What do you see when you look in the mirror?



There is a blindness to those affected by prosium.
A blindness and a deafness. Somewhow it masks not just the non-vital senses but the vital.

The traditional image of a man or a woman looking into the mirrior and the accompanying thoughts no longer exists.

People do not treat mirrors with the tradtional respect that the used to.
At one point the mirror was accorded respect, bordering on reverence. People primped and studied themselves, running their fingers through their hair.

Now they are just objects. The reflections mean nothing. Just vague shapes in a dim and hazy fog.
He looks in the mirror and sees nothing human.

Just a shape.

Because I'm Lazy. And Lisa's Lazy. Like when you get in trouble you don't want to do anything. You just kind of want to lie there


Lisa swung her legs off her bed and studied the wall.

John was confused. And Robbie blamed himself. She wasn't usually this...cynical but she was beginning to wonder if there were any answers that people could provide to any of her questions.
So kicking bobby in the groin had been bad-but didn't she have a right to defend herself?

All her life Lisa had been quiet. Small and quiet, the dutiful child, the perfect Liberian example of parenting. Vivanna and John (Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad. Mom's dead) Had left her alone until Vivianna came into her nursery one day and collapsed in front of her crib sobbing softly. Lisa remembered this vaguely-but nothing else of her mother save for kind hands and a loving smile.

John...John was new at this. She couldn't fault him completely. BUT HE WAS A CLERIC. And therefore he had answers right? that wasn't unreasonable right? She shook her head no and continued staring at the wall.

She just...wanted someone to talk to. John wasn't small. Daddy and Robbie weren't small. They were strong. they knew how to use Gun Kata. They understood things like this better.
She balled her tiny hands into fists and pounded the bed as fresh tears ran down her face. IT WASN'T FAIR.She deserved to be just as strong as they were. Wasn't she a liberian too?

Shaking her head she turned to the wall and curled up tight.

Current Mood: Mad at World

The Whole situation. BEWARE MY ANGST. SPECIFIC TO NO ONE in any RP GROUP. although it does have Sages timeline stuff in it.


( Lisa's Room )

Current Mood: confused and hurt

and if you're not EQ-canon and can think of a good reason to be here...that's totally cool too :3

Preston had decided to take the children with them.

Robbie and Lisa did not particularly enjoy going to the rationing center. It was a dark place, a formerly abandoned warehouse with a large "Ost-O" Sign above the enterance. Preston presented his identification to the guards.

"Welcome Cleric."
Such formality was required. He was at the forefront of Liberian society after all.

Rationing centers were a side-affect of the third world war that no one had been able to get rid of. In the period before the upheavel these places had been hubs of activity. Preston and his children walked quietly through the stacks of nessescary items, people all moving silently. He tried to picture what this place would have been like, full of people having chattering conversations, arguing about prices...

"John?"

Preston turned sharply, Robbie's gaze studying him with an intensity that matched his own.

"Yes?"

"Lisa and I require a new clothing ration." He said seriously, "We're going to go procure it and we'll meet you at the checkout shortly alright?

Preston managed a dim nod and watched Robbie walk off, hands behind him. His sister followed, eyes downcast as a liberian woman's should be...

He walked, cart (The purpose of such carts was obvious, but they were recycled. This one had a dim label faded by time that said "alphs") in front of him. Liberians, despite their lack of emotion, were excellent cooks. Preston could think of eight dishes off the top of his head he was thinking of making that week-now if he could only find a rack of lamb...

He turned a corner sharply.

Current Mood: contemplative

I have procured a "paid account" for this journal. The woman who sold it to me also insisted on selling me the 100 userpics option.

I'm still entirely unsure of the purpose of such a journal, however I shall do my best to make use of this "paid account" and all that it implies.

Notes: Individuals using the internet (before the internet was restricted to government related useage only) were fond of creating/generating these surveys. They served no other practical purpose besides wasting time however, for the sake of experimentation I shall attempt a few.
-Cleric Preston


( CLASSIFIED EC-10 )

Aiiight boys and girls. Preston's mun here and since he's proving to be a weerry popular pup I'm gonna address the canon issue. cause he be cool like dat. YAY.

You guys have all noticed that this journal isn't only for sages_of_chaos, its also become a happy member of the theatrical_muse community and Preston is having too much fun to be confused on both. Ergo, Here's how we're gonna do this.

From now on in each topicline I'm gonna include who it'll be open to. IE if tis theatrical_muse Roleplay then It'll be tagged OPEN TO: THEATRICAL_MUSE and anybody from TM can just comment (*feels stupid asking them all to comment as they're all bloody brilliant writers who by all rights should not be talking to meees, pay no attention to the emo-child behind the curtain...) Likewise, Sages roleplay will be tagged sages_of_chaos and so on and so forth.

*cough*

If I make a random spamtastic post, anybody's more then welcome to speak up and say YOU. STOP SPAMMING AND GET BACK TO WHATEVER IT WAS WE WERE DOING. or YOU are AMUSING.
NOW.
AS TO RP STORYLINES:

sages_of_chaos
( For Sages Players )

theatrical_muse
( For muse players )
Heh heh. *nervously laughs and suddenly hides*

ON TM POSTS-
Anybody can comment. Comments make me happy. And they make preston not nearly as bitchy.

( Preston Encounters Television )

Muse: cleric John Preston
fandom: Equilibrium
Wordcount: EC-10 rated.

Current Mood: cold

( The Random Question Meme! )
( The Random Question Meme! )
( The Random Question Meme! )
( The Random Question Meme! )
( The Random Question Meme! )
Why are there so many of these?

Proof I need to start practicing again

This makes me anxious in more ways then one. Gun Kata is the only way I can defend myself, and if stuff like this happens I need to be prepared.

*Grimace* I am definately glad I took that strange creature up on its advice.