Xazor Elessar
Nov 27th, 2003, 10:52:52 AM
Parabol
Artist: Tool
So familiar and overwhelmingly warm
This one, this form I hold now.
Embracing you, this reality here,
This one, this form I hold now, so
Wide eyed and hopeful.
Wide eyed and hopefully wild.
We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion.
* * * * *
"One, two, three -- three little friends." A raspy voice echoed eerily through the darkness of the lonely upstairs room of Dexter's Diner. The light reflected, for a moment, upon a shadowed figure sitting at a glass table with a small plastic bottle in her hand. Smiling as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the woman giggled absently but in the process, accidentally dropped the bottle on the floor, spilling the contents with several clinking sounds. "DAMNIT!" She shouted angrily and looked to the floor, her eyes that once possessed precision night vision were now blurred and she could only see small white specks against a spinning black floor. "How the hell?!" The woman questioned as she dropped to her knees and placed her hands upon the floor, eyes searching for what she could not see.
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"C'mon Marcus, this isn't funny!" A meek voice rang through some abandoned halls of a large structure -- a castle, but not just any castle -- the most beautiful work of architecture that Xazor Elessar had ever seen. It was incredible, and only she and a few others had ever had the pleasure of viewing it for themselves. Trilith, truly a magical place -- a place of peace and rest, but at the moment, it was a place of worry. Meandering through the lower corridors of the castle, Xazor soon found herself lost.
She happened upon a door and looked upon it with a curious expression. "I swear I've seen this before." She spoke in a whisper, knowing that Marcus was around somewhere but was not aiding her in finding her way out of the bowls of the castle. "Fine." She stated with a hint of cockiness. Smiling toothily, the Garou Knight opened the door quickly but frowned when she came upon the thing she could only imagine in a dream. "You've got to be kidding me." She sighed and entered the room, shutting the door behind her. There before her was a room, barely lit with small lights from the ceiling. All along the four walls were doors -- endless doors with the numbers "1", "2", and "3" repeating consecutively. "What?!" She questioned and turned to open the door behind her, but it was locked. "What kind of hell is this, Marcus?!" She yelled and slammed her fist angrily into the door. In that moment, an ominous laughter could be heard from all around her.
Looking toward the center of the room, the Knight attempted to walk forth, but was unable to. "No no no, Xazor -- you're going about this all wrong." The voice echoed. It was not that of Marcus or anyone else that she was even relatively familiar with. It was strange and she didn't like it. "What do you wa--" But her words were cut off when a low grumbling sound echoed around her. Suddenly, from the endless ceiling above, hundreds of small white marbles fell to the floor. "DAMNIT!" The words echoed in her mind, but just as soon as the word escaped her lips, a young Garou woman sat straight up in bed, sweating bullets and breathing heavily. "Bless my soul."
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"Gotch'ya!" She giggled out of happiness then and grabbed up a handful of the white pills from the ground and shoved them into the bottle once again. "Some say the end is near -- some say we'll see Armageddon soon. I sure hope so." Xazor mumbled as she came to rest her back against a wall before dizzily reaching up for her glass of nearby water, spilling a bit on her arms and hands. "Oh my head." She said, without awareness of what she was doing. In an instant, four pills were popped into her mouth and she was sipping on the water to swallow them.
"Alone -- at -- last." She whispered. "Hello again, so good to see you. It's been so long. You -- must have -- missed me." She whispered once again as her eyes began to shut. The glass of water slowly slipped out of her hand and it hit the floor, spilling all over as the vessel shattered, slinging shards of glass at her legs. A few made contact and cut deeply into her flesh, but it did not even phase the woman who now was so in and out of consciousness, she could have been shot and not realized it. "My third -- eye. I -- need to see. Open -- need -- tru -- truth." And with that, the drugs had fully taken over and she collapsed upon the ground with the pills sitting peacefully in the bottle beside her limp arm.
Artist: Tool
So familiar and overwhelmingly warm
This one, this form I hold now.
Embracing you, this reality here,
This one, this form I hold now, so
Wide eyed and hopeful.
Wide eyed and hopefully wild.
We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel eternal. All this pain is an illusion.
* * * * *
"One, two, three -- three little friends." A raspy voice echoed eerily through the darkness of the lonely upstairs room of Dexter's Diner. The light reflected, for a moment, upon a shadowed figure sitting at a glass table with a small plastic bottle in her hand. Smiling as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the woman giggled absently but in the process, accidentally dropped the bottle on the floor, spilling the contents with several clinking sounds. "DAMNIT!" She shouted angrily and looked to the floor, her eyes that once possessed precision night vision were now blurred and she could only see small white specks against a spinning black floor. "How the hell?!" The woman questioned as she dropped to her knees and placed her hands upon the floor, eyes searching for what she could not see.
__________________
"C'mon Marcus, this isn't funny!" A meek voice rang through some abandoned halls of a large structure -- a castle, but not just any castle -- the most beautiful work of architecture that Xazor Elessar had ever seen. It was incredible, and only she and a few others had ever had the pleasure of viewing it for themselves. Trilith, truly a magical place -- a place of peace and rest, but at the moment, it was a place of worry. Meandering through the lower corridors of the castle, Xazor soon found herself lost.
She happened upon a door and looked upon it with a curious expression. "I swear I've seen this before." She spoke in a whisper, knowing that Marcus was around somewhere but was not aiding her in finding her way out of the bowls of the castle. "Fine." She stated with a hint of cockiness. Smiling toothily, the Garou Knight opened the door quickly but frowned when she came upon the thing she could only imagine in a dream. "You've got to be kidding me." She sighed and entered the room, shutting the door behind her. There before her was a room, barely lit with small lights from the ceiling. All along the four walls were doors -- endless doors with the numbers "1", "2", and "3" repeating consecutively. "What?!" She questioned and turned to open the door behind her, but it was locked. "What kind of hell is this, Marcus?!" She yelled and slammed her fist angrily into the door. In that moment, an ominous laughter could be heard from all around her.
Looking toward the center of the room, the Knight attempted to walk forth, but was unable to. "No no no, Xazor -- you're going about this all wrong." The voice echoed. It was not that of Marcus or anyone else that she was even relatively familiar with. It was strange and she didn't like it. "What do you wa--" But her words were cut off when a low grumbling sound echoed around her. Suddenly, from the endless ceiling above, hundreds of small white marbles fell to the floor. "DAMNIT!" The words echoed in her mind, but just as soon as the word escaped her lips, a young Garou woman sat straight up in bed, sweating bullets and breathing heavily. "Bless my soul."
_____________________
"Gotch'ya!" She giggled out of happiness then and grabbed up a handful of the white pills from the ground and shoved them into the bottle once again. "Some say the end is near -- some say we'll see Armageddon soon. I sure hope so." Xazor mumbled as she came to rest her back against a wall before dizzily reaching up for her glass of nearby water, spilling a bit on her arms and hands. "Oh my head." She said, without awareness of what she was doing. In an instant, four pills were popped into her mouth and she was sipping on the water to swallow them.
"Alone -- at -- last." She whispered. "Hello again, so good to see you. It's been so long. You -- must have -- missed me." She whispered once again as her eyes began to shut. The glass of water slowly slipped out of her hand and it hit the floor, spilling all over as the vessel shattered, slinging shards of glass at her legs. A few made contact and cut deeply into her flesh, but it did not even phase the woman who now was so in and out of consciousness, she could have been shot and not realized it. "My third -- eye. I -- need to see. Open -- need -- tru -- truth." And with that, the drugs had fully taken over and she collapsed upon the ground with the pills sitting peacefully in the bottle beside her limp arm.