paradisa

[It happened faster than the blink of an eye.

At first there was one. A thing that came out of nowhere, bit her on the leg, and disappeared before she had the chance to even attempt to figure out what it was, or the chance to gain any useful information to avoid the inevitable subsequent bite that only served to weaken her.

With a now slowly fading grip on the world, there are only two things that Julia can (barely) register about anything that's happening. One, that she's being carried somewhere, and that she doesn't have the strength to fight it. Two, that there's pain, blinding pain, throbbing on her legs and her arms, spreading through her entire body like wildfire. The kind that makes her breathing short and ragged, that makes it all the more difficult to keep her eyes open.

In one last fighting attempt to maintain consciousness, she sees something. A vague black form scurrying across the ceiling. No, make that... a very large vague black form. Possibly more than one, she can't tell. Following them. Pursuing them. But her eyes won't let her ascertain any more than that. She tries to say something, but it's too late. She's slipping, and time starts to become muddled....--

... And the last thing she knows before she fades for good is the sound of gunshots.

It's the one indicator of the scene that comes through over the journals.]

[[OOC: Sooo. Shit just got real. AKA, this is your catch-all fighting post for Day Four of the plot! This post will consist of six subthreads:

Ten Minutes Ago - The Castle - Floor Seven - Room 705 - Evacuated Residents - Journal Reactions]]

common_name

[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!]

gottaknockhard

[There's that odd moment when you wake up somewhere different than where you fell asleep. Spike realizes it before he opens his eyes, which gives him the foresight to keep them shut until his curiosity gets the better of him. Silk sheets, the warmth of someone nearby, and as he peeks one eye open: a journal sitting open near the edge of the bed. Sometimes they really do try too hard.]

...

[When he glances over, it's the golden hair that finally gets a reaction. Julia? Her back is facing him, but he knows by now... it's her. All week, she's been avoiding him (not that he blames her), so of course the castle would see that as an opportunity to mess with a delicate situation. Spike doesn't wake her. If anything, he's very careful not to disturb any peace she's finding before their strange reality comes back into play. After a lingering silence, he slips off the edge of the bed, grabbing the journal as he moves, and finds a place by the window -- barely lifting an eyebrow at the overstuffed heart-shaped chair -- to sit and read.]

I could have sworn I've seen this before. [--he's mumbling, flipping through the last few pages until he has a better grasp on what's happening. He even manages to sound quietly amused at the commentary, even if they can't see his smile. At least it's not just him this time.]

Gets more like a prison every day. [You know, if prison was crossed with a tacky brothel.] They'll get it right eventually.

common_name

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[Leaving immediately might have been the best option. Though much better off than she was just a few short days previously, she was still alone and unarmed. It was a dangerous position for anyone to be in, much less someone who’d just recovered from a life-threatening injury. She needed to get back to the castle, to whatever could be called a sense of normality here. Needed to sort through the events of the past few days, to try to clear the jumbled mess that was her head as best as possible.

Besides, it was cold. Very cold.

Instead, however, something compelled her to linger, her eyes continuing to idly watch the spot in the sky he had disappeared into. As strange as everything had been for her (which, considering her life, was saying something), perhaps it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Regardless of the execution and less-than-desirable conditions, one important fact remained. He saved her life. And he didn't have to.

It was a significant chunk of time longer than necessary before she finally decided to complete the journey back.]

[[OOC: Follows from this, detailed in the OOC post here. Julia is now back in the castle as of this backdated post. Feel free to either run into her out by the East gate or on her way back in somewhere. However, don't expect her to be any more than vague about where she's been the past few days :/ ~~Also, Joshua will not be tagging around in this post, as he is gone. I'm just giving credit, since I did not write the entirety of this post.~~]

common_name

[When the outside world is gone, what are you left with? When its distractions are nothing but a distant memory, when your senses work a desperate overtime in a futile attempt to fill in the void, what stays? In an unpredictable reality, one that can change or be snuffed out at the drop of a hat, what can be considered a constant?

There's only one thing, what may be the most horrifying above all else to be left alone with, to have no choice but to face. Yourself.

With the lights out, with whispers constantly present in the back of her mind, with suspicions that may or may not be ungrounded gently tugging at her, just the right amount, it's hard for Julia to tell what's real. Maybe she's never really able to tell for certain, but on this day, it's enough to be more than unsettling.

No matter what she does, no matter where she goes, there's always a feeling that there's something just two steps behind her, watching, waiting to make the right move. Images, ones that were just flickers at first, disappearing when she blinked, but had over time become clearer, more lifelike. Her eyes are lying to her. Everything is lying to her. It has to...--

Nevertheless, she's now found herself in the second floor corridor, gun in hand, having set out to search for something. Something that's not really there, but that she can't stop herself from searching for all the same. At the moment the journal chooses to pick up some of this scene, she's taken a pause, her breath coming out in short gasps. Her steady grip on that gun begins to shake.]

It's over. [Her voice is about as steady as her grip; wavering in its best attempts to be firm. For anyone that would happen to also be in the area, it's not clear who or what she's actually talking to. Maybe she's trying to convince herself, make one last attempt to rationalize her way through whatever is going through her mind.] It's over.

[[OOC: Completely wide open :) Journal, hallway, whatever you want!]]

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