20th vine

Oct. 13th, 2011 08:59 pm
woodsiequeen: (deceptively pretty)
[Phone]

All this talk of dances and holidays is very... quaint. It makes one feel as if we truly are just honest, ordinary citizens of this lovely little town, and we always will be. Doesn't it?

I don't suppose anyone else has noticed that our delightful town has been rather quiet lately? True, we had that little spat with the undead, but I doubt Mayfield will let itself be shown up by one of its very own residents.

Oh, but I don't mean to be entirely negative. Keeping one's spirits high is important in a place such as this. I do find this Halloween most fascinating. There was nothing like it where I come from. Then again, in the city where I resided, people did not find hauntings and the undead very entertaining. I intend to enjoy myself during the coming holiday as best I can, but I'm not going to let my guard down.

[Action]

[After being a killjoy on the phone, Viktoria's moved out to the front yard of 773 Bunker Street to work on landscaping as usual. She's received an interesting addition to her garden: what appears to be an...er... eyeball flower.

She's planted it by the mailbox so it can stare at you as you walk by.

Where does she keep getting this stuff.]
woodsiequeen: (I'm being serious here)
[uh oh, guess who else is feeling chatty today?]

It occurs to me that I have never discussed with anyone here who I truly am. Or rather, who I was, in my previous life before all this. I was a queen. A goddess, worshipped by those who saw the true beauty of the natural world and rejected mankind's cruel attempts to tame it with their roads and their cities. I spent so many years of my life fighting to protect my domain as man's progress became ever more frightening and powerful. I killed many people. I deceived many more. Our goal was the destruction of civilization from the inside, and a return to primal darkness for all mankind. There are those who would call us evil -thems that calls themselves Builders and wielded up a hammers against us- but I believe in my heart we were justified.

I gave my life for this cause. There was an evil man who dreamed of ridding the world of all that is good and natural, leaving only the cold and artificial. He was on the verge of succeeding when I made my bid to stop him.

I do not know if I did, but every day I spend in this unnatural place, I cannot help but feel like I failed. I loathe this town with every fiber of my being and I long for the day when I can do to it what I could not in my world.

I believe Mayfield has a word for its enemies: communists. I am... uncertain of what the term means, exactly, but I and they are surely the same thing: enemies of this town and everything it stands for. I do not deny it. In fact, I feel I should shout it from the rooftops. I do not fear this town, for I have faced death. Come for me, manfools, if you dare.

Fourth Vine

Jun. 2nd, 2010 10:30 am
woodsiequeen: (hating you to death)
Narration: in which a nerve is touched )

[100% unfiltered because how do i shot web use telephone right]

Why was this information withheld for so long? For what purpose? Would sharing this poor woman's letter immediately not have benefited all who wish to escape this cage? What else is being hidden away, this very moment?

[She started rather calm, but her voice is slowly rising in volume.]

Are you all content to stumble around aimlessly, to roll over and do as you are told, to forget so easily? It has been weeks since the road to Westport vanished. What have we accomplished with what was found there? Nothing! How are we to do anything, as scattered as we are?

[As she utters the word "scattered" it almost sounds like there are several voices echoing under hers. She seems to have caught that, too, and sighs.]

We are only making it easier for this place to control us.

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