The almighty persona play thread

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Memories circulated through Serina's mind like the primordial stew in which humanity was proclaimed to have been born from. Powerful emotions slithered into her soul like lithe black snakes which caressed the very fabric of her thoughts, ebbing away the sanity which resided as a sliver of an already fading thread as black hues had allowed another to touch her mind. An action that was not without a price. It was like the piercing voice of a soprano dominating the very air within an empty opera house, echoing eternally with the haunting voices of things which should have never come to pass. Intentions had been shared for just the briefest of instants to instill confusion and grave horror. Some fool had peered into her eyes, and this fool was no more intelligent than a rock. No one could understand Serina's thoughts. Not even the most knowledgeable of elders. Her mind was as alien as the moon and sun. Contrasting thoughts and conflicting wishes clashed ever so constantly within the very fabric of her metaphysical existence. It was a most holy dread. A sacred feeling that blossomed within her chest like a dark flower which held the attention of every soul within the world, gazing upon it's dark petals only to be corrupted. She could feel the confusion and distress belonging to Lance as he bore witness to the very slightest edge of what Serina was. What her most hateful intentions possessed. The capability of not what she could do, but what her drive could bring forth unto the world.

A pit of darkness swallowed Serina's hope and sanity whole and now all she could think about was the chaos, disgusting and writhing chaos, and all she could see was the sheer arrogance of her folly as an air of feral instincts washed across her body. Her voice became distorted as her black hues soon vanished in a pool of dilation that washed from her body and wrapped around her very figure. Serina grabs a glass of water with a tight grip and with her shaking arms and trembling fingers she pulls out her medication. Ripping the cap of in an animalistic nature she grabs for the white circles and shoves them in her mouth with a large gulp of water. With the dissolving tablets in her stomach she can feel her emotions do the same leveling out. Soon she once again feels nothing and locks her empty eyes back on him. "I have no further interest to be present. Thank you for enlightening my mind Lance."  Some part of her probably would have felt terrible for leaving him so abruptly, but the medication was doing its job - suppressing her until she was as charming and forgivable as a speeding brick.

She did not walk across the hard surface of the ground. She dragged her feet across it without care or concern for the people looking at her, ignoring the stray glances that washed against the her and the whispers that raged on. Their petty conflicts were unknown to her, a wasted event. A pointless cause. Nothing inspired her, nothing moved her. Their efforts at socializing amounted to an animal defecating on the ground. She cast their existence from her mind, as her attention fixated upon the reflected form of Lance in the glass window to the door like a curious child gazing upon a sky lit with the essence of the universe. The people around her were nothing, and Lance was everything. A place where she did not have to hide herself, where she did not need to pretend to be normal. Because like her, he had little care for the menial standard of existence.

Her feet moved with slow anticipation while her fingers tingled with the medication that wrapped itself around her like gentle snakes wishing to comfort their master, rubbing against her skin as her own clothing seemed to become weightless. Power was felt, but in the form of an oppressive feeling that drove her towards the door and eventually out of it. Her black hair caressed the air currents as she stepped outside into the chill of the morning light. Her skin paled even further, like that of the moon which shines down upon the world. Like the ghosts that linger within the back of your mind. Like the darkest and deepest fear which resided within the back of your mind. Pretentious thoughts ceased to be, and only oppression existed as she pulled out a pack of real cigarettes out of her pocket and replaced it with the pill bottle. Depravity flushed from her body while a drive took root within her dark heart. Her thoughts poured from her mind and flooded into her black soul. Inciting a dormant rage, like a bright star. Anger and hate boiled over like an overheated cauldron filled with too much liquid. A faint smile dawned upon Serina. Absolution. Slowly her steps continued as she closed distance between her and the main campus, ignoring the people around her that were talking loudly and obnoxiously. An unknown language.

Slowly, Serina reached into the pack and pulled out a single cigarette and lit it, the heat scathed one of her finger tips. The burning sensation and the absorption of the carcinogen caused her black hues to dilate again with satisfaction, while the hair on the back of her neck stood with excitement and her bare skin rippled with bumps. An energy coursed into her body like a thick liquid which provided the satisfaction of an illicit drug, a feeling beyond euphoric as she took another pull on such an item. Smoke poured from her mouth and nose as though she were a dragon, obscuring her face as it slowly disappeared within the cold wind as she finally came close enough to catch a hint of people inside of classrooms. She could feel her headache going away. She sat down gently, a faint existence. Her heart fluttered with anticipation as she took another puff, her black clothing lay in stark contrast to the pavement her fingers reached down and graced the chill of the cement, spreading her fingers down and letting her palm rest on the cold surface.

Quietly she snuffed out the cigarette on the cement, letting it lay in a crumpled mess. Silence dominated the air here. Peace filled the land. It was perfect, but soon a flock of students passed by her with their loud incessant talking and the moment was ruined.

"Everyone lies, and few tell the truth." In recollection of her conversation with Lance, it was a whispered voice that pierced through the air like a knife burying deep into the chest of silence, erasing all other thoughts. "For some. Truth is pain. What is truth to you? Is it freedom? Freedom from expectation and the wishes of others." She mused to herself silently as she sat alone on the ground. Serina ignored the blast of cold wind. Someday it would be time to see how far she was willing to go down this rabbit hole. All it would take, was for her to let go.

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