((Inactive avoidance go.))
This was getting to be ridiculous. How long did it take to patch yourself up from life-threatening wounds? Surely not this long. By god the boredom was mind crushingly dull. But still she had to wait. And so she continued to wait.
"Bored. Bored. Bored bored bored bored bored." She got on the counter once more, put her weapons and pack aside, and lay on her back. "Had I known this would be so boring I'd have brought a book or something." Anastasia closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. She felt every rise and fall, the breath entering and leaving her lungs. She lay there until she could not recall how long she had been awake. Seconds, minutes, hours, days and all time lost meaning to her.
And then she spoke. "All is one. One is all. True or false? I am me. You are not me. True or false? Twenty-seven days a gray cat runs along the coast. But fie, the fox comes and burns the house and people roast. What madness lies beyond the veil and gods give us the ghost? And lo, behold my children, your goddess loves you most!"
Her eyes shot open. "Too many loves end in death and blood and gore and hate. I curse the year of darkness sphere and all our souls can wait. The forest knows, the rains they hold the uncreated face. And Xerxes wept and red seas swept the dead unto their place."
She rose, got up from the counter and stood on her feet. "I acquiesce my life, my faith, my host. Come sinner's rise, impious cries, and nephilim to boast. I am the lost, the last, the one who can outshine the sun. But when the battle comes undone the moon is left as one. Come fly with me, my hope, my dreams and roar forevermore. Deus vult, magnificat, you see and so comes now the door. It opens, a torrent of blood descends upon the cursed. And all our lives we rot and wail till stillness becomes worst."
She slowly danced in a circle. "For now comes hate and wretched death, our father and our own. Who gives us breath and holds our lives till seeds of wrath are sown. And what now does all of this mean? What sickness afflicts my mind? Not sick, not dead, not alive, not wed but fearful shadows bind. A poem by Anastasia Arcadia." She bowed again.
Silence once more filled the room.
"I'm gonna assume that was the single weirdest thing anyone has ever done on this show. I haven't seen it all so I don't know for sure. But I feel like this is it. And this is why I try not to be bored. My mind is a strange place, even I know that." She lay back down on the counter and closed her eyes. Maybe this time, get some sleep.
- [+] Spoiler
- SOTF: The Program
M07 - Michael Maxwell | Location: The Officers' Quarters - Let's Make Life A Living Hell | Status: DECEASED | Died for nothing | History: 1, 2, 3, 4
F13 - Jennifer Steinman | Location The Watchtower - The Opening Faceoff | Status: DECEASED | Died to make up for past sins | History: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
M01- Kyle Williams | Location: ENDGAME The Town - Semper Fi | Status: DECEASED | Died for no reason | History: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
W01 - Timothy Walker | Location: The Ski Resort - Siberian Breaks | Status: DECEASED | Died and lost, aces low | History: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
AE2: Anastasia Arcadia | Location:The Bull Craps Casino - Production Costs | Status: DECEASED? | Died, having pissed off a genuine god | History: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
F03 - Tania Chell | Location: The Ghost Town/The Streets - Anyone out there? | Status: DECEASED| Died lost in thought | History: 1, 2, 3, 4
F13 - Maria Hall| Location: The Mines - Exhausted | Status: DECEASED | Died void of all | History: 1, 2
G13 - Jennifer Steinman | Location: The Resort Hotel - One Bath, Two Bath, Red Bath, Bloodbath | Status: DECEASED | Died unrepentant | History: 1, 2, 3, 4, 3, 5, 6
B11 - Timothy Walker | Location: The Helipad - Thin Line Between Heaven and Here | Status: DECEASED | Died and took hope with him | History: 1, 2
Second Chances V2
B13 - Michael Maxwell | Location: The Lake - Two is Better Than One | Status: DECEASED | Died for a stupid mistake | History: 1, 2
G21 - Tania Chell | Location: The Cliffs - Instructions Unclear | Status: DECEASED | Died having accomplished nothing | History: 1, 2, 3, 4
There was once a dumb psuedo-news line here. Now there's this pretentious nonsense. YOU1
DID THIS, YOU1
KNOW WHO YOU1
1. Yeah you, you nefarious ne'er-do-well you.