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paradisalost2011-09-02 11:49 am
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I dreamed I had a name...
Who:Winifred Burkle and YOU
What: Her Headspace
When: Anytime After Friday Evening
Where: Fred's Room (She won't be leaving it)
Rating: TBD (Darker themes present including slavery and torture)
The woman's fingers are raw, nails broken and worn and sacrificed to tough and unforgiving walls of stone. Rocks selected and abandoned are scattered at her feet, one after the other used until the right one's been found -- the white of the limestone occasionally blurring with red. There's more of her, to her on those walls than anywhere else.
The burning. The hurting. The blind curiosity that all stories start with. After all, you have to want to know. If you don't want to know, there's no knowing. Knowing and moving and hurting and even in this place she can't keep still. If she stops, she might stop to read. To actually see the pictures and words and stories and think about what it might actually be like -- being her.
She didn't want to be her...
What: Her Headspace
When: Anytime After Friday Evening
Where: Fred's Room (She won't be leaving it)
Rating: TBD (Darker themes present including slavery and torture)
The woman's fingers are raw, nails broken and worn and sacrificed to tough and unforgiving walls of stone. Rocks selected and abandoned are scattered at her feet, one after the other used until the right one's been found -- the white of the limestone occasionally blurring with red. There's more of her, to her on those walls than anywhere else.
The burning. The hurting. The blind curiosity that all stories start with. After all, you have to want to know. If you don't want to know, there's no knowing. Knowing and moving and hurting and even in this place she can't keep still. If she stops, she might stop to read. To actually see the pictures and words and stories and think about what it might actually be like -- being her.
She didn't want to be her...