Godiva's Heart [Echo RP]
Feb 22, 2016 10:19:11 GMT -5
Post by AshCandor on Feb 22, 2016 10:19:11 GMT -5
The dirty blonde sat cross-legged on the Persian-style rug, strumming along lightly on an old batter acoustic guitar. The stereo blasted out some old Jefferson Airplane on vinyl; Grace Slick inquiring about if you needed someone to love. The stereo itself was massive, oak with velvet covered speakers; the size of it was somewhere between an old writing desk and a ’58 Buick.
The blonde closed her eyes, bobbed her head to the music; was feeling the music go through her, visualizing it. She fumbled around and found the guitar stand off to her side, putting the guitar away as she rose to her feet. She danced around, a ‘60s dream in faded bellbottom jeans with rhinestones and bedazzlement around the cuffs, paisley half-shirt tied off at the neck and back, showing her lithe back, rings on her fingers and bare feet that moved with a nimble grace. The record stopped abruptly with a scratch, and her stepfather was standing there when she opened her eyes.
“Don’t you think it’s time to get down to the gym for some training, girl? You can’t live a surrealistic existence forever.”
Her stepfather stood in a dark gray workman’s uniform, he crossed his arms defensively.
“Ah man, you’re always such a buzzkill, Daddy-O. I just wanna live for the music, a song written in the key of life.”
He rolled his eyes and jabbed a finger in her direction.
“You’re just like your mother, a dreamer. Reality’s much more harsh on the innocent.”
Echo Rigby slipped into her open toe sandals and turned with an impish smile.
“Yeah but Momma never threw a kick or a right cross like me, now did she?”
She walked over and tiptoed up to kiss the hard-edged man on the cheek, and he softened slightly. She bounced out of the room humming to herself. He looked on at her, mumbling under his breath.
“You’d be surprised, angel… you’d be surprised.”
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“Ooooh, here I come like a lamb to the slaughter, if you’d judge me from the surface. Is that how you wanna do it, Bianca Reed? What business do I have in that ring with you. The way I hear it, you’re part of some Dynasty… but the way it goes in wrestling, throw a rock and hit a proclaimed dynasty. Are you the princess, the crown jewel? Far out, man. That’s trippy. Like you’re off in some distant castle and Robert Plant is crooning about the wizards and devils and fair-haired princes that might call on your favor.”
Echo moved around to the music in her own head, out in some lush field, trees in the distance. She wore a cloak, various silk scarves adorned her body along with silver-lensed sunglasses and a large floppy hat, like a stand-in for a Stevie Nicks video.
“It’s fine, princess… I’m not the witch looking to entrance you, or the dragon looking to usurp you. I come in peace to make peace with you, the traveling minstrel bard of song and poetic grace. I fancy myself the Peacemaker, but sometimes the harsh cruel world reminds us that we have to have a little war to establish a little peace. Now I’m more of a ‘Make Love, Not War’ type of gal. Even though we have to fight, as ordained by the Lion’s Den gods… my heart is still filled with love. I have a song to share, and tales of better days. I know you’re cocky, and you love to open your mouth to expound upon how great thou art, and how little others are. You want everyone to see you in all your glory. Well let’s do this dance around the arena, show Charlotte what you’ve got. Pride is one thing, and arrogance is another… I get the feeling you’ve drifted too far from one into the other.
She danced around some more, her arms making waves, her hands moving to the psychedelic jazz in her head.
“Yes, yes… I’ve tapped into it, that wavelength of the world that makes me hum and smile. I’ve got the power. Flower Power. Don’t rely on your family name to take me out, none of them will be in the ring with you. Here’s the thing about Reeds and Flowers… both of them grow but only one of them truly blooms. I intend to unfurl my petals for the first time and let the sun shine on my face. Let the masses see their sweet soul sister, bearing her heart like Godiva: unafraid, unashamed, at peace with who she is. Understanding she can love the world but the world sometimes has a mind of its own, so she is prepared to fight.”
Spreads her arms out wide.
“Peace and trust can win the day!”
The blonde closed her eyes, bobbed her head to the music; was feeling the music go through her, visualizing it. She fumbled around and found the guitar stand off to her side, putting the guitar away as she rose to her feet. She danced around, a ‘60s dream in faded bellbottom jeans with rhinestones and bedazzlement around the cuffs, paisley half-shirt tied off at the neck and back, showing her lithe back, rings on her fingers and bare feet that moved with a nimble grace. The record stopped abruptly with a scratch, and her stepfather was standing there when she opened her eyes.
“Don’t you think it’s time to get down to the gym for some training, girl? You can’t live a surrealistic existence forever.”
Her stepfather stood in a dark gray workman’s uniform, he crossed his arms defensively.
“Ah man, you’re always such a buzzkill, Daddy-O. I just wanna live for the music, a song written in the key of life.”
He rolled his eyes and jabbed a finger in her direction.
“You’re just like your mother, a dreamer. Reality’s much more harsh on the innocent.”
Echo Rigby slipped into her open toe sandals and turned with an impish smile.
“Yeah but Momma never threw a kick or a right cross like me, now did she?”
She walked over and tiptoed up to kiss the hard-edged man on the cheek, and he softened slightly. She bounced out of the room humming to herself. He looked on at her, mumbling under his breath.
“You’d be surprised, angel… you’d be surprised.”
-
“Ooooh, here I come like a lamb to the slaughter, if you’d judge me from the surface. Is that how you wanna do it, Bianca Reed? What business do I have in that ring with you. The way I hear it, you’re part of some Dynasty… but the way it goes in wrestling, throw a rock and hit a proclaimed dynasty. Are you the princess, the crown jewel? Far out, man. That’s trippy. Like you’re off in some distant castle and Robert Plant is crooning about the wizards and devils and fair-haired princes that might call on your favor.”
Echo moved around to the music in her own head, out in some lush field, trees in the distance. She wore a cloak, various silk scarves adorned her body along with silver-lensed sunglasses and a large floppy hat, like a stand-in for a Stevie Nicks video.
“It’s fine, princess… I’m not the witch looking to entrance you, or the dragon looking to usurp you. I come in peace to make peace with you, the traveling minstrel bard of song and poetic grace. I fancy myself the Peacemaker, but sometimes the harsh cruel world reminds us that we have to have a little war to establish a little peace. Now I’m more of a ‘Make Love, Not War’ type of gal. Even though we have to fight, as ordained by the Lion’s Den gods… my heart is still filled with love. I have a song to share, and tales of better days. I know you’re cocky, and you love to open your mouth to expound upon how great thou art, and how little others are. You want everyone to see you in all your glory. Well let’s do this dance around the arena, show Charlotte what you’ve got. Pride is one thing, and arrogance is another… I get the feeling you’ve drifted too far from one into the other.
She danced around some more, her arms making waves, her hands moving to the psychedelic jazz in her head.
“Yes, yes… I’ve tapped into it, that wavelength of the world that makes me hum and smile. I’ve got the power. Flower Power. Don’t rely on your family name to take me out, none of them will be in the ring with you. Here’s the thing about Reeds and Flowers… both of them grow but only one of them truly blooms. I intend to unfurl my petals for the first time and let the sun shine on my face. Let the masses see their sweet soul sister, bearing her heart like Godiva: unafraid, unashamed, at peace with who she is. Understanding she can love the world but the world sometimes has a mind of its own, so she is prepared to fight.”
Spreads her arms out wide.
“Peace and trust can win the day!”