GOD
dainty goddess
No, no! GOD
mmm, so cute =]
they're soft, and pale
ignore that comment
*is dirty minded*
Everyone knows that!
Isn't cute.
EVIL SPAMMER of DOOOM
Got Globally Banned
Crystal Dinaia
[Not all information is correct and up-to-date. This is just a sample for now, soon I will revamp it to make it all true to life.]
Tell me about your past Crystal. Don’t be afraid to go in depth and don’t leave anything out.
“Three centuries, give or take a year or two, and you ask me about my past? Are you sure? I can’t remember where I’ve left the jelly when I’m trying to make toast in the mornings and now you’re asking me to record the past three hundred years into this little… whatchamacallit, tape recorder thingy?” Crystal sighed and brushed her hair off her face, the fly away hairs that had escaped the graceful bun she’d pulled her thick hair into were annoying her. The hair style left her face feeling angular and very open. She didn’t look a day over the twenty six years she’d died at, though that wasn’t strange. After all, time moved entirely too slow in this world of second chances. Perhaps, it stood still. People could die, yes, but they didn’t age at the same rate that they did in the worlds they had come from before gaining this chance.
Yes, that is correct, just keep talking and it will all come out eventually. We have all the time in the world.
“Well… I was born Crystal Alexandra James. My family was the definition of preppy people and I lived the entirely too perfect lifestyle in the suburbs of a big city. My father was one of the greatest defense attorneys I’ve ever seen, so, naturally he could afford to give me and Mom anything we wanted, really. So, I was a spoiled child. I played soccer and always had big parties in the backyard around the pool. I was on the honor roll all through high school but it wasn’t really hard to pass all of the classes, I was always accelerated in the smarts department. I met Cameron Dinaia when I was in the ninth grade and he was a few years older than me, my best friend really. I can’t say I was ever interested in boys while I was starting out in high school because honestly, I would have rather been playing soccer and getting dirty than worrying about finding a boyfriend and having to worry over it all the time. S’ppose you could have called me a tomboy in ways, but I enjoyed my life and kept it entirely uncomplicated. That was just the way I was when I was young.”
So you had a relatively pleasant childhood? What about after you graduated from high school?
“That’s where life began to get complicated. I plunged into an Ivy League college head first and I loved it to the very core. The school was magnificent and it kept me well occupied just in classes and the amount of work I had to put in. I never got into the drinking crowd or the fraternities but I don’t guess I had enough time to really do that. That fact might have hindered or helped me later in life. I lived a rather sheltered life until Cam transferred into my university. I knew the moment I saw him trudging up that sidewalk in grungy jeans and a crisp T-shirt that I would have to have him. Through all of my years of high school and talking to men, I never knew the feeling of utter need and desire— Is it okay to be saying this over that thing?” Crystal looked up from her place on the leather covered lounge and pointed at the tape recorder with a look of mild amusement in her sapphire eyes.
It’s fine Crystal, I assure you no one else will be listening to the tapes. This is a matter of confidentiality.
“Anyway, I never knew the need to be around a man constantly, to feel his arms around me when he hugged me or his lips on mine, or his warm body under the blankets in the bed early in the morning. Cam had admired me too, I knew that but I never really thought I was his type. He liked the cheerleaders, the ones who were constantly happy and bouncing around. Not the girls who could be found in the science lab with black rimmed glasses in their hair and a lab coat wrapped around them rather than a tight fitting sweater. I thought I didn’t have a chance in the world with him but then he asked me out to dinner one night and we talked just like we had when we’d both been on the soccer team and we’d sit in the middle of the field after a hard game and laugh in the dark. I remember those nights so very well, it was like time should have stopped right then and there but I never knew why I felt like that. I guess I’d loved him for so long it didn’t even occur to me that I might have thought more of him than a best friend.”
So… Cameron, he was a large influence on your life when you were younger?
“Cameron… That man wasn’t an influence, he was my life for the longest time. I adored him all through college but he was too shy to really make a commitment. With as loud as he could be at football games, you would have never imagined he was shy around women. As long as nothing serious was happening, he could flirt with girls day and night but once the word dating came into play he would immediately find something else to take up his time. I don’t know exactly how I caught him offguard and worked my way into his heart, but I did.” Crystal smiled softly and laid her head on the back of the lounge, remembering the day in the rain that she would soon speak about. “I remember the day he proposed so very clearly even though it’s been almost a millennium since he whispered those words into my ear. We’d gone for a picnic on an overcast day, one because he didn’t like the sun and two because I sunburn so easily with this pale skin of mine. A curse it is… Well. We were sitting out in the middle of no where, a blanket spread out next to a lake and it was perfect. That day was perfect in every single way. As we were beginning to take the food out of the basket, all we could hear was a single crack of lightning and suddenly, the world opened up and the sky flooded us with rain. I can still remember him scooping me up as if I weighed nothing and running to a small gazebo with me in his arms. When he set me down, all we could do was stand there and laugh at each other because he looked like a drowned dog and I looked like a drowned rat, as well. He was holding me so close and his lips were against my cheek and ear… He whispered ‘Crys… I can’t live without you and I can’t bear to lose you. Please tell me you’ll be mine forever.” Cam then dropped to his knee and pulled a small ring out of a box, but let me tell you, to two college kids, that diamond looked enormous. We were married two years later at that exact spot on a sunny day, luckily. Would you believe I still got sunburn around the top of my wedding dress?” Crystal’s soft laughter could be heard over the tape recorder before the conversation continued.
Was your marriage a happy one? Did you love each other as much as you had assumed earlier in life?
“Did we love each other!? I still love Cameron to this day and anyone who tells you differently is a damned liar. He was that one, true love that I can never let fade away. Our marriage wasn’t the happiest marriage ever, but we made out a lot better than other people. We’d been married long enough for me to get through law school and each day was better than the last, until the fights started. I suppose they started around the time I got my first real job as a defense attorney in my Dad’s company. Dad didn’t give me the job, he made me work my way up and I was always thankful for that. That was the way our family had always bee. God, I did work so very hard. I put in so much time though that I alienated my husband. He wanted me to be there with him more and I couldn’t tear myself away from the career I’d wanted since I could remember considering working.”
What caused the largest fights between you and your hus—ex-husband?
“No. He isn’t my ex-husband. I still consider him my husband even though we’re worlds apart. I never gave the ring back and I never filed for a lawful divorce from the man. He’s still my husband, if only in memory. I’m sure I don’t mean the same to him and I’m sure he’s moved on by now. Married someone else and has four lovely kids.” The Elder’s voice took on a slightly emotional tone as she thought about the possibilities and tears rose to her eyes for a moment. “Perhaps he’s even dead. I’d rather not think about that. Hmmm… What caused the largest fights? Kids. Cam wanted to have kids. I didn’t want to be tied down at home with a baby yet, I felt like that was giving away my life just for him to have a little playtoy to coo at. What I didn’t know is that I would have brought a little piece of both him and myself into that world and he would have had something left of me after it happened.”
After what happened, Crystal?
“After I died. I was coming home in the rain one night and I turned a curve too sharply. I’d been arguing on the phone with Cameron on the way home and it was late, I wasn’t reacting quickly enough and I flipped the car down a steep hill. I wasn’t far from home when it happened and Cam heard the explosion and collision over the cell phone before it was smashed. The injuries were too bad for me to live, even though I didn’t know it, I suppose. I died in Cameron’s arms that night as did our unborn child I never got to tell him about. If I had not thought I would live, I would have told him with my dying breaths. Then again, that might have caused him more pain that I could ever imagine.” Crystal’s voice was flat as she related the accident, then stood from the lounge and glanced at the psychiastrist. “I think that’s enough for one session. We still have another appointment next week and I’ll be there for that one. I’ve had enough for one day.”
Ahh… I think we’ve made a lot of progress today Crystal. Yes. Next week Thursday. I’ll see you then.
GOD
dainty goddess
No, no! GOD
mmm, so cute =]
they're soft, and pale
ignore that comment
*is dirty minded*
Everyone knows that!
Isn't cute.
EVIL SPAMMER of DOOOM
Got Globally Banned
“Call me Crystal, didn’t we determine that last time before the recorder turned on? To begin with, I was the first person to arrive in this place. I’m not even quite sure what it is, all I can really say it is is a second chance at life, to be truthful. I’m not sure how time corresponds to the other worlds as it works here, all I can determine is, it must be very slow because people don’t seem to age here as they would in other places. That’s not to say we can’t die because I’ve seen that happen, but we don’t often seen people dying of old age here. Well, being the first person in a place no one else has even seen is quite terrifying to say the least. I laid there by myself for the longest time, probably at least 24 hours until I heard another voice, then another. The first twelve of us here formed a strong connection and between all of us, created a government. The Elder Council. We created Genil and welcomed all of those around us to live with us in harmony. I guess that wasn’t enough for some people and they created the other two cities.”
So the three cities lived together in peace for… three hundred years, around that many?
“Well, we lived in what you could consider peace. There would be scuffles that none of the townspeople would ever hear about because the army could hold the creatures from the other cities down. There were always small problems that occurred, but we always kept them at bay. Truthfully, the Elder Council chose to believe these things weren’t happening, weren’t compounding and growing to be larger than they were at that moment in time. I tried to force people out of the city by raising the taxes and the like. It worked and most of our people cleared out but everyone still wanted to believe that the world was still perfectly constructing around them. After those three hundred years of peace, the Great War happened and everything that I knew and loved exploded around me. The city that I so loved was destroyed and I saw it crumbling around me. I ran like a frightened child from the city but I came back in the nights after the battle, when the demons and vampires would lurk in the streets as if they belonged there when the citizens were shaking with fear within their homes.”
And how did that make you feel?
“How the hell do you think it made me feel? I was angry. I’ll tell you honestly, I did away with every single vampire that I encountered on those streets, every demon. It might seem that I’m too weak and fragile to really challenge these creatures, but I did it single handedly. But there was always one I couldn’t get my hands on. Fedafyr…” A visible shudder passed through the Elder and she sat up cross legged on the lounge, her feet now bare under the tan skirt that came tastefully to her knees. Her matching heels sat on the ground next to each other. The air in the psychiatrist’s office had suddenly gotten cold enough to make her shiver and rub her bare arms to try to warm them up. The light blue halter style shirt she had worn today under the suit jacket was doing little to keep her temperature up.
You look uncomfortable Crystal, care to tell me about what happened?
“I stalked the fox demon for a long time as he came back and forth through Genil. He’d not only invaded my personal comfort zone, he was messing with my city even after it had been crippled so horribly. I wished him dead, there’s no doubt about that. I didn’t care what happened to him, as long as it hurt him as deeply as the nightly dreams caused me to hurt for Paris. I followed him back to his home one night and he took me into that house, that dreadful house. Told me to read from a book and I did my best to, plunging through the story of what had happened. I don’t want to go into everything I learned but I will admit that this is a lurking personal demon now. It is as if he is everywhere I go, dancing in every dream I have, and terrifying me to the core. The strangest thing is that I don’t know whether I want it to end or not. I was offered the chance to forget everything and I refused it, even after words accused me of taking advantage of a situation. I don’t want someone new to love, I know my heart belong to Cameron to this day, but I just wish I could lessen the pain of the man who haunts my dreams but isn’t the demon that I’ve encountered before. Don’t look at me like that… I’m not crazy, these things have happened. You’ve been in this world long enough to know that things are not always as they seem.”
You’re not crazy and we both know that, you’re just talking a few of your problems out. I think that is all the time we have for this session today, but you’ve got another appointment in two weeks. We’ll talk more then Crystal.
GOD
dainty goddess
No, no! GOD
mmm, so cute =]
they're soft, and pale
ignore that comment
*is dirty minded*
Everyone knows that!
Isn't cute.
EVIL SPAMMER of DOOOM
Got Globally Banned
Re: Crystal DinaiaWe didn’t get to finish talking last time, so let us continue now that we’re both fresh and ready to share. Tell me about your job here in Genil.
“I’m an Elder, I’m sure you know what the Elder’s Council is by now. You’re not so very new the place, anyway. The Council keeps the entire city afloat, economically, defensively, you name it… The Council does it. There used to be twelve of us before the Great War but now it seems that only Morrigan and I have returned to the Palace. I guess that’s appropriate. I was always the one who cared too much and she seemed not to care at all. She’s quite a free spirit. Always has been, at least since I can remember her arriving here.” Crystal’s voice didn’t sound as kind as it always did when she began to speak about Morrigan, the youngest of the Elders. It seemed to take on a tone of tough love, of a parent watching out for a rebellious teenager, tenderly but distanced at the same time.
Morrigan… Is she a problem for you?
“She used to be, to be quite frank. When the entire Council would meet, she would always be the first one in and the first one out as well. Now it seems as if she’s been deadened by this whole time period, sucked of life and that flare she sported so blatantly. I’m hoping that she’ll return to normal soon. It scares me that she’s not snapping back to hating me as quickly as she should be. After all, I’m the only thing that resembles stability and rules again and she’s not being quite as ruler breaking as she was before.
I see. Is ‘change’ hard for you to handle Crystal?”
“I suppose change is hard for everyone to handle, but I feel that I handle it better than others. It’s surprising how easily some people crumble when things change. I was no hero when Genil fell, I ran as well, but I at least had the gumption to stand back up where I belonged. Lumen… The rest of the Council… I would never have imagined some of them would leave the city when things got bad. Lumen was my best friend for a long time and it hurts to know he would disappear so suddenly. I guess I can’t judge him though. I have no idea, really, why or where he went. I hope he comes back someday though. We never did get to finish that camping trip we were going to take… minor mishaps.” The Elder was smiling now as she thought about that day in the woods around Genil. Her dog with the baby bunny, Lumen scribbling on ancient sheets of paper, the images floated through her mind like it had been yesterday. It was strange to realize just how long before it had been. “No.. No, I don’t think change is too hard for me to handle completely. It just takes some getting used to to make it through it.”
Do you have any unexpected pressures while working now that you’re handling a lot more than you originally did?
“The military. Lumen always took care of the defense of Genil before and we thought our security was pretty tight. Now, I’m in charge of the army as well and the thought of having to fight another war terrifies me. But we’re ready this time. Our men are trained to defend, not to kill. That doesn’t mean they aren’t ready to kill in order to defend. I don’t know one of the young men out there that wouldn’t lay down his life he thought it might help save this city and I admire that about them so very much. I’m grateful to them too, I can’t say I wouldn’t be selfish when it came to that point. It’s a pressure because I don’t understand what is happening and how to deal with it yet. I’ll learn though, and I’ll feel better knowing my city is protected during the nights.”
Here in your paperwork, it says you have some problems sleeping through the night. Would you care to tell me about it?”
The Elder blanched for a moment. When writing down everything she had on that sheet, she hadn’t intended to actually have to speak about it. Her hesitation was obvious but the psychiatrist merely watched her with calming eyes until she was ready to talk. “I have… dreams at night. They’re more nightmares, really. They aren’t played out like a movie script anymore as they used to be, not quite as vivid, but they still terrify me in a way I can’t understand. I know what the dreams are about but now it’s as if they’ve fragmented and are more predicting the future rather than telling of the past. It’s mostly flashes of things against stark darkness, faces, eyes, and then the sounds. The awful sounds. I can hear screams like never before, painful, heart wrenching screams. Perhaps it’s more of my imagination set into play, or left over, pent up fear that I usually hide just leaking over into my subconscious.”
Fear? What are you afraid of Crystal?
Crystal’s eyes were wide, cautious as she looked up at the man in front of her. The room was silent and the tape recorder could pick up nothing other than the tense air in the small office. “I’d rather not say.”
Very well then, moving right along…
“No, no… not moving right along.” The Elder was standing up from the couch in a trembling state as she collected a gold scarf shot through with red strips and tied it around her throat. The scent of the carnival was still embedded in the fabric and scenes from that night flashed through her head, the woman who caused the sky to split open, the cold sweat she had broken into as she bolted home once she was out of eyesight from the muddy grounds, the ache in her bare feet as she put them into the bathtub and watched the water go red with blood. The shake in her body was obvious as she stood, her knees visibly shuddering beneath the red, sleeveless dress she wore, tasteful as her clothing always was. Her fiery hair seemed to frame her now white face with great contrast, her eyes widened eerily as she pulled her coat onto her arms. “We’re done. I can’t talk about this. Not now. Not ever.” The bells on the door jangled against the glass as Crystal slammed out the door and the psychiatrist merely took notes on an available notepad.
Subject unwilling to talk about fears. What makes her so afraid?
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