Amazing, actually. The people I've met through this role play and the time I've spent here is practically incomparable. I've been a part of Wishing Well for over a year now, and I can honestly say it was one of the best role plays I've ever been in. The friendships I've made are wonderful, and I couldn't have asked for a better first role play to join or better people to role play with.
But, let's face it, Wishing Well has changed. A lot. And with the changes made, there's really just no room for me and the Shock I made anymore. She was a beautiful character, and she had a good time, but it's not fair of me to keep playing her when it's obvious she's run her course here.
Me leaving this role play isn't anyone else's fault. I've been meaning to post this for a while, but just couldn't find the right time. But I believe it's now. I want to thank you guys, for making this an awesome experience for me. And I hope you understand that I have to leave. And I hope you will appreciate my decision and accept it, as well.
Of course, I can't leave Shock without a proper ending. If someone else ever does play her in the future, I want her to be started anew-- fresh, without any of my influence over her character. My Shock will never be played again-- the character I made that goes so far beyond just her face claim. It's hard to part with her, considering I wrote her bio, picked her face claim, made her blog, and played her as best I could for over a year. But, like I said, with so many changes, there's just no space for me at Wishing Well anymore.
So, here's how I'll wrap up Shock.
Astrid Diana Salem never graduated from Wishing Well—a week into her senior year of high school she took off, leaving hardly a trace behind. Her future beyond high school hadn’t looked promising, anyways; Shock was failing all her classes and was under instruction to be returned back to the orphanage over Christmas Break. Using the money she’d saved since her sophomore year, Shock escaped New York entirely via trains and automobiles, winding up in Pennsylvania. There she acquired a rusted up, junk-pile van she converted into an RV-for-one, complete with a mattress in the trunk and ugly curtains on side windows.
By spring of that year she had successfully driven cross-country to California, conning folks at every stop she’d made along the way. Once in Cali, Astrid began her pursuit of the love of her life—Seamus Morgan. It took her six months, but she wound up finding where Smee was living, and a month later they eloped.
For two years they lived life in the fast lane; never taking breaks, always somewhere new, getting drunk, having sex, stargazing, enjoying their absolute freedom and each other. But by twenty Shock was pregnant, and they were forced to settle down, if only a little. They named their son Nathan James Morgan, in honor of Barrel and Hook. A spitting image of his father, Nathan James was a bundle of trouble with a dimple on his cheek and a devilish smile. Following suit a little over a year later, a second unplanned child was born, which they agreed to name Macey Marie Morgan. Macey possessed the face of an angel, with golden curls that fell down her back and a smile that could light up a room, but she was every bit as mischievous as her brother. Together, the two were no cake factory, but Shock and Smee wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Despite not being the most prepared mother, Shock loved and cared for her two children with such tenderness it was nearly unrecognizable. Surprisingly, she was content with her life with Smee and their children, and planned to get her GED and go to college so she could provide her family with the support they needed. But Shock never got the chance.
When she was twenty-three, just before Christmas, she, Smee, and their two children got into a seven-car pile-up that killed nine people total—two of those being her children, and one being her husband, not to mention the third unborn child Shock had been carrying. The wreck sent Shock into a coma for a little over a month, and when she woke up she was hit with the news that her family was gone. She was forced to remain in the hospital for at least another month, but her stay ended up lasting longer when she began rejecting all forms of sustenance, forcing the doctors to provide her nutrition through an IV.
Shock was released from the hospital in mid-March, but was quickly re-admitted after attempting suicide. From there, she was sent to St. April, a mental institution, and kept on suicide watch. She was due to be released in May, but her mental and physical health spiraled downwards so drastically that instead she was relocated to another institution. After five attempted assaults on nurses and caretakers, and seven attempts to kill or otherwise harm herself and others within the institution, Shock was moved to a high-security home for the mentally unstable known as St. Monica’s. She was kept on level-three watch, under near-constant supervision. It was in St. Monica’s that the hallucinations began.
Shock’s hallucinations were vivid and terrifying, and occurred on the daily. They would send her into fits of screams, or cause her to act impulsively on emotions such as rage or fear. She would often have seizures in accompaniment to her tantrums, and required heavy sedation and medical care. Eventually, her hallucinations came in such frequency and were complemented by such violence towards herself and others, that Shock was locked in a padded, white-walled cell. By then, Shock was no longer recognizable as herself. A once mischievous, lively, loving girl, Shock barely even bore a resemblance to the shell of the person she wore. She was a pallid, malnourished, empty soul wearing Shock’s face. You could not find her, even if you looked into her eyes, even if you tried. She was not there. Shock had vanished far away into the depths of her broken mind; her conscience was trapped in a cage of barbed wire and hot razor-glass. She remained housed in the padded cell for two months, under constant surveillance.
Astrid Diana Salem passed away September 7th, at the age of 24. The cause of her death remains undetermined.
And that is that.
If anyone should take up Shock again, please, let them start her fresh. Don't hold them to past plots that I had. There was so much story, life, and character in my Shock that it would be hard for a new player to ever do anything with her if they tried to stay true to the stories I gave her. So, let my Shock have the ending I gave her, please.
This really has been a great experience, and I hope you guys know I loved this role play from the bottom of my heart to the top. I am grateful to everything Wishing Well has given me; new friends, new experiences, and a character I will always cherish.
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