A Break in the Rhythm
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Click to view*locked in the ruined bathroom she sits in the tub twirling the small red crystal that nearly throbs with fury. rolling it back and forth in her fingers, her red rimmed eyes seem to bore into its depth and she appears lost in thought. the shards of shattered mirror upon the floor reflect her tear ruined face from hundreds of varying angles, some from beneath a thin layer of water bubbling from the broken toilet. the sink is hissing out its contents in a high powered stream; white noise to help her focus her attentions, soothing, its effect on her. she pulls her knees in to her chest and rests her chin upon them, never removing her gaze from the small gem. her lips move without sound and prattle on silently about the cruelty of fate. memories of moments she's not yet experienced play, a broken record, again and again in her mind's eye, torturing and relentless. she is haunted with all consuming love for someone she hasn't even met, in this time line, and the helplessness of possibly losing him before she even has the chance to. a soul mate, no, her soul mate, and already he's taken away, controlled by evil. the waves of raw emotion emanate in rivulets from her body, amassing in strength and intertwining together, twisting in upon itself forming a tumultuous knot: animosity, confoundment, dedication, yearning, shock, and resolution. she chews her lip as she formulates plans, the emotion waves growing in strength all the while.*
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For any who care to look about Sailor X's quarters, if they dare, one may find a small stack of badly worn composition notebooks decoupaged with completely random stickers (glitter, upc codes, device warning stickers, hello kitty, plain clothes sailor scouts, chikita banana labels, etc and so on) and doodles. For any ballsy enough, or rather, stupid enough, to dare rifle through their contents they'll find an ADD mix of journal entries, notes to self, character description, grocery lists, and childish doodles. The most recent entry is tear spattered, scribbled in haste and many words are scratched out, including some whole lines. It reads:
FML FML FML!!!!! no...he can be saved. we can do this! I ..I don't even know him. I mean, I do, I will...I did? this, right now, I don't. aaarrgh! We're supposed to be together. I have someone?! He doesn't make any sense, totally against what I've always said. I have these memories....but I haven't experienced them...in this lifetime. All this hell, all these failed relationships, because I somehow knew, my subconscious knew. I look at his pictures and my heart stirs like a nest of bumble bees. ...but he's brainwashed or...something. Artemis! That bastard! He has him, he did this! He too his mind isn't clear. why???? after everything I've already suffered I've been through much, and now I know why, I have my reason to fight, my reason to try my hardest for now on. I'll save him. I'll save him! I WILL! TRUE LOVE WILL TRIUMPH true lajg gfki *incomprehensible scribbles continue*