Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 1:55:07 GMT
Somewhere in the spacetime continuum, the TARDIS flails about in the ether directionless. Popping up from place to place, never staying in one spot, its roots nonexistent. Parts of it were grown in the hopes of becoming a whole, full fledged entity on their own accord before an unseasonable frost stunted their potential. Others were salvaged from the TARDIS graveyards, fixed up, given a new leash on life. This big blue box is equal parts life and death and the things that happen after. In many ways, it is no different from the Time Lord who made it alive.
This irony is not lost on Anna, who is once again trying not to think about change and the alterations of the soul. In this case, it seems inevitable. Away from absinthe mornings, intense training sessions, and general Twitter fuckery, that's all that’s come to her head recently in rambling whispers that wouldn't make much sense outloud. It was always there in the undercurrent.
Anna--the old Anna, She-That-Was-Her--hated change. She hated how much it tore away from her. It took her innocence. It took her mind. It had stolen her identity as an eight year old staring into the abyss and ended her life a few months ago. This Anna was still not sure about the whole idea. She considers it an inevitability, to be certain. Things can't stay in place forever. Yet the dread was still there, primarily because there wasn't a choice in the matter. Or rather, old her kept choosing no and she ends up paying the price.
It’s a completed situation in her head, especially when comparing herself to the humans around her. Some shifts of character are nessecary in an ever shifting culture. But very few of those were actually forced upon them. The ones dealing with health in all its forms or trama are pushed onto people. The rest was all choices. Bleached blonde idiot to dark maned arrogant idiot in a straight jacket. Psychopathic, fireball throwing madman to a little less crazy family man.
Ursula to Talia.
This last one couldn't help but rear its ugly head now that the match was fast approaching. Indeed, she went so long under the radar that it took a reminder from the commentary booth to realise she was even a contender for the Estrel medal in the first place. On one hand, there’s relief. At least it wasn't True North Ant again. But on the other hand…
Talia’s evolution away from Ursula seems so simple from the outside no matter how deep Anna dug for information to the contrary. She changed her name, maybe her perspective altered some. But nothing really happened otherwise. She just stripped away one layer of skin and POOF! A FUCKING BUTTERFLY! Of course, Anna allowed herself the possibility of being wrong. Maybe there was more pain than was let on in the promotional videos she could find. Everybody hides things, after all. But somehow, even this thought didn't make her less irritated.
It’s at this point that she looks up at the collage that is taking up a wall in the control room. A sea of faces. Old and new. Known and unknown. Was it so easy for everybody to change? Was it easy for them to evolve? Did any of them ever feel like a sequel no one ever wanted? That thought she shakes out of her head. No. Not tonight. Not with the matches she’s in so damn close.
I will not give in.
It would be so simple to laspe into the dark. It always tempted her to give. But she couldn't yield. STAY FOCUSED. That's what she tweeted Jacky, right? That's what was needed here.
Anna takes a deep breath, exhales...and opens her eyes.
Talia Areano accepted the challenge set forth by Buck U Productions for one reason: to regain her medal. She had said as much in a tweet and is confident enough to think she can. Maybe if it was the same old jabronies she had defeated to get it, she could. But that's just the thing. She was getting the current champion. She was getting a Time Lord, hungry for an actual challenge and chomping at the bit to prove herself. And the sad part is Anna hasn't even gotten close to unleashing her full move set. Basing any plans on the matches that happened would be stupid.
Fuck the past.
Fuck the future.
Live in the now, 8 Bit. Live in the now.
This irony is not lost on Anna, who is once again trying not to think about change and the alterations of the soul. In this case, it seems inevitable. Away from absinthe mornings, intense training sessions, and general Twitter fuckery, that's all that’s come to her head recently in rambling whispers that wouldn't make much sense outloud. It was always there in the undercurrent.
Anna--the old Anna, She-That-Was-Her--hated change. She hated how much it tore away from her. It took her innocence. It took her mind. It had stolen her identity as an eight year old staring into the abyss and ended her life a few months ago. This Anna was still not sure about the whole idea. She considers it an inevitability, to be certain. Things can't stay in place forever. Yet the dread was still there, primarily because there wasn't a choice in the matter. Or rather, old her kept choosing no and she ends up paying the price.
It’s a completed situation in her head, especially when comparing herself to the humans around her. Some shifts of character are nessecary in an ever shifting culture. But very few of those were actually forced upon them. The ones dealing with health in all its forms or trama are pushed onto people. The rest was all choices. Bleached blonde idiot to dark maned arrogant idiot in a straight jacket. Psychopathic, fireball throwing madman to a little less crazy family man.
Ursula to Talia.
This last one couldn't help but rear its ugly head now that the match was fast approaching. Indeed, she went so long under the radar that it took a reminder from the commentary booth to realise she was even a contender for the Estrel medal in the first place. On one hand, there’s relief. At least it wasn't True North Ant again. But on the other hand…
Talia’s evolution away from Ursula seems so simple from the outside no matter how deep Anna dug for information to the contrary. She changed her name, maybe her perspective altered some. But nothing really happened otherwise. She just stripped away one layer of skin and POOF! A FUCKING BUTTERFLY! Of course, Anna allowed herself the possibility of being wrong. Maybe there was more pain than was let on in the promotional videos she could find. Everybody hides things, after all. But somehow, even this thought didn't make her less irritated.
It’s at this point that she looks up at the collage that is taking up a wall in the control room. A sea of faces. Old and new. Known and unknown. Was it so easy for everybody to change? Was it easy for them to evolve? Did any of them ever feel like a sequel no one ever wanted? That thought she shakes out of her head. No. Not tonight. Not with the matches she’s in so damn close.
I will not give in.
It would be so simple to laspe into the dark. It always tempted her to give. But she couldn't yield. STAY FOCUSED. That's what she tweeted Jacky, right? That's what was needed here.
Anna takes a deep breath, exhales...and opens her eyes.
Talia Areano accepted the challenge set forth by Buck U Productions for one reason: to regain her medal. She had said as much in a tweet and is confident enough to think she can. Maybe if it was the same old jabronies she had defeated to get it, she could. But that's just the thing. She was getting the current champion. She was getting a Time Lord, hungry for an actual challenge and chomping at the bit to prove herself. And the sad part is Anna hasn't even gotten close to unleashing her full move set. Basing any plans on the matches that happened would be stupid.
Fuck the past.
Fuck the future.
Live in the now, 8 Bit. Live in the now.