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this Ā blog Ā is Ā a Ā sideblog Ā to Ā strnza Ā - Ā follows Ā & Ā follow-backs Ā will Ā come Ā from Ā that Ā main Ā blog, Ā as Ā this Ā is Ā just Ā a Ā hub Ā for Ā all Ā of Ā eliza's Ā farĀ cryĀ 5Ā (& anythingĀ elseĀ relevant)Ā interactions, Ā plots Ā & Ā storylines.
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NAME: Ā eliza Ā cecilia Ā bellucci Ā kardel. AGE: Ā flexible, Ā usually Ā mid / upper 20's.Ā timelineĀ dependent. DATE Ā OF Ā BIRTH: Ā october Ā 26. GENDER: Ā female. SEXUALITY: Ā bisexual. PRONOUNS: Ā she / her. SPOKEN Ā LANGUAGES: Ā italian,Ā ASL Ā & Ā english. PHYSICALITY: Ā just Ā barely Ā 5 Ā foot Ā & Ā 2 Ā inches Ā tall, Ā but Ā no Ā less Ā of Ā a Ā presence Ā to Ā be Ā reckoned Ā with Ā because Ā of Ā her Ā smaller Ā stature. Ā dark Ā brown, Ā thick Ā wavy Ā hair, Ā usually Ā tied Ā back Ā in Ā a Ā loose Ā ponytail, Ā held Ā under Ā a Ā hat Ā or Ā let Ā loose Ā & Ā wild. Ā dark Ā brown Ā eyes.Ā olive-toned Ā skin, Ā freckled Ā along Ā her Ā cheekbones, Ā shoulders, Ā knees Ā & Ā hands. Ā lanky Ā in Ā her Ā stature Ā due Ā to Ā various Ā periods Ā of Ā malnutrition Ā in Ā her Ā life. Ā 70+Ā tattoos,Ā all along her body.Ā (someĀ listedĀ here.) VOICE: Ā see here. ENJOYS: Ā music, Ā singing, Ā art. Ā cooking/baking. Ā warm Ā weather. Ā companionship. Ā summer Ā storms. Ā writing/drawing Ā more Ā than Ā reading.
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@tndrhrt said: "was that an act of defiance? against me?"
SHE WAS AN ANGEL, BEAUTIFUL AND GRACEFUL IN EVERY ASPECT. it was no wonder how easily the converted had fallen in line, especially when she was there with that soft smile, welcoming those who chose salvation with open arms. marisol struggles with it. that need for a sense of belonging. but the reality of the situation shakes her fixation away. her daughter was out there somewhere, hopefully still alive, and eden's gate was getting in the way.
marisol had fought valiantly against the allure and promises of love. she had muted the hymns faith had written, blocking out any attempts at appealing to her more human side. instead, she opted to line up a bunch of explosives to the road and detonated it when supply trucks traveled through. anything to cull their resources, anything to give her a headstart.
she hears her voice, sweet as honey, and glances to its origin. this was just a small hit to eden's gate, but it was the message it sent that spoke volumes. "maybe," she responds, nonchalant. "depends on how you want to interpret it." the detonator clips to the back pocket of her jeans as she moves with intention. "maybe it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with joseph."
it's a loaded question, but that's the point, isn't it? it's supposed to stimulate some unfathomable depth of thought. to turn over graves meant to remain undisturbed. to discover and carve something out, a pound of raw flesh, that feels genuine in the midst of the present organized chaos.
the fibers of the frayed blanket catch against his fingertips as he smooths placidly over the fabric. eventually, there will be nothing more to endure other than the final death rattle before the hotly anticipated fall of civilization; according to the father. his beloved younger brother.
what they have is genuine, isn't it? it's a fragile thought. one that might crack at the surface should one choose the wrong tool to chip at it with. she had played the dedicated role of a means to an end beautifully, still does; aiding in the making of what would become his legacy after his planned departure.
he would leave, she would lead, and that would be the end of things. but if she won't do it, someone else will, and so he's made sure of it. his plans are a decade in the making, most of them seen to fruition.
"this. right here, right now," jacob rasps in the dark quiet of the room they inhabit. dingy, paint peeling, dilapidated. what part of his life other than that of eliza hasn't embodied the aforementioned? when he was shiny, new, and full of piss and vinegar ambition? why would she choose now to seek answers? what provocation has she happened upon? questions. so many goddamned questions.
"i believe in you." it's the truth. a half truth. maybe several shades of complicated.
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a sickening green pollutant penetrates pores, infiltrates his nostrils; any surface upon or within which the bliss can be absorbed it suffuses and infects. it's here, in the sunken wound of reality that deputy grimes discovers himself forcibly enthralled. helpless. swimming down instead of up, back to the sunlight.
he is afraid, and has been ever since he'd regained consciousness some odd months ago, surrounded by colleagues in a place unfamiliar to him. the fear and panic had long since set in after realizing his family were among the missing while the cult held the county in a vice grip. he's heard the stories of people never returning from the thick slip of the bliss's influence, never regaining their faculties, and yet here he is; cowed by desperation after having been discovered in a place where he very well shouldn't have been.
"i thinkāi think you know the answer to that .." rick manages intelligible speech, reaching for clarity in the mist, concentrating on returning to himself with a discernible grief; his eyes wide, rimmed with red, heart hammering. he's out of it, but it's still in him.
it's she to whom he might plead with to return his son to him, at the very least. unaffected. undamaged. alive.
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