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| − | Sometimes life just happens, even when you least expect it. Leave it to me to be living a perfect life, balance, friends, fun and some hard work helping people... when everything takes a hard left. I have no idea what is going on, maybe I'm losing my mind, but it doesn't feel like that... It feels like I'm waking up. As though I've been sleeping in the movie theater, and now there are brighter lights, fuller sounds, so much more excitement around me. | + | == Drop, Kick, Can You Handle It? == |
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| + | ''Sometimes life just happens, even when you least expect it. Leave it to me to be living a perfect life, balance, friends, fun and some hard work helping people... when everything takes a hard left. I have no idea what is going on, maybe I'm losing my mind, but it doesn't feel like that... It feels like I'm waking up. As though I've been sleeping in the movie theater, and now there are brighter lights, fuller sounds, so much more excitement around me. | ||
But I've seen what happens to those that seek out help, telling doctors that they are seeing things, hearing things. No matter how beautiful, how articulate, how well that conversation goes... the person is always shut away, labeled, left compartmentalized, minimized. A lesser citizen. I won't, can't, allow that to happen to me. Never will they shut me away. I would rather die. | But I've seen what happens to those that seek out help, telling doctors that they are seeing things, hearing things. No matter how beautiful, how articulate, how well that conversation goes... the person is always shut away, labeled, left compartmentalized, minimized. A lesser citizen. I won't, can't, allow that to happen to me. Never will they shut me away. I would rather die. | ||
| − | Still... I hear the bells so clearly. Like wind chimes or Corinthian bells in a garden, sometimes accompanying the laughter of children. It always makes me smile... if just for a moment. | + | Still... I hear the bells so clearly. Like wind chimes or Corinthian bells in a garden, sometimes accompanying the laughter of children. It always makes me smile... if just for a moment.'' |
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| + | Eroica Greyson is just now coming into her own, a late-bloomer, and how this Chrysalis goes will determine her future path. Right now, her life is full of clubs, dancing, electronic dance music, boys and girls both, and as much hedonism as she can get her greedy little grabby hands on. Her daytime is full of her nursing job at the hospital, running in her spare time, and making a meager living. But the nighttime is her time, her time to shine. The opportunity to live under the lights, the dreams of the beauty and angst-less dance club floor with people who just want to experience amazing together. | ||
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| + | She can be found, most any evening, at Rhapsody - the most amazing rave she has ever experienced. She's hooked, and she goes as many times as she can drag her other friends to go with her. Other venues include the Tower, where there is something for everyone in her little clique. Now and then they do show up at the Crypt, especially when one of her best friends has a hankering for a specific type of date. | ||
Revision as of 11:34, 9 January 2015
Drop, Kick, Can You Handle It?
Sometimes life just happens, even when you least expect it. Leave it to me to be living a perfect life, balance, friends, fun and some hard work helping people... when everything takes a hard left. I have no idea what is going on, maybe I'm losing my mind, but it doesn't feel like that... It feels like I'm waking up. As though I've been sleeping in the movie theater, and now there are brighter lights, fuller sounds, so much more excitement around me.
But I've seen what happens to those that seek out help, telling doctors that they are seeing things, hearing things. No matter how beautiful, how articulate, how well that conversation goes... the person is always shut away, labeled, left compartmentalized, minimized. A lesser citizen. I won't, can't, allow that to happen to me. Never will they shut me away. I would rather die.
Still... I hear the bells so clearly. Like wind chimes or Corinthian bells in a garden, sometimes accompanying the laughter of children. It always makes me smile... if just for a moment.
Eroica Greyson is just now coming into her own, a late-bloomer, and how this Chrysalis goes will determine her future path. Right now, her life is full of clubs, dancing, electronic dance music, boys and girls both, and as much hedonism as she can get her greedy little grabby hands on. Her daytime is full of her nursing job at the hospital, running in her spare time, and making a meager living. But the nighttime is her time, her time to shine. The opportunity to live under the lights, the dreams of the beauty and angst-less dance club floor with people who just want to experience amazing together.
She can be found, most any evening, at Rhapsody - the most amazing rave she has ever experienced. She's hooked, and she goes as many times as she can drag her other friends to go with her. Other venues include the Tower, where there is something for everyone in her little clique. Now and then they do show up at the Crypt, especially when one of her best friends has a hankering for a specific type of date.
