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interstellar55552016-02-06 09:21 pm
oceantier) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-06 09:21 pm
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Don't fall down when it's time to arise.
Who: Lapis Lazuli, OPEN
What: Multiple prompts
When: Early February. After ghosts.
Where: Locations different for each prompt.
Warnings: None.
Background: Lapis has gotten herself a job as a dancer for Pride Records. Shapeshifting used for a human appearance, so no blue showing.
A. Lost? - Open to anyone in Pride
The keycard is new, unscratched from passes through the machine. After exasperated explanation from the guard, she finally manages to turn it in the proper direction, checking in. It's hard to say if she really absorbs the torrent of directions that he gives her as far as where she's supposed to go for practice; she stares back at him with grave, dark eyes as he rattles them off, gives the slightest of nods, and heads off on her own, a map of the building in hand.
Thankfully, she came early, because over the next couple of hours, she can be found wandering areas of the building that are decidedly not the practice room she's been assigned to report to for her first day of work. She doesn't manage the residential areas, but it seems that she hits nearly every other hallway.
Probably a good thing she arrived early.
B. End-of-day - Open to anyone in Pride
Practices are done for the day -- at least the formal ones. The late sun slants through the windows as the city lapses towards darkness in last notes of shimmering gold.
The remaining inhabitant of one of the practice rooms hasn't bothered with the lights yet, paying little attention to the dimming of the walls around her. Music is on -- something soft, more rhythmic. She seems to have slipped into it like warm water, almost floating, letting it flow in and around her, absorbing her in its grasp. She dances, twisting, bare feet feather-light on the floor, hands and fingers tracing through the air.
The music builds; her body arches, leaps more powerfully than it should be able to manage, lands and twists into the next movement. She's paying no attention to the world around her, absorbed into the strike of her feet against the wood, the currents of air shifting against her skin. Note by note, she translates the music into physicality, each phrase given weight and meaning.
C. Ocean - Open to anyone
The beach is cold, especially this time of year and this time of day, and the tides are higher, the water thrashing against the shore. The moon is high and clear, washing the sands in silver light; the stars are bright in the darkness of the night sky.
There shouldn't be anyone out . . . but there is. A figure perches on a rock on the remaining ribbon of sand, watching the water sweep in and out.
This is the temporary home that Lapis Lazuli has found for herself. Without much need for sleep, the Gem can often be found on the shore -- or in a fairly deep indentation in the cliffs. If her skin appears blue . . . it's probably just a trick of the light, right?
D. Have another idea? Want interaction with Lapis, but none of these will work? PM or poke me on Plurk!
What: Multiple prompts
When: Early February. After ghosts.
Where: Locations different for each prompt.
Warnings: None.
Background: Lapis has gotten herself a job as a dancer for Pride Records. Shapeshifting used for a human appearance, so no blue showing.
A. Lost? - Open to anyone in Pride
The keycard is new, unscratched from passes through the machine. After exasperated explanation from the guard, she finally manages to turn it in the proper direction, checking in. It's hard to say if she really absorbs the torrent of directions that he gives her as far as where she's supposed to go for practice; she stares back at him with grave, dark eyes as he rattles them off, gives the slightest of nods, and heads off on her own, a map of the building in hand.
Thankfully, she came early, because over the next couple of hours, she can be found wandering areas of the building that are decidedly not the practice room she's been assigned to report to for her first day of work. She doesn't manage the residential areas, but it seems that she hits nearly every other hallway.
Probably a good thing she arrived early.
B. End-of-day - Open to anyone in Pride
Practices are done for the day -- at least the formal ones. The late sun slants through the windows as the city lapses towards darkness in last notes of shimmering gold.
The remaining inhabitant of one of the practice rooms hasn't bothered with the lights yet, paying little attention to the dimming of the walls around her. Music is on -- something soft, more rhythmic. She seems to have slipped into it like warm water, almost floating, letting it flow in and around her, absorbing her in its grasp. She dances, twisting, bare feet feather-light on the floor, hands and fingers tracing through the air.
The music builds; her body arches, leaps more powerfully than it should be able to manage, lands and twists into the next movement. She's paying no attention to the world around her, absorbed into the strike of her feet against the wood, the currents of air shifting against her skin. Note by note, she translates the music into physicality, each phrase given weight and meaning.
C. Ocean - Open to anyone
The beach is cold, especially this time of year and this time of day, and the tides are higher, the water thrashing against the shore. The moon is high and clear, washing the sands in silver light; the stars are bright in the darkness of the night sky.
There shouldn't be anyone out . . . but there is. A figure perches on a rock on the remaining ribbon of sand, watching the water sweep in and out.
This is the temporary home that Lapis Lazuli has found for herself. Without much need for sleep, the Gem can often be found on the shore -- or in a fairly deep indentation in the cliffs. If her skin appears blue . . . it's probably just a trick of the light, right?
D. Have another idea? Want interaction with Lapis, but none of these will work? PM or poke me on Plurk!
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Against better judgement, he continues. "There were ghosts. They, ah, talked to us." A part of Marty feels kind of silly for bringing this up. Another part of him is so incredibly nervous, it feels like he was just punched in the gut. If they find out he's talking about this more, he'll have two broken wrists instead of one. "We broke in to save..." What were their names? It's so foggy.
"I don't know who they were, but it-" He can't talk about it anymore. His brain tells him to shut up, because if he keeps babbling about it, the chances of them coming back are huge. So instead, he brings up his wrist that's wrapped poorly in a bandage. "They did this."
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Very softly, "The ghosts broke your wrist? Or . . . ?"
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How were they doing anymore? He kind of had to wonder about that. But he won't bring that up, not now.
Instead he swallows, recalling things that were a little too painful to retrieve. "They took me. I helped to open the vent, and I distracted guards..." It all floods back a little too quickly. "They took me. It was them."
If he keeps talking, they'll find him. His heart starts to beat a little too quickly. "Y'know?"
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A tendril of water curls upward from the waves, crossing the space in between them. It winds around his wrist, the temperature cold and likely about as soothing as ice. It doesn't sink in; it just sits on the surface, cooling, lying over the joint like a gleaming second skin.
Lapis' eyes have softened, her attention on his wrist. "They're keeping you from telling me now."
It's a statement far more than a question.
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When Marty looks up, she doesn't look as fierce. The way the water acts kind of proves it. But what she has to say does surprise him quite a bit. Marty looks down to his feet, then looks left and right. Just in case.
"Y-Yeah. I can't..." He bites down on his lip, and shakes his head. "I just can't."
She seemed to understand, though. That enough was relieving. "Y'know?"
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Though not having even the mercy of her own mind . . . that's harder. She can have sympathy for that -- and a great deal of empathy for the rest.
"What is your name?"
i'm sorry if this was posted twice! dw said it didn't go through, but...
This lady wasn't a part of the brainwashing. She had no idea what he was talking about until just now. But she was a prisoner? Did she go through something like this before, or was just feeling sorry for him?
"...Marty." He's a little hesitant to say it at first. What would it matter, though? "McFly."
Nope, you're good!
"Stay. If you want. . . . Except don't tell anyone you saw me."
awesome, thanks!
But something keeps him there. His head tilts to the side, and he dares to take a step forward.
"Why? What's your name?"
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"It's better if you don't know."
She turns again, wading into the ocean as though she means to go farther.