Feb 5, 2018
TASK #1 PERSONALITY ASSIGNMENTS.
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TASK #1 PERSONALITY ASSIGNMENTS.
❝ When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows. But it also devours.❞
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Vanessa’s Memories
Task 002. Self-reflecting. Her apartment.
The first part of her life was not very happy. She remembers the first time she saw a ghost, looking wide eyed at something, staring almost blankly, before she nudged at her mother, showing her, asking her who it was. The puzzled look on her mother’s face should have been her first warning, first sign that something was not right. The looks on the villagers the following months, the way they whispered around her, was her second sign, but in her child’s naivete, she ignored it. It was a sad memory, when she remembers it. The way her younger sister, half-sister, glared at her with fear and anticipation, it stung. The second memory, the one she truly holds dear, was gazing upon baby Teressa’s eyes the first time. She felt overly protective of her the moment she opened her eyes, and as she grew it only confirmed itself, the very thing she felt around her niece - the whisper of magic, something dark and ‘unnatural’, but so natural. She remembers the way she talked to the child about who they were, what they were, and the way Teressa listened, downed every word with an excited smile. She, too, would soon be corrupted by reality, by the villagers, but Vanessa vowed to make sure her baby niece was safe.
The memory faded into a notion, the one that kept strengthening itself - the very idea of someone mistreating her niece made her blood boil ferociously.
She would protect her girl, if it was the last thing she’d do.
All Of My Memories || Self para
Lyra didn’t have many good memories -- how could she, when they were all overshadowed by the Hive and things that happened underground. Pain and fear. That was a thing she knew the best. Excruciating pain and mind-numbing fear. Good memories had started to appear when she was rescued, pulled out of the river with barely a beat to her heart. If she hadn’t been found by the rebels, she would have been left for dead, and for a while she felt like it would’ve been the better, saner and safer option. No more the damning threat of pain, or hurt and loss, no more fear and nightmares, no more. How she had wanted it, yearned for it -- for the consuming nothingness to overpower her, erase her -- not like the world would be at a loss...
But, he would. Because, without her, he wouldn’t have a bond, and if she were dead she never would have met him, cared for him. The memory of her ‘nearly dead’ experience isn’t what’s making her go through the days.
It is the memory when she first opened her eyes in a white room, surrounded by wide, clean walls that helps her sleep at night, helps her soothe her nightmares when she wakes up screaming. The white walls of an unknown room, and for a moment she thought she was back again ( have they realised she wasn’t dead? did they keep her for more torture? the very thought made her want to pull her stitches out and let herself bleed to death ) her heart drumming violently in her chest, when something to her right side caught her attention, someone beside her, someone unknown. The pull was instant, and it is that feeling that she keeps recalling, the memory of their eyes meeting for the first time, that helps her breathe a little lighter after a dreadful nightmare.
Isla’s Worst Nightmare
Task 001. Self-reflecting. Her apartment.
How can one be afraid of things, when one’s whole life was nothing but one large fear? Trivialities such as darkness, spiders or clowns didn’t get to her. She thought loneliness didn’t, too, but after waking up alone in her bed, she wished there was someone to hug her, tell her everything will be fine -- even if nothing would ever be fine. After Florence, after her wife’s death, Isla thought she could endure everything. After all, her worst nightmare came true -- the woman she loved more than anything in life was dead. Killed by the very thing the went up against, and on the last Rebel mission before they were squashed like ants under a magnifying glass. The bad guys had won, and they took, and took, and took until there was nothing left, no one left.
For a long while Isla thought she would never love again, never feel such pain of loss again. She thought she was protected. But, she was wrong. There was someone she grew to love, a dear, dear friend -- an only friend, and a man she was helping, keeping hidden and who, in return, offered her a job. Proteus Babikov. She loves him, dearly, and for a while she thought she’d be able to betray him if the need ever arises. But, now? Now she’s not so sure, even if she has her doubts about him betraying her too, if he had the chance.
Her fear arose again. It was the same, again. She doesn’t want to lose any more people, not anymore, not again.
And what will she do to protect her only friend?
She will fight.
If it was the last thing she’d do.
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Task.001 ‘ Worst Nightmare ’
Status: Self Para | Task Timeline: June 3rd, 2552 Location: The Callaghan Refuges ( Her Room/Apartment ) | The Hive Trigger Warnings: alcohol mention ??
Alexis stared at the cheap bottle whisky she’d managed to get her hands on for a moment longer. She had never been one for drinking much, in fact that was something she hated. Despised it just as much as she despised the people that had destroyed her life and had killed her family. Killed her, a strange fact she was coming to terms with. Yet her she was, about to down yet another bottle of alcohol as if her life depended on it.
The woman had always thought it was odd for people to drink so much, to an intoxicating level. Where everything became blurry and nauseating but now she understood. With thiry years of life and surviving all of her friends by five hundred years - she understood or at least came close to it. At least this would help her avoid the nightmares of her father’s death. The nightmares of her own death, it helped to draw away the echo of those gun going off those days. Five hundred years away yet it was like those event repeated themselves each night when she was going to sleep and this was the only way to keep them away and have not asafe and sound but a decent night sleep.
But there’s another thought she’s trying to keep at bay. Stopping it from emerging as long as she can’t. But is almost impossible and not even a big amount of alcohol could stop it. And that is Jake not being alive.
Is a negative thing to think of, she knows but Alexis can’t help it. Ever since coming across that stranger, Noah who claimed was not her friend the idea of Jake being dead had made is way into her mind and won’t go away. And at night when sleep comes, even when she is intoxicated with alcohol - ways that could almost kill her. The dreams come, the dreams in where he is gone. Where instead of being her the one getting shot is Jake the one that receives the bullet. The one where she is wandering empty streets in search of someone that would never come to be because they are gone.
And there is nothing more frightening than that. She wants to believe that after five hundred years if someone she knew would still be around it would be Jake but as days turn into weeks and weeks into months. The realization that she is truly and completely alone settles and Jake after all is gone just like the rest of all the people she knew.