cobaltazure: Laura Roslin (bsg: roslin warm colors)
References to rape.

Down, down, down we walked. If I allowed myself to, I could lose my sense of self among the descending throng before we ever reached the river. The farther we descended, the fewer differences distinguished the once-people surrounding me. All sizes and shapes melted and stretched into uniform gray rectangles that bore vague resemblances to people when I glimpsed them out of the corner of my eye. At every turn, more shades of former people joined us for the journey down to the world of the dead.

I wondered if the walk down turned me to gray as well. Gray muting the red hair that drew the eyes and attentions of gods. Gray turning my once-clear intentions to the bare need to put one foot in front of the other for the long trip down, and hopefully for the long trip up again.

I am Zoe Hester, I told myself. Daughter of Leon and Cornelia Hester. Age sixteen. I am here to live my own life. I have not come beneath the earth to die.

I remembered enough to toss my flask of the water from the river of forgetfulness over my shoulder once the spirit attending the newly dead turned its back on me. Among so many new souls, none of the attending spirits noticed me. Perhaps I appeared just as gray and rectangular to them as the true dead did. It would be better that way, to disguise the sound of my beating heart that, to my ears, rang out across the silent fields of the dead. Did the spirits have ears to hear my heart? I had not considered that prospect when I wandered far from home to find a sinkhole and follow it down, down, down to retrieve my fate.

Zoe Hester. Too young to die. Too striking to hide. Too headstrong to obey.

The first field would never hold what I sought. No, that would be too easy. I continued down through waves of washed-out souls with nothing before them but the world beneath the earth. From a distance, I saw no way through the crowd, but every row of immobile, insubstantial souls somehow parted before me. How many souls would I have to walk through before I reached my goal? I reassured myself with thoughts of how far I had come. I had already crossed the river unnoticed and nearly traversed the first field. Surely, I could overcome my aching feet to continue my march through the world of the dead. So long as my feet continued to ache, I could ward off the gray from reaching my heart, for I still had life within me.

I directed my thoughts to the living world as I walked in the hopes that the memories would keep me unaffected by the dead air. I thought of running my hands across the columns of the temples to feel the grooves in the stone. I had tried to live a good life under their protection. I had followed the rules, made the sacrifices, and done my best to avoid sin. If I did those things, then they would be gentle with my fate, for they held my fate in their hands and controlled each aspect of my destiny. But no more. The god I had encountered in the wood had expressed intentions that were anything but gentle. He had called me too pretty to stay hidden and told me I should feel honored. I remembered the shock of cold river water on my skin and the disappointment when the water washed nothing away.

So I dropped beneath the earth to follow a tale that might not even be true. One of the great heroes had descended to the world of the dead to collect his fate from the gods and thus become his own master. Unlike him, I was mortal, and I possessed no great gifts. Yet I had made it this far anyway.

"You are not supposed to be here."

I stopped and turned in the direction of the commanding voice, where I saw a woman clothed in deep purple who seemed to glow in contrast to the dull crowds of the dead surrounding her. Out of instinct, I fell to my knees before her. "Forgive me, my lady," I said. Had I obeyed the proper courtesies? At this point, did my lack of manners even matter? I had trespassed. The very act of coming to the world of the dead for my fate suggested that I could handle my fate better than the gods could. A voice whispered to me that I could do that, but the gods likely would not take the suggestion kindly.

"Your thread is uncut." Her voice had lost none of its authority, but she did not sound angry. "Your heart still beats. Tell me who you are and why you have come here."

It took a moment too long for my name to spring to my lips. "Zoe Hester, my lady. I heard the tales of the hero Renald, and I--I thought to do the same."

"To claim your fate?" I had always envisioned my fate as a thread according to the stories, but when the glowing outlines of a swan appeared in the goddess's hands, I recognized it as my fate. I rose to accept it, but the goddess drew back her hands, and the swan disappeared.

"Yes, my lady." I bowed my head. "I am but mortal, and I have no great gifts, but--I am no longer welcome in the house of my parents, and I do not know how to make my way. So I thought to claim my fate and bring myself hope."

"Hope," the goddess repeated. I dared to look up again and saw her watching me. I bowed my head again and did not move, even as I wondered what she was waiting for. "Who would I be if I denied a maiden hope?"

"But--my lady--I am not--"

"Take it," she said to me. The swan appeared in her hands again, and she extended them towards me. I touched its glow and gasped, unprepared for the shock of power that came with holding my own fate. "Keep it safe."

"Thank you, my--"

"Don't thank me yet," the goddess said. "I have given you your hope. You must not waste it on your way back to the living."
cobaltazure: Laura Roslin (bsg: roslin warm colors)
"Hey! Good to see you again!" A tall boy whose T-shirt read I HATE T-SHIRT SLOGANS stopped in front of me and threw his hand up in the air. I slowly raised my right hand while looking into Slogans's blue eyes, trying to figure out how I knew someone at a school I had never set foot in. After the most awkward high five in recorded history, I still hadn't translated the kid's face into anything remotely recognizable.

"Um--"

I stopped talking once Slogans ran off to greet someone else in the parking lot. If I finished his question and asked, "who are you?" it probably wouldn't go well. Maybe Slogans liked to play pranks on new kids by pretending to know them. Yes. That explained the situation perfectly. I adjusted my backpack on my shoulders in a misguided attempt to make twenty pounds of books feel more comfortable and and started walking out of the student parking lot toward the school building.

"Hey! How was your summer?"

"What's up?"

"You cut your hair!"

Student after student pretended to know me, but I ignored them. How had they managed to orchestrate a prank on this scale for a new kid? With over two thousand students enrolled at Great Plains High School, one addition couldn't attract that much attention. I should have blended in with a bare minimum of effort. Instead, it seemed like most of the students in this parking lot thought they were best friends with me. They'd learn soon enough. If I got out of here as quickly as possible, then I could go back to blending in.

"Hold it right there!" an old man driving a golf cart barked in my direction. At me? No way could he be talking to me. I kept walking toward the school steps.

"I told you to halt!" the guy in the golf cart said, accelerating to keep up with me.

"I'm going to class," I said, looking away from the golf cart. I knew the type. A retiree, probably former military, with nothing better to do than abuse every scrap of authority the school had given him. If I kept my head down, I'd be fine.

"You're Liam Cross!"

I stopped. "Yeah," I admitted. How did he know me, and why did it matter? "So what?"

"So what?" The guy in the golf cart made a snorting sound that might have been a laugh. I decided he looked like a rhinoceros. "You can't go in there."

"But I'm supposed to start school." Sure, I wouldn't mind never having to go to school again, but this news seemed too good to be true. "I'm enrolled."

"No, you're not."

"First everyone here knows me, and now I'm not even enrolled here?" I looked around the parking lot. "Did I wake up in opposite world this morning?" No, opposite world didn't explain it. A circle of other kids formed around the golf cart, drawn out of their conversations by the spectacle. I saw a girl with her hair in braids shaking her head, but I looked away before I realized that her gesture might have been a response to my question about opposite world. Or was it?

He dropped his voice. "Kid, you're in way over your head. Go back to your car. Enroll in another school. It'll be better for you and everyone here."

"What other school? This is my neighborhood school." I looked around again. Something about the guy in the golf cart dialing down his aggression made me wonder if I should listen to him, but nothing going on today made sense. "Where else am I supposed to go?"

"That's not my problem--"

"Hey, what's going on here?" A boy about my height with dark brown hair hanging in his eyes blundered through the crowd into the middle of the circle. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Liam--" I looked at the boy more closely, then echoed him: "Who the hell are you?" He wasn't about my height. He was exactly my height. He had my hazel eyes and my nose that was way too big for my face. If I grew out my hair so that it would hang in my face, I would be just like him. Maybe I already was him.

I pushed through the crowd, planning to drive away and go somewhere that wasn't Crazytown.
cobaltazure: Two koi in a pond (stock: koi)
Fact #1: I am a practicing attorney.

This summer, it occurred to me that I updated my journal so infrequently that many of my LJ friends had no idea how I lived my life. To remedy that situation, I started the 365 Facts series. Every day, I would update my journal with one random fact about myself. The series served a dual purpose: it gave me a reason to update my journal more often, and it allowed my friends to get to know me better than they would with regular entries that assumed everyone already knew everything about me. I may write for myself when Idol isn’t going on, but I don’t want to write an entirely nonsensical journal.

Ambitious? Yes. I failed to post a fact for the two days following the launch of the series. But I bounced back with three facts the following day. I had made a commitment, and I planned to see it through. Surely I was an interesting enough person that I could come up with 365 different things to say about myself.

Did you want basic background information about me? You got it. I talked about my boyfriend, my car, and my dog. For a pet who had joined the family in 2003, why did Miss Puppy and her adorable baby face wait until Fact #13 to turn up? Miss Puppy was definitely more important than my ancient car. On the other hand, my boyfriend’s appearance as Fact #2 made sense. After months of having a long-distance relationship, we would shortly live a short enough distance away from each other that we could take the train to see each other on the weekends.

What about facts with a tendency to slip through the cracks? Fact #9: Lily is a pseudonym. I adopted the name Lily for use online sometime in 2001 after robbing it from my Mary Sue self-insert. It suits me so well it doesn’t always register to people that my name is not actually Lily.

Or I could just tell you something random. Fact #38: I don’t get zombies. I’m sorry. So don’t expect to see any zombie stories from me during Idol. On the other hand, if you do have a working plan for the zombie apocalypse, let me know. I hope I won’t be too much of a liability if it happens (but it won’t happen).

One month into the series, I decided that I liked its results. Although I had discovered nothing new about myself, each fact still made me feel like a more interesting person. After all, I was a jack of many trades (Fact #7), but expressed my dislike of large social groups (Fact #5) and yearned to be a better cook (Fact #14). Who knew how interesting I might seem after eleven more months of facts?

Yet the cracks had already started showing. LiveJournal stopped cooperating with my internet connection. I had to start asking my friends for facts to include (Fact #25: I went into law on a suggestion from my parents). Then, my need for a journal began bleeding into the fact-selection process. Fact #39 involved a recitation of my fall TV schedule, fitting into a trend in which I repurposed the content of other journal entries as facts about myself. At the end of September, I entered a string of business trips and failed to update my journal for eight days. When I did post, I wrote no facts. I had other news to discuss.

I ended the series on Fact #67 (I can’t roll my tongue). When I wrote that entry, I was eleven facts behind, but still hoped to write a full complement of 365 by the time July 2013 came around. I never resumed it. By then, presenting my friends list with pieces of myself felt like nothing more than an obligation, for a new fact had snuck up on me that I desperately wanted to deny.

Fact #68: I am single.

I gave my friends list sixty-seven tesserae of a mosaic about me, but it had to end there. After breaking up with my boyfriend, I barely had the will to get through a day of work. I had to put the pieces of myself back together, not take them out and reveal them to my friends list one by one.

Maybe—just maybe—I’m a whole enough person now that I can present myself again.

[Edited to add: I was nialyind and competed under that name for two seasons.]
cobaltazure: Sim version of Lily Azure (sims: crow eyes)
I made a list of my goals for playing the Sims this year. Among them, I had a bonus goal: Get my simself a reputable man. I have come to the conclusion that this will only happen if I do a Bachelor Challenge for Lily Azure. So, that means it’s everybody’s favorite thing: Casting call time!

Stats: Lily is a Knowledge Pisces, 6/2/5/3/9.

Other notes: A reputable man who Lily can mention in public. He should be a good stepfather to Jules. They can have another kid who will join the generation 6 brigade.

Technical notes: Please send me your sims in .package form. Sims2Pack will not work on my computer. No, I’m really not making this up. I understand that I’m asking you to jump through an extra hoop to get me the .package file out of SimPE. I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t necessary.
cobaltazure: art by Mary Cassatt of a girl reading (Default)
I have a Dreamwidth now! This is my first test post, and I figured I'd also crosspost to my LJ on the off chance that people I know from LJ want to friend me here at [personal profile] cobaltazure. :)

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