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aradia corentine salem
 Posted: May 4 2017, 11:52 PM
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HOW TO MAKE A MONSTER: FIRST YOU MUST TAKE SOMETHING INNOCENT, THEN FEED IT HATE, RIDICULE AND BETRAYAL. ALL THAT IS LEFT IS A SOUL POISONED BY THE WORLD..

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YOU'RE DARK AT YOUR WORST
It was strange to be halfway in between. Neither one nor the other. Most mornings, when Aradia awoke, she would find herself instantly swept up in a terrible battle for dominance that constantly raged between her two personalities, and she would be unable to make any real decisive motion toward preparing herself for the day until the matter was settled, at least temporarily, and she found some sort of direction. TO someone who did not know Aradia well, there seemed to be no method to the madness, no particular reason as to why one personality would win out over the other - going solely by the traits which characterized each personality, it seemed a wonder that the little girl got any time in Aradia's head at all; the witch was strong, savage, and fiercely independent, and she fought tooth and nail to get what she wanted, which usually involved revenge against someone who had issued some perceived slight against her. She didn't care about people or their opinions of her, nor did she have any desire to hold hands and sing Kumbaya as the little girl did - she would never admit to loneliness or a need for anyone, and she would never be hurt again as the little girl had so long ago because she would never let herself feel such a thing. She was powerful and eternal and she could not be touched. The little girl nearly the complete opposite - she was small and quiet, fearful of people because of all the horrible things that had happened to her when she'd been alive, but longing for connection all the same. She had a second chance in San Francisco, an opportunity for a new life without all the fear and hatred she'd known before, and she wanted so desperately to take advantage of that. She wanted to make friends, to explore, to be happy as she'd never been allowed before, but her own soft and shy nature and that age old fear made it difficult for her to reach out to others, no matter how she wished she could. The witch intimidated the little girl with her cruelty, the strength and power in her voice as she jeered at how weak the girl was, how fragile. She'd never survive that way, the witch said - she shouldn't need anyone else, for people would only betray her and leave her broken all over again.

Aradia had lived long enough in this fractured condition to know the little things that made one personality win over the other. Sunny spring mornings brought out the little girl, who would wear girlish dresses and wander her way over to the library for a few books, then to the park, where she'd find a bench or a place beneath a tree and she'd watch people for the afternoon. The witch, on the other hand, was drawn out in stormy conditions, and held a monopoly over the body for nearly all of Halloween, fueled by the presence of black cats and cauldrons, the things that she believed were important to who she was. Of course, these things were not the sole deciding factors in which personality would rule for the day, but the understanding of these things granted her at least a small amount of peace and relief from the endless battle.

But it wasn't always enough. She couldn't always simply be a single person, and there were times when she'd find herself trapped in the space between the two in a swirling, oscillating fog of the two - she'd flip back and forth between glaring at the people around her, standing straight and tall with her chin raised in defiance, and curling in on herself to make herself small, fearing those who stepped too close. It was, she thought, a sort of torture to not know who she was, to struggle between the two and still have to carry on, and there were few times when she'd been able to get herself together enough in this state to get out of her apartment - she spent most of these days fighting with herself, tearing books from her shelves and pacing wildly, until she grew too tired to carry on and she fell asleep wherever she finally settled, dreading the next morning's battle. Today, however, was one of the few times where she'd managed to get out of the house, and set herself on the path to the library - it was just a short bus trip, and the witch glared at anyone who tried to sit next to her, leaving her alone in the middle of a seat, trying to make herself small. She could barely focus on what was going on around her with the two voices of her personalities ringing so loudly in her mind, barely noticed when she got off the bus out of pure habit and began to make her way down the street -- but she did notice when her shoulder crashed into someone else's. A jolt ran through her system - this wasn't unusual, really, as the witch often summoned lightning to deal with her problems, but it was different.

It wasn't the witch's lightning that sent static shooting through her veins. It was that moment of contact, impact. And suddenly all fell silent in Aradia's head as she turned to the other woman, a frown of confusion on her face. Rather than issuing any sort of apology, she said, "You shocked me!" Bewilderment - she was always the one who did the shocking, not the other way around. "How did you do that?"

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 Posted: Oct 21 2017, 09:41 PM
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Short steps, deep breath, everything is alright. .

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The shoot that morning hadn’t gone very well. The designer and the photographer kept arguing and they couldn’t agree on anything. They couldn’t agree on poses or makeup or accessories or lighting or anything at all. This was the third time this week and Ingrid was not too sure how much more that she could take. The board had hired the photographer because he was supposed to be the best out there, but it was obvious that he and the designer did not mesh together well. It was more frustrating than anything because it meant that nothing got done! They were wasting time and the deadline was getting closer and closer. Of course, there wasn’t much Ingrid could do about it. They didn’t want to hear her opinion and she couldn’t very easily look for a different job because she was bound by a contract.

As frustrating as it was, though, it was some comfort to know she couldn’t do anything about it. Her job was to sit there and do what she was told. It reminded her so much of her dog show days and the realization almost made her sick to her stomach. She had picked this career because it was the only thing that she was remotely knowledgeable about. Ingrid often thought about picking up and doing something else, but she had no idea what she might do. Not to mention that aforementioned contract. Maybe she could do something else after the contract ran out. She would have to think about it…maybe Sed would have some ideas!

Ingrid was so lost in her thoughts that she admittedly was not exactly paying attention to what she was doing. Before she knew it, her shoulder collided with someone else and it surprised her so much that a shock involuntarily shot through her system. She came to a halting stop and turned to the person she had shocked.

The woman took her by surprise because of the fierceness of her eyes. “Oh, sorry! It was probably just some static. Did it hurt you?” She didn't want to just blurt out the real explanation.

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aradia corentine salem
 Posted: Jun 1 2018, 06:59 PM
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HOW TO MAKE A MONSTER: FIRST YOU MUST TAKE SOMETHING INNOCENT, THEN FEED IT HATE, RIDICULE AND BETRAYAL. ALL THAT IS LEFT IS A SOUL POISONED BY THE WORLD..

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YOU'RE DARK AT YOUR WORST
Aradia had gotten used to the hum of electricity in her veins. At times, it was the only thing that made her feel truly alive, the only thing that made her feel like she had any kind of power over the world around her. She had suffered such a loss of control when she had been alive before, had watched the world take all her hopes and dreams and turn them against her, and she, just a young girl of eleven, had had no way to defend herself. Fear had helped her find her voice enough to protest her fate, to try to give her side of the story, but her words had done nothing for her but give the villagers a new opportunity to twist everything that she was, everything that she offered to the world into something evil. She had never seen anyone so determined to turn someone into something they were not; they had wanted so badly to find a monster within her that they had created one of their own, someone they could blame for the woes and misery they found within themselves. The fact that she was mortal only made it better, for while they couldn't destroy the things they were afraid of or exorcise the demons within themselves, they could destroy her. And destroy her they had, for not only had they torn her soul to pieces in the courtroom, they had marched her to the gallows to watch her die and they had celebrated her murder with glee. She had had nothing then, had been utterly powerless to save herself, and she was certain that she would never be able to forget the utter despair of her situation back then.

The electricity had come with the emergence of the witch, a being created from all her fears and anger and vengeful desires drawn together, a creature so hateful and vile that she still could not identify her as the same little girl she had once been. She had been split in two, and she could not be both parts of herself at once without some kind of war. Truthfully, she wasn't certain exactly how the witch had gained control of the lightning, but she supposed it didn't much matter one way or another at this point. Perhaps monsters made from accusations were just as powerful as those which were monsters from the start. Regardless, it was a defense against those who sought to harm her and a threat to those who would dare to dream of doing her wrong. With the electricity in her veins, she didn't have to feel powerless or weak anymore, didn't have to cower when someone raised their hand to her or shrink back when they raised their voice. For the first time, she had something to protect her. The power was intoxicating to the witch, who had watched the little girl hide in shadows and corners just to avoid being noticed and desired now to show the world just how frightening she could be. The little girl, however, held no such love for the power she held in her hands now, and had never once found a reason to use it.

And when she was in between? These days were confusing at the best of times - and then her shoulder bumped against another woman's and a bolt of electricity shot through her. It wasn't her own lightning - for all the terrible things the witch used it for, it was familiar to her and felt like a part of her, but this energy felt foreign to her, caused by something unusual and strange. She couldn't help but turn her attention immediately to the woman she had bumped into, looking at her with surprise, almost taken aback by the jolt. The woman herself seemed nice enough, for her first response was to apologize and ask if she was hurt, but what didn't make sense was the part where she said it was static. No, Aradia knew static, and this was not static. "No, I'm fine," she replied, voice a little more defensive than she intended in her confusion. "But that wasn't static. I've never felt static like that." She looked at the woman, brow furrowing into a frown, head cocking to the side. She wasn't angry, though perhaps she sounded as though she was. More than anything she was confused, and, beyond that, curious. "Who are you?"

YOU'RE LOVED & YOU'RE CURSED


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