Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 0:34:15 GMT
Sometimes, you feel as if you’re being thrown out there for nothing more than a show,
Nothing more than the test, the dance for the sake of it,
Sometimes it’s not survival, it’s evolution.
Pandora lays in bed thinking about the upcoming dance, the swigs and sways and how much she was looking forwards to it, people had lives outside of this business and hers was locked in nightclubs, comic cons , gaming sessions and a smile to the world just to spite it’s cruelty.
But inside her she knew the truth of it, she enjoyed the chaos and madness because it was as necessary as breathing, harmony and cacophony in simple terms needed each other Yin to Yang.
But of course this wouldn’t be easy, it never was, the day it became easy was the day she’d rise.
Time to expose yourself, be brave and smile.
No regrets.
Fade in.
We find Pandora at a mirror brush dipping into the lip gloss, applying each string of color to her lips, the rainbow’d Raver is donning her face as she looks in the mirror, another flicker of lip gloss and she checks to see if her work is right, a small light picked up and her face lights up in Ultraviolet glory.
She smiles and nods.
“Welcome to the Carnival guys and a Extinction event along with survival of the fittest.”
She nods and turns slowly, her form clad in a slightly darker toned version of her usual ring wear.
“In a few moments I’m gonna step out there and I’m gonna greet the fans and get ready for the fight of my light against Hel Sawyer ,And yeah I ‘ know her full name but to me? She’s Hel.”
She rubs her hands together even as she sorta bounces a little.
“Honestly? I kinda wanted in the extinction Event, but needs must Sweety, we’re gonna face off, and what is on the line? Pride? Honor? Or maybe it’s just the fact that we’ve touched this dance before but we both haven’t –really- stood opposite each other and made the music yet have we?”
She giggles a little and tilts her head to one side as she considerers that statement and said softly.
“You Spoke last week about loyalty, and you spoke about how I am the one that gave you a welcoming, you called me pattern weaver and Child of chaos, and now it’s at the point where we find out just how well we know each other, dancing as we are around the edges of eternity, flying as close to the sun as we can get and getting –so- close we can taste it, I know deep inside you’re looking forwards to this. Hell I am too.”
Pan smiles a bit more and chuckles.
“If anything comes out of this Hel, it’s that how this match ends won’t change how I think about you, not one bit, there’s that unspoken danger a wildness about you that I have to admire and you have in the past written me off as ‘just another gamer girl’ But I think you know that deep down I’m –waaaaaaaay- more complex than that just like you , are way more complex than you let on.”
She grins a little more, moving to a unbidden beat as she grins.
“For me and you this isn’t survival we –need- this we want this we both desire to rip and tear and dance and when all is said and done ,one of us will be up and the other will be down , and it –will- be beautiful.”
She nodded to herself and flexes her hands even as she smirks.
“We fall down, we get back up, that’s what we do.. But come soon Survival of the fittest will become real horror show as they say, the colors they see will seem so real and every hit will be felt.. I can hear your bet Hel, layers on layers as the Abyss swarms below you, and Somewhere in there…You are afraid..”
Pan leans forwards those starry eyes of hers looking past the lens even as her painted face seems to light up all the more.
“Afraid to let go, afraid to jump, you put on a brave face but I can hear it in you like a little pitter patter, in the end Hel, We’re the same, I just have the courage to admit who am I and be all the brighter for it..”
She grins.
“No regrets.”
She starts to hum a song.. eyes closing and mutters to the tune of “The Pretender” by the Food fighters.
“Come soon Cleaveland isn’t going to see a whole new Pandora, but they’ll see a Pan in full reverie, and so will you, opening my box of tricks sweetie, bring your best, nothing less and when you look in the mirror…Try to see who you really are. Head up Chun up. Don’t be afraid. And absolutely No regrets. Let me be the one to bring you to life.”
Pan tips an imaginary hat and blows the camera a kiss and gives a wink.
“Start up the Choir…”
Pandora stalks out of shot just as “Ghouls” by tha new team can be heard in the background everything fading to that now somewhat telltale vocalized voice as the back consumes the shot.
We all recognize that I’m…the Problem here.
All the people, they came and went like a blur, That’s what it was to her now, All there was now was the beat and fight, a rush like she couldn’t describe, she was growing more comfortable with the person she saw in the mirror, there were less questions and more answers now, she never expected things to ever be easy, and though there was some part of her that was a bit shaken up by all the things.
The only source of true discomfort was laying out Fiona, but even then…even then a statement needed to be made, she thought, truly about all the things these people do when they aren’t fighting, their loves their losses and just much much they have really compared to what she has, making herself a Ronin, disconnected form everything and drifting through lives to wreck or enrich them.
That was her choice, her burden, her hopes. Maybe this time she had found somebody to really honestly share that with.
But first… She had to win.
Nothing more than the test, the dance for the sake of it,
Sometimes it’s not survival, it’s evolution.
Pandora lays in bed thinking about the upcoming dance, the swigs and sways and how much she was looking forwards to it, people had lives outside of this business and hers was locked in nightclubs, comic cons , gaming sessions and a smile to the world just to spite it’s cruelty.
But inside her she knew the truth of it, she enjoyed the chaos and madness because it was as necessary as breathing, harmony and cacophony in simple terms needed each other Yin to Yang.
But of course this wouldn’t be easy, it never was, the day it became easy was the day she’d rise.
Time to expose yourself, be brave and smile.
No regrets.
Fade in.
We find Pandora at a mirror brush dipping into the lip gloss, applying each string of color to her lips, the rainbow’d Raver is donning her face as she looks in the mirror, another flicker of lip gloss and she checks to see if her work is right, a small light picked up and her face lights up in Ultraviolet glory.
She smiles and nods.
“Welcome to the Carnival guys and a Extinction event along with survival of the fittest.”
She nods and turns slowly, her form clad in a slightly darker toned version of her usual ring wear.
“In a few moments I’m gonna step out there and I’m gonna greet the fans and get ready for the fight of my light against Hel Sawyer ,And yeah I ‘ know her full name but to me? She’s Hel.”
She rubs her hands together even as she sorta bounces a little.
“Honestly? I kinda wanted in the extinction Event, but needs must Sweety, we’re gonna face off, and what is on the line? Pride? Honor? Or maybe it’s just the fact that we’ve touched this dance before but we both haven’t –really- stood opposite each other and made the music yet have we?”
She giggles a little and tilts her head to one side as she considerers that statement and said softly.
“You Spoke last week about loyalty, and you spoke about how I am the one that gave you a welcoming, you called me pattern weaver and Child of chaos, and now it’s at the point where we find out just how well we know each other, dancing as we are around the edges of eternity, flying as close to the sun as we can get and getting –so- close we can taste it, I know deep inside you’re looking forwards to this. Hell I am too.”
Pan smiles a bit more and chuckles.
“If anything comes out of this Hel, it’s that how this match ends won’t change how I think about you, not one bit, there’s that unspoken danger a wildness about you that I have to admire and you have in the past written me off as ‘just another gamer girl’ But I think you know that deep down I’m –waaaaaaaay- more complex than that just like you , are way more complex than you let on.”
She grins a little more, moving to a unbidden beat as she grins.
“For me and you this isn’t survival we –need- this we want this we both desire to rip and tear and dance and when all is said and done ,one of us will be up and the other will be down , and it –will- be beautiful.”
She nodded to herself and flexes her hands even as she smirks.
“We fall down, we get back up, that’s what we do.. But come soon Survival of the fittest will become real horror show as they say, the colors they see will seem so real and every hit will be felt.. I can hear your bet Hel, layers on layers as the Abyss swarms below you, and Somewhere in there…You are afraid..”
Pan leans forwards those starry eyes of hers looking past the lens even as her painted face seems to light up all the more.
“Afraid to let go, afraid to jump, you put on a brave face but I can hear it in you like a little pitter patter, in the end Hel, We’re the same, I just have the courage to admit who am I and be all the brighter for it..”
She grins.
“No regrets.”
She starts to hum a song.. eyes closing and mutters to the tune of “The Pretender” by the Food fighters.
“Come soon Cleaveland isn’t going to see a whole new Pandora, but they’ll see a Pan in full reverie, and so will you, opening my box of tricks sweetie, bring your best, nothing less and when you look in the mirror…Try to see who you really are. Head up Chun up. Don’t be afraid. And absolutely No regrets. Let me be the one to bring you to life.”
Pan tips an imaginary hat and blows the camera a kiss and gives a wink.
“Start up the Choir…”
Pandora stalks out of shot just as “Ghouls” by tha new team can be heard in the background everything fading to that now somewhat telltale vocalized voice as the back consumes the shot.
We all recognize that I’m…the Problem here.
All the people, they came and went like a blur, That’s what it was to her now, All there was now was the beat and fight, a rush like she couldn’t describe, she was growing more comfortable with the person she saw in the mirror, there were less questions and more answers now, she never expected things to ever be easy, and though there was some part of her that was a bit shaken up by all the things.
The only source of true discomfort was laying out Fiona, but even then…even then a statement needed to be made, she thought, truly about all the things these people do when they aren’t fighting, their loves their losses and just much much they have really compared to what she has, making herself a Ronin, disconnected form everything and drifting through lives to wreck or enrich them.
That was her choice, her burden, her hopes. Maybe this time she had found somebody to really honestly share that with.
But first… She had to win.
Well howdy there pardner.