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paradisa2012-03-11 06:16 pm
common_name) wrote in paradisa2012-03-11 06:16 pm
Entry tags:
010 || dictated
[Paradisa had always been a place that could easily make one feel out of sorts. Something was always bound to happen, randomly and unpredictably, without rhyme or reason. Recent events, namely the reappearance of Vicious, beyond anything else, had sent her into more of a tailspin than anything else that had happened here had. At a complete loss for another plan of action, with only one explicit goal to guide her, she'd gone along with Spike's plan to temporarily hide out elsewhere, anxious, waiting for who knows what. Until it became apparent that that plan wasn't even close to a temporary fix.
But, as fate may have it, the unexpected hadn't quite yet left her alone.
Not long after she'd returned to the castle, after she'd gone back to her room to collect her thoughts, she noticed the presence of something she'd never seen before as she shuffled some things around on her nightstand. A small, gently crumbled note that would appear ordinary and harmless to most anyone, but holds quite a significance for her. No, more than that; it holds a trigger, serves as the gateway to a whole host of images that start to flash through her mind. That day, so many years ago, when she'd been made an offer she knew she had to refuse, despite what she might have wanted. The one that now only exists in her memories.
Everywhere she turns, no matter what she does, the past only continues to be dragged up.
After a time, it's with a contemplative, carefully-chosen set of words that she speaks into the journal. Contemplative, but deliberate; there are no filters.]
Does the past truly define us? Are we only doomed to repeat ourselves? [Aaand a long pause.] Or is there a way to break free?
[[OOC: So, on quite a bit of a delay, Julia has finally discovered her Christmas present from the castle, the note she is being handed here.Dun dun duuuuuuuun. Open to all!]
But, as fate may have it, the unexpected hadn't quite yet left her alone.
Not long after she'd returned to the castle, after she'd gone back to her room to collect her thoughts, she noticed the presence of something she'd never seen before as she shuffled some things around on her nightstand. A small, gently crumbled note that would appear ordinary and harmless to most anyone, but holds quite a significance for her. No, more than that; it holds a trigger, serves as the gateway to a whole host of images that start to flash through her mind. That day, so many years ago, when she'd been made an offer she knew she had to refuse, despite what she might have wanted. The one that now only exists in her memories.
Everywhere she turns, no matter what she does, the past only continues to be dragged up.
After a time, it's with a contemplative, carefully-chosen set of words that she speaks into the journal. Contemplative, but deliberate; there are no filters.]
Does the past truly define us? Are we only doomed to repeat ourselves? [Aaand a long pause.] Or is there a way to break free?
[[OOC: So, on quite a bit of a delay, Julia has finally discovered her Christmas present from the castle, the note she is being handed here.
