the form of tiny circles. "I don't know that I want more years, haaha....I think I got enough alreaaady..."

She took another hit, holding the smoke in longer than someone who had a pair of working lungs could.

[ask-mariska-blog]

Hi Mariska! Since it's your birthday I'd figured I give you this. :hands her weed: (LOL)

Far ouuuut, man. Thaaanks. You’re chill as hell.

[ask-mariska-blog]

Don't leave again!! You and the others were so quiet and it was sad. :c

((ahhh im sorry! ;n; i keep trying to push myself to come on here more but i've got a lot going on in real life so it can be difficult to find the time and motivation. but i would love to be active on here again. i seriously miss roleplaying as mariska sdgdggfdg unu))

[ask-mariska-blog]

Well, well. Sister Mariska. Happy Birthday.

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

[ask-mariska-blog]

"Yeaaah…guess so." Mariska replied, her eyes glossing over for a minute, also losing herself in thought.

"Would’a been 61 today. That’s fuckin’….wild, man.” She spoke suddenly, flipping a chunk of her thick hair behind her shoulder. “I’m old as shit.” She said again, laughing to herself.

[goth-geek-bastard]

"So… wanna get high or something? Hell if I know what to do on a 61st birthday."

[ask-mariska-blog]

Mariska laughed again, then let out a small sigh. “I should be gettin’ a retirement check or somethin’. This is bullshit.”

She reached into a back pocket in her jeans and took out two small rolled up joints (which had, no doubt, been sitting there for an uneasily long amount of time), putting one in between her lips and offering the other to her company while fiddling for a lighter.