Apr. 2nd, 2011


I, who have always been unbecoming, am becoming un.

Red sun; black robes - silence; no sweat.

It's just not in her nature.

Elphaba takes her boots off and shrieks at the smell. It's been a while since she got out of the river (How did a river managed to fit into a bucket, pray say?) and she has strayed as further away from water as she could.

She tries to summon anger for Dorothy, for Glinda, for Nessarose, even for Lir and his stupid fascination with Dorothy (everybody loves the sweet and ignorant Dorothy) - but it's all fading. What she still knows is that she will get those shoes, but she will never get forgiveness for Fyiero. Dear Fyiero.

She watches lazily her monkey flapping its wings.
She's just green; and empty.

Jun. 30th, 2010


{ open post } : Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.

"Oh!" Vasilissa exclaims, jumping graciously to her feet. She quickly inspects the area and brushes a fold of her dress, in case - you never know - someone is watching. Getting her composure back, she relocates the unfortunate hedgehog she was about to sit on and, finally, manages to sit down.

Tiredness took its toll. She has been rowing upstream for a week now, right from the sea, but she got distracted by a pool of shiny fishes and smashed the little boat against some rocks. From a distance, this place looked like it was inhabited - food, warm bed, a bath and mayhaps aromatic massage...but now it seemed to her there will be no such thing in this poor place.

But Vasilissa is not the type to get discouraged nor upset. So she waits. Surely, something good will come her way; if not, she'll go find it on the morrow.

May. 24th, 2010


(special open post): there's a feeling i get when i look to the west.

"I wasn't expecting this --."

Brilliant - now she's talking to herself. But then again, it shouldn't surprise her. She's been moving for weeks, perhaps (she sort of lost count and wouldn't admit it), without the comfort of a companion, of her -- no thinking of Jasper. No. She promised herself.

The landscape surprised her all along: she had to admit she'd been busy traveling around Europe, rather than discovering the beauties of her native land. Now there it was, a wonderfully vast plateau, linked with a similar one through a wobbly-looking rope bridge, and if she looked down -- oh, the temptation of the abyss. Sublime. It was love at first sight.

And all around her, as well as on the other side, and when she looks down, there are signs of past lives being carried on here; signs of lives and deaths and hopes that were born and burned and saw their accomplishment or failure here.

Here, there were people.

Alice's wish is to see this place buzzing with life again.

So she sets on exploring, carefully looking behind every rock, testing the ground, sniffing the air. She'll be quite preoccupied and frown often.

OOC: Alice Cullen has just arrived on one of the plateaus and is about to start exploring the land. Although this post is meant for Aziraphale only, their players felt that it was important for everyone to know how it all started - hence, the post is open and on the community.