Re: MORITURI TE SALUTANT!! [S!4]
03-20-2012, 07:02 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
The olden manor ached and moaned in pain. The constant winds ebbing away at the structures brittle bones had taken its toll, and it had been so long since it had so many visitors, especially ones deciding to rudely and spontaneously exist from the inside. In the shell of an antiquated sitting room did a certain Ms. Levenson decide to materialise from whatever godforsaken ether she had previously come from. Her entrance kicked up a tumult of dust and pottery fragments around her.
Carlie was at a loss for words, in fact she spent her first twenty seconds of blood thirsty omni-dimensional death match looking around like a panicked deer. The only sound coming from her being the occasional confused semi-noise you’d expect to hear from your local lunatic. Carlie eventually calmed down enough to form a comprehensible sentence and not just single syllables.
“Whaaaaaaaat?!”
Course, it was a single word sentence, lengthened and shouted to an outlandish level, but it was a small improvement none the less.
“Wh-what? I-but –no! No, no, no, no, no, no. NO. That...doesn’t just happen! That’s not a thing that happens!”
Carlie raged alone and out loud in the dilapidated room, her heated voice echoing around the bare walls and floors.
“I mean, I don’t expect much ok? Basic physics and oxygen and shit!” She flailed her arms around as a sound example of ‘basic physics’. “But this!? This is not something that happens in REAL LIFE!”
The twenty-five year old stomped around like toddler having a tantrum, her movements jerky and full of contempt for life not doing its job properly. “Unless...” She paused to think, her turbo-panicked brain attempting to make sense of the completely absurd situation she was in right now.
“Oh fuck I knew it. Fucking...called it. This. This is some drug fuelled hallucination isn’t it? Of course it is.” Carlie rolled her hand through her thick and mangled hair. “Should’a listened to those Social Health Seminars in school Carlie. ’Oh you take drugs and everything will be fine and then oh no! Psycho drug dream with spiders crawling up your arms and shit!’” She couldn’t help but glance down at her arms for aforementioned spiders and then to her surroundings once more.
“This room’s pretty big, but I remember last being in my bedroom...” Of course, by bedroom she meant ‘room of latest unfortunate friend she had decided to leech off’ “So that means this room is actually small and is actually an illusion HOHA!” Carlie proceeded to run around the square living room like a maniac, kicking up more dust and ancient ceramics as she went. It took her a good minute to realise that in fact the room was as big as advertised and she was being incredibly dumb. She sheepishly slowed down and contemplated some more.
“Alright...so that must mean I’ve...collapsed and I’m having some hallucinogenic fever dream, I guess?” Once again she asked a question to no one; no doubt an onlooker would think poor Ms. Levenson was talking to an imaginary friend. Carlie took a glance at the entrance of the room, the old wooden frame ensnared in rot, the door long gone. “Presumably this house is a metaphor for some aspect of my life isn’t it?”
Carlie reflected a little on her life, in the back of her mind she had a thought that maybe, this was all real. That maybe, this had something to do with her... ‘skill’. She quickly evicted that thought from her psyche. No, this isn’t real, it can’t be real. How could this possibly be real?
“Well great. I’m stuck in an episode of Life on Mars.” Carlie reluctantly shambled out of the doorway.
“I am so dead.”
The olden manor ached and moaned in pain. The constant winds ebbing away at the structures brittle bones had taken its toll, and it had been so long since it had so many visitors, especially ones deciding to rudely and spontaneously exist from the inside. In the shell of an antiquated sitting room did a certain Ms. Levenson decide to materialise from whatever godforsaken ether she had previously come from. Her entrance kicked up a tumult of dust and pottery fragments around her.
Carlie was at a loss for words, in fact she spent her first twenty seconds of blood thirsty omni-dimensional death match looking around like a panicked deer. The only sound coming from her being the occasional confused semi-noise you’d expect to hear from your local lunatic. Carlie eventually calmed down enough to form a comprehensible sentence and not just single syllables.
“Whaaaaaaaat?!”
Course, it was a single word sentence, lengthened and shouted to an outlandish level, but it was a small improvement none the less.
“Wh-what? I-but –no! No, no, no, no, no, no. NO. That...doesn’t just happen! That’s not a thing that happens!”
Carlie raged alone and out loud in the dilapidated room, her heated voice echoing around the bare walls and floors.
“I mean, I don’t expect much ok? Basic physics and oxygen and shit!” She flailed her arms around as a sound example of ‘basic physics’. “But this!? This is not something that happens in REAL LIFE!”
The twenty-five year old stomped around like toddler having a tantrum, her movements jerky and full of contempt for life not doing its job properly. “Unless...” She paused to think, her turbo-panicked brain attempting to make sense of the completely absurd situation she was in right now.
“Oh fuck I knew it. Fucking...called it. This. This is some drug fuelled hallucination isn’t it? Of course it is.” Carlie rolled her hand through her thick and mangled hair. “Should’a listened to those Social Health Seminars in school Carlie. ’Oh you take drugs and everything will be fine and then oh no! Psycho drug dream with spiders crawling up your arms and shit!’” She couldn’t help but glance down at her arms for aforementioned spiders and then to her surroundings once more.
“This room’s pretty big, but I remember last being in my bedroom...” Of course, by bedroom she meant ‘room of latest unfortunate friend she had decided to leech off’ “So that means this room is actually small and is actually an illusion HOHA!” Carlie proceeded to run around the square living room like a maniac, kicking up more dust and ancient ceramics as she went. It took her a good minute to realise that in fact the room was as big as advertised and she was being incredibly dumb. She sheepishly slowed down and contemplated some more.
“Alright...so that must mean I’ve...collapsed and I’m having some hallucinogenic fever dream, I guess?” Once again she asked a question to no one; no doubt an onlooker would think poor Ms. Levenson was talking to an imaginary friend. Carlie took a glance at the entrance of the room, the old wooden frame ensnared in rot, the door long gone. “Presumably this house is a metaphor for some aspect of my life isn’t it?”
Carlie reflected a little on her life, in the back of her mind she had a thought that maybe, this was all real. That maybe, this had something to do with her... ‘skill’. She quickly evicted that thought from her psyche. No, this isn’t real, it can’t be real. How could this possibly be real?
“Well great. I’m stuck in an episode of Life on Mars.” Carlie reluctantly shambled out of the doorway.
“I am so dead.”