Post by Valencia Donahue on Oct 14, 2007 1:33:17 GMT 1
((OOC: Waiting out my other threads, working on HW, yet diligent in advancing my character’s story. ::mutters:: ))
“Hm…”
Valencia woke up on the floor and placed a hand on her forehead, seemingly to wipe away the headache that vanished with the touch. She sat up to look around her and saw nothing except encompassing black, save for the light beneath her feet to illuminate her presence. She made a face and ran her fingers through her artificially colored hair. The Asian stood up and spoke seemingly to no one in particular.
“Nowhere, huh? So this is where I am now?”
She brushed off whatever dusk gathered on her and stood up to face the formless entity, regarding it with as much attention as she would to anything with a voice. Valencia nodded and shrugged in response to the quiet, then spoke her mind.
“I gotta say, most of the really important things are behind me and I’m having trouble seeing anything worthwhile in the future. I think I’m going somewhere, but it’s not as though I look forward to it… Much less expect anything interesting out there. It’s a repeating pattern and I’m sure you know as much as I do that I’m going absolutely nuts.”
Valencia held her breath to listen, stopping herself from continuing. There was no point in repeating all the things she did and all her ideals that amounted to little. That was the gist of what she “heard” and it took her a while to take things in. It’s always hard to take things in when you understand everything, yet things don’t quite work. She looked over her shoulder to check if anything mutated or transformed, only to be mildly disappointed. The Asian looked back at the invisible entity, then at the light beneath her, then at everything else worth exploring. Valencia threw up her hands and beamed confusedly and aimlessly.
“Ah well. At least you tried. My brain, guts, and will just figured something. Say, you know how I said that the more important things are behind me now, right? Like all the neat things before Life and Death decided to mess things up and test me? I think I found something out and instead of moping and going emo, I’m going to do something about it.”
She chuckled embarrassedly as though urged to get to the point.
“See, I was lost a hundred times before and somehow, someway, I found a way out. In this puzzle… Okay, let me explain… In ballroom, the female steps are mostly backwards because the male is leading. Meaning, I have to put utmost faith in my lead and have enough will of my own in order for the dance to go right. I have no idea what’s going on while I’m waltzing or tangoing except for the li’l clues my lead give me through his fingertips against my back.”
Valencia turned around, then turned to face the empty entity while pointing at the surrounding nothingness.
“Such is life. Here, all I have to do… Is put everything behind me, in front of me. Now… No offense, but I can’t dance with you. However, I wouldn’t mind you looking ahead for me while I do the rest, eh?”
Dreams never did make sense. The Vietnamese lady exhaled deeply, then closed her eyes. She slowly began to walk backwards and in spite of all the ballroom dancing she did in the course of her lifetime, everything made her feel nervous. The floor switching constantly between solid and jelly, the air twisting and shifting, everything. But in spite of it all, Valencia didn’t open her eyes as she traveled backwards. If her eyes were open, she would’ve noticed each of her steps clearing away the inky floor and the light beneath her stretching from where she was resting to where she was. The gold in her hair flaked away and revealed her rich, natural, brown hair, but she didn’t feel a thing as parts of her skin slipped off of her frame, along with other things until she transformed into another identity.
If she opened her eyes, she would’ve seen that everything behind (or ahead of) her was completely different from what she saw earlier. Every once in a while, everything would flicker as if Valencia’s surroundings where hiccupping. Now curious, she raised a hand by her side and slid her fingers against the murky air, unraveling—
Valencia coughed out water and startled all the people who watched over the Asian for some time now. She rubbed her eyes and kept coughing and choking to get the last bit of water trapped in her lungs, rolling onto her side and causing a hullabaloo. Everyone could’ve sworn that she was a goner by now, even the paramedics, except for Rosemary. Being the mother she was, the stunt coordinator hugged Valencia tightly as the stuntwoman continued to catch her breath. She was still blonde and definitely looked nothing like the person in the dream she had. Valencia simply looked like the person she was masquerading as, the “Drowning Woman”. Of course, things went wrong and instead of looking like she’s drowning, she kinda did.
The Vietnamese “blonde” reflected upon what she dreamt as people made a big deal about her returning from the other side. The dream wasn’t as vivid as other dreams she had. It was pretty vague in spite of the symbolism she managed to pick out. By returning to the world of the living, Valencia remembered a dream she had a long time ago and could almost quote word for word what was said…
…She sighed, coughing up the last drops of water caught in her throat. Okay, maybe Valencia didn’t remember everything, but it reminded her of how reincarnation was lame and other things like that. It was just confusing and never did feel like talking about it to other people. So, all she did was keep quiet and went on with life trying to figure out the messes thrown her way. Better that than be deemed a loon and locked up into some asylum. She already showed too many signs of being mentally unstable and her nutsy talk about Life, Death, and Reincarnation might seal her in the white padded room for good.
“Hm…”
Valencia woke up on the floor and placed a hand on her forehead, seemingly to wipe away the headache that vanished with the touch. She sat up to look around her and saw nothing except encompassing black, save for the light beneath her feet to illuminate her presence. She made a face and ran her fingers through her artificially colored hair. The Asian stood up and spoke seemingly to no one in particular.
“Nowhere, huh? So this is where I am now?”
She brushed off whatever dusk gathered on her and stood up to face the formless entity, regarding it with as much attention as she would to anything with a voice. Valencia nodded and shrugged in response to the quiet, then spoke her mind.
“I gotta say, most of the really important things are behind me and I’m having trouble seeing anything worthwhile in the future. I think I’m going somewhere, but it’s not as though I look forward to it… Much less expect anything interesting out there. It’s a repeating pattern and I’m sure you know as much as I do that I’m going absolutely nuts.”
Valencia held her breath to listen, stopping herself from continuing. There was no point in repeating all the things she did and all her ideals that amounted to little. That was the gist of what she “heard” and it took her a while to take things in. It’s always hard to take things in when you understand everything, yet things don’t quite work. She looked over her shoulder to check if anything mutated or transformed, only to be mildly disappointed. The Asian looked back at the invisible entity, then at the light beneath her, then at everything else worth exploring. Valencia threw up her hands and beamed confusedly and aimlessly.
“Ah well. At least you tried. My brain, guts, and will just figured something. Say, you know how I said that the more important things are behind me now, right? Like all the neat things before Life and Death decided to mess things up and test me? I think I found something out and instead of moping and going emo, I’m going to do something about it.”
She chuckled embarrassedly as though urged to get to the point.
“See, I was lost a hundred times before and somehow, someway, I found a way out. In this puzzle… Okay, let me explain… In ballroom, the female steps are mostly backwards because the male is leading. Meaning, I have to put utmost faith in my lead and have enough will of my own in order for the dance to go right. I have no idea what’s going on while I’m waltzing or tangoing except for the li’l clues my lead give me through his fingertips against my back.”
Valencia turned around, then turned to face the empty entity while pointing at the surrounding nothingness.
“Such is life. Here, all I have to do… Is put everything behind me, in front of me. Now… No offense, but I can’t dance with you. However, I wouldn’t mind you looking ahead for me while I do the rest, eh?”
Dreams never did make sense. The Vietnamese lady exhaled deeply, then closed her eyes. She slowly began to walk backwards and in spite of all the ballroom dancing she did in the course of her lifetime, everything made her feel nervous. The floor switching constantly between solid and jelly, the air twisting and shifting, everything. But in spite of it all, Valencia didn’t open her eyes as she traveled backwards. If her eyes were open, she would’ve noticed each of her steps clearing away the inky floor and the light beneath her stretching from where she was resting to where she was. The gold in her hair flaked away and revealed her rich, natural, brown hair, but she didn’t feel a thing as parts of her skin slipped off of her frame, along with other things until she transformed into another identity.
If she opened her eyes, she would’ve seen that everything behind (or ahead of) her was completely different from what she saw earlier. Every once in a while, everything would flicker as if Valencia’s surroundings where hiccupping. Now curious, she raised a hand by her side and slid her fingers against the murky air, unraveling—
Valencia coughed out water and startled all the people who watched over the Asian for some time now. She rubbed her eyes and kept coughing and choking to get the last bit of water trapped in her lungs, rolling onto her side and causing a hullabaloo. Everyone could’ve sworn that she was a goner by now, even the paramedics, except for Rosemary. Being the mother she was, the stunt coordinator hugged Valencia tightly as the stuntwoman continued to catch her breath. She was still blonde and definitely looked nothing like the person in the dream she had. Valencia simply looked like the person she was masquerading as, the “Drowning Woman”. Of course, things went wrong and instead of looking like she’s drowning, she kinda did.
The Vietnamese “blonde” reflected upon what she dreamt as people made a big deal about her returning from the other side. The dream wasn’t as vivid as other dreams she had. It was pretty vague in spite of the symbolism she managed to pick out. By returning to the world of the living, Valencia remembered a dream she had a long time ago and could almost quote word for word what was said…
[DEATH]: “I will make you a deal. A very irresistible deal that I know for a fact that you won’t turn down. You won’t die. In fact, I won’t let you die—”
“—Alrighty. I know this is just a funky dream and I know you’re certainly not an agent of God or the Devil, at least not from the looks of it… But what’s the catch?”
[DEATH]: “No catch. None whatsoever. Pretend it’s a gift. However, knowing you, you will find something strange about it—”
…She sighed, coughing up the last drops of water caught in her throat. Okay, maybe Valencia didn’t remember everything, but it reminded her of how reincarnation was lame and other things like that. It was just confusing and never did feel like talking about it to other people. So, all she did was keep quiet and went on with life trying to figure out the messes thrown her way. Better that than be deemed a loon and locked up into some asylum. She already showed too many signs of being mentally unstable and her nutsy talk about Life, Death, and Reincarnation might seal her in the white padded room for good.
