Post by seyda on Sept 30, 2009 4:47:43 GMT -8
As Seyda finished placing the last shirt in the backpack, she took a second and checked out her work. All of the outfits were tossed in haphazardly and some were literally just balled up and shoved in the bag. She wasn’t quite sure where she was going; all she knew is she just needed to get out.
She was burnt, exhausted, disillusioned; one could substitute any descriptor they wished as they would all work to a certain extent. It was to the point where almost anything annoyed her. She had spent several days dodging calls and working on catching up her projects. Then she spent several days sitting and staring at said projects with zero inspiration. The pinnacle of it all had to have been nine days ago. It was she and Asmia’s third anniversary and rather than the celebration the previous two had been, there was just silence, for Asmia had been called out of the city on urgent business.
It really shouldn’t be a big deal and Seyda explained this to herself over and over. This was the third of an infinite number of anniversaries the pair would share. She had gotten the letter that Asmia had written and she carried the vial with her everywhere she went, but it just wasn’t the same. The renewal of love’s vow and the expression of this just weren’t present…and it had made the day very anticlimactic and rather depressing.
Truth be told, Seyda had a huge problem with balance. She would throw herself into family activities and affairs with all of her energy. Then, after about a month of hyperactivity, she would just shut down and hide away from everyone for a day or two. Then, she’d throw herself into clan with the same amount of vigor. Rinse, repeat. Seyda forgot a large piece of the puzzle in all of her interactions; herself. She was always her last priority until the walls would come crashing down around her. The irony was, half the time, hardly anyone even noticed that she was falling. They would all be gathered around doing the same thing they always did expecting the same result. The piles of work, the need of her opinion on this problem and that problem and for almost nine days, if she couldn’t completely dodge the situation, she would sit and blink; sit and stare; sit and try not to scream.
ophelia knew. It was almost as if she would deliver the necessary information, get the necessary information in return, and then give a quick hug and run off. Liz and nitenurse realized it, too. They had both been circling around the bathhouse almost as if they were trying to gauge the severity of the situation. Seyda had noticed; she just didn’t have the energy to acknowledge it.
With a new sense of urgency, Seyda began hurrying towards her task. She needed to leave; to clear her head. It was absolutely necessary that she purge herself of these demons because while they were present, she was no good to anyone. Not to the family, not to Yggdrasil, not to Asmia or herself.
Putting the backpack on quickly, Seyda almost sprinted down the stairs. She wasn’t sure if Liz or nitenurse were outside and she wanted to clear out before them or any of the Republic citizens noticed her. She had her stuff, she had left her notes…there wasn’t anything else she could think of except to just go. She jumped on the motorcycle and pulling the helmet off the handlebars, Seyda threw it violently as the wall of the garage. Revving the bike once…twice…three times, Seyda looked around her quickly for any witnesses. Seeing none, she jammed the gas and as the bike responded with an angry squeal, she shot out of the garage and whipped out into the street in a rather maniacal fashion.
Seyda St. John
Asmia’s Eternity
Yggdrasil
OOC Note: I will toast you all as I have a fruity drink in hand on the beach in sunny South Florida…see ya’ll in 2 weeks!
She was burnt, exhausted, disillusioned; one could substitute any descriptor they wished as they would all work to a certain extent. It was to the point where almost anything annoyed her. She had spent several days dodging calls and working on catching up her projects. Then she spent several days sitting and staring at said projects with zero inspiration. The pinnacle of it all had to have been nine days ago. It was she and Asmia’s third anniversary and rather than the celebration the previous two had been, there was just silence, for Asmia had been called out of the city on urgent business.
It really shouldn’t be a big deal and Seyda explained this to herself over and over. This was the third of an infinite number of anniversaries the pair would share. She had gotten the letter that Asmia had written and she carried the vial with her everywhere she went, but it just wasn’t the same. The renewal of love’s vow and the expression of this just weren’t present…and it had made the day very anticlimactic and rather depressing.
Truth be told, Seyda had a huge problem with balance. She would throw herself into family activities and affairs with all of her energy. Then, after about a month of hyperactivity, she would just shut down and hide away from everyone for a day or two. Then, she’d throw herself into clan with the same amount of vigor. Rinse, repeat. Seyda forgot a large piece of the puzzle in all of her interactions; herself. She was always her last priority until the walls would come crashing down around her. The irony was, half the time, hardly anyone even noticed that she was falling. They would all be gathered around doing the same thing they always did expecting the same result. The piles of work, the need of her opinion on this problem and that problem and for almost nine days, if she couldn’t completely dodge the situation, she would sit and blink; sit and stare; sit and try not to scream.
ophelia knew. It was almost as if she would deliver the necessary information, get the necessary information in return, and then give a quick hug and run off. Liz and nitenurse realized it, too. They had both been circling around the bathhouse almost as if they were trying to gauge the severity of the situation. Seyda had noticed; she just didn’t have the energy to acknowledge it.
With a new sense of urgency, Seyda began hurrying towards her task. She needed to leave; to clear her head. It was absolutely necessary that she purge herself of these demons because while they were present, she was no good to anyone. Not to the family, not to Yggdrasil, not to Asmia or herself.
Putting the backpack on quickly, Seyda almost sprinted down the stairs. She wasn’t sure if Liz or nitenurse were outside and she wanted to clear out before them or any of the Republic citizens noticed her. She had her stuff, she had left her notes…there wasn’t anything else she could think of except to just go. She jumped on the motorcycle and pulling the helmet off the handlebars, Seyda threw it violently as the wall of the garage. Revving the bike once…twice…three times, Seyda looked around her quickly for any witnesses. Seeing none, she jammed the gas and as the bike responded with an angry squeal, she shot out of the garage and whipped out into the street in a rather maniacal fashion.
Seyda St. John
Asmia’s Eternity
Yggdrasil
OOC Note: I will toast you all as I have a fruity drink in hand on the beach in sunny South Florida…see ya’ll in 2 weeks!
