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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 20:36:43 GMT -7
 Whether bright or melancholy
Rough and ready, finely spun
Whether with a thousand players
Or a lonely cast of one
Persephone was always distracted when she played her music or wrote her play. Fey would always try to insert her opinion into making it more cute and Hera would always tell her to take a break. Even though Persephone's mind was racing, she was still able to write and play, usually interchangeably. When she got to a stopping point with one, she would switch to the other. But she had finished her play after only three days of writing it. It was easy to do when she didn't have anything else to worry about like a job. She had to proofread it because Fey would try to change things and Kaipu would try to rip it up. Saturn always stayed quiet though, and she was the one who haunted her. Saturn was always inspired by her plays because a lot of them had dark undertones even if they seemed lighthearted on the front. She didn't really try to give them dark undertones, but they always happened, so she kept it that way.
Her eyes scanned the two stacks of paper in front of her. In the stack to her left, her play, titled A Little Most Honest, stood with the 136 and a quarter written pages scribbled in pen. The play was about a nine-year-old boy who had a best friend, but the best friend dies and the boy has to grow up without the best friend. Except in the end, the best friend never existed. It was one of the stranger plays she wrote, but she thought it would be different. Fey hated how the friend died and never existed, but she liked the parts where the boy was being strong.
On the other stack of paper was sheet music filled with notes, both musical and written. She would normally add two or three instruments into a play that she wrote, but she was only going to play her violin for this particular play. She was at it day and night, as she rarely slept now. Hera came out only two hours before and tried her hand at the violin, but she couldn't do it. She told Persephone that it was too hard but she loved hearing the nineteen-year-old play it. Persephone just finished and she gave a sigh of relief. Seven days work of writing and playing really paid off, and she was really proud of herself. She was glad that Kaipu only came out twice during this week and Saturn only came out once. It was the first play she wrote since she came back with a score and everything. It had taken her months to cope with what happened, but she can finally keep up with what she has been passionate with her whole life.
She scooped up the play in her right arm and grabbed her violin in her left arm. Their parents left them with a lot of money after they left. They probably felt guilty that they were abandoning their daughters, but Persephone felt no hatred towards them like Calypso did. They did what they had to do, and Seph couldn't blame them for that. She ran down the stairs to where their shop was she looked around the corner. She peaked her head out ever so slightly so that only a quarter of her face could be seen. There was nobody in the shop now even though it was around closing time. She looked at Calypso. "Hey Cal," she said to her older sister. She was a quiet girl, but not quiet enough for Calypso to not hear her. "Can you look over my play? I think I'm going to mail it to City Hall tomorrow and send a copy to the Capitol. And keep a copy too, you know. Maybe it'll get published and I can see if anyone would want to perform it." Persephone was really proud of the work she had. The school in the Capitol that she went to said that she should send all of her work to the Capitol, and she was okay with doing that.
WORD COUNT: 702
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NOTES: First sista thread
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 21:30:12 GMT -7
 Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Calypso sat behind the desk in the store that she now ran. People still found it odd that such a young girl was the owner of what was one of the most successful businesses in all of District 1, especially when they asked about where their parents had gone. Calypso had always swept aside any concerns, and she made sure that those concerns stayed quiet. She just explained that her parents had decided it was time to give up the business life and that they wanted to travel and had gotten special permissions from the Capitol to do so. The less explaining she had to do, the better it would be for Persephone. Her sister had been the only reason she wanted to stay in District 1 and not restart her life. When their parents had left to start anew, they had asked Calypso to come with them and she refused. She couldn't abandon her little sister, especially not after what happened when she was at school. She didn't know much of what happened, but she knew that it was enough to completely change Persephone. It brought on four new characters that she had to deal with, not that she minded most of the time. She wanted to help them, all of them, get through whatever the Capitol had brought upon them. Whatever had happened was enough to cause her sister to not sleep, which often led to Calypso staying up half of the night worrying about what Persephone and her alter egos were doing in the night. As it neared closing time, Calypso knew that there wouldn't be customers coming around, which was why when she heard Persephone's voice, she didn't try to shoo her away. She never sent her away because she was ashamed of her, like her parents had been, but because she needed to protect her. There was no telling when any of the other personalities would come out when random people would come into the store because it seemed to Calypso that each personality was brought on by different things. The blonde smiled at her sister before tapping the seat beside her behind the desk. Persephone and her plays had always been two of Calypso's favorite things in the world. Their parents had seen them as a source of additional income, but Calypso had always seen them as the inner workings of her sister's mind. Whenever she read the plays that her sister had written prior to going to the gifted school, she felt closer to her sister because it was as if she was given a key to a world that no one had yet discovered. "Seph, come sit with me as I read it. I want everyone to be able to see my reaction to the play. That way they know none of it's been faked." She gave her sister another smile before settling back into the seat, shifting around so that it would be more comfortable for her to be able to sit there for a couple of hours. Dealing with the personalities had been something that Calypso had grown accustomed to. She knew certain habits that she had that would irritate them, and she knew that some of them would never fully trust her. While parts of that hurt her, she knew that it wasn't anything Persephone could control. She knew that if Persephone could control it, some of the personalities wouldn't be the way that they were in general. She also knew that it was futile to try and force Seph into her sense of reality. In order for them to ever be able to have a semblance of a normal relationship, Calypso would have to embrace every personality just as they were and step into the alternate reality that her sister often lived in. These personalities were real to Seph and if they were real to her, Calypso knew that she had to treat them as such. "Can you give me any background on why you chose to write this one? Don't give away anything big or important, but will you explain to me why this plot was speaking to you over any other plot you could have chosen to do? Or if that's too much to ask, you don't have to answer. It's all up to you, Seph."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 23:53:29 GMT -7
Persephone was glad to have her sister's enthusiasm again. It was welcoming in a world when nobody cared or listened to your pleas. Her sister, from when she knew her before, was always the positive one. Seph was usually realistic, and when her sister would say good things about her work, she usually tore it to pieces. She had already been through that process, as she tore up a couple scripts from before and rewritten so much music. She was so thankful that her parents left them money. Without it, she wouldn't be able to have her instruments or be able to waste as much paper as she did. She knew people in the other districts didn't have the luxury they did, but she wasn't worried about them. She hated to say it, but Seph considered herself a selfish person. Maybe that was Kaipu talking, but she really only focused on herself and her work. She liked to pay attention to her sister, but other than that, she didn't really care about anyone else. If Hera knew she felt that way, it wouldn't be good for Persephone.
The dark blonde teen made her way over to her sister. She realized now that she forgot to put shoes on. The floor was cold against her bare feet, so she ran to the chair as fast as she could. She sat down and set the papers on the jewelry counter. She had already memorized her score, so she didn't need to bring that down. She set her violin in her lap and looked at the paper. She always had terrible handwriting, but it was still readable. She would be able to print it in nicer font at the shipping store. Her sister had beautiful handwriting, as it was a lot more graceful than the scribble that Persephone wrote. She turned to her sister. "I hope they don't think I'm faking it. I can send them my real manuscript of the story. People in the Capitol wish they could write scrips like this. Sorry, that's arrogant," she said. She was cocky too, most of the time without meaning it. She found herself catching her cocky sentences a lot and correcting herself. She really didn't mean it in a harsh way.
She listened to her sister talk about what inspired her to write this one, summarizing what she said. She remembered that it was a question that was asked to her a lot. Seph looked down at the script and cocked an eyebrow. She gave her sister a half shrug. "I don't really write things out of inspiration or background. I just...write." She said, but then she thought some more. "I guess it's about...I wrote it because it happened to Kaipu once in the Capitol. He told me the story. He had a best friend who helped him while we were in there. He thought it would be a good idea to write about it, so I guess I did it for him." She remembered him writing down the story of his friend in the Capitol at school, but the friend ended up dying. The thing was, he swore it was real and Persephone believed him.
"Why don't you ever write anything? I think you'd be pretty good at it." Persephone was telling the truth. She was always smart and good with people. It was Persephone who was bad at people. She wasn't good at talking to them, especially with the others waiting around to ruin her social life. She was at peace with herself not being good with people though. She liked writing and playing music and painting, so she was okay with being anti-social and awkward.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2017 14:35:19 GMT -7
Calypso had always been the positive one in the family. Her unfailing optimism astounded people, though she never understood why. She didn't see the need to think negatively or to look for the worst possible situation. She was a firm believer in energy and the return of energy. She thought that if she put positive energy out into the universe, the universe had no choice but to return the positive energy back. After all, she had thought positively of Persephone's time in the Capitol, and the universe brought Persephone back home to her. Sure, it was different, but the Seph that knew and loved was still in there. Now she just had the equivalent of five siblings instead of one. Calypso could deal and cope with that; she'd have to in order to keep Persephone around. And Seph was someone that she could never imagine in her wildest dreams ever losing again.
The blonde smiled as her sister ran, chuckling softly before shaking her head. "Always remember your shoes, Seph. But it's alright that you forgot this time." She grinned before taking the papers and reading through the first page that introduced the play and described the setting of the scene. A lot of people would have criticized Persephone's handwriting, complain about how it must be so hard for Calypso to read it and how it was basically illegible. But Calypso could read it easily enough. There were a few words here and there that she would need clarification on, but other than that it was fairly easy for her to read. She listened to her sister and was about to open her mouth to admonish her for saying something like that because it was rude, but just gave her sister a smile as she apologized for it. "Thank you for apologizing, Seph. I know you would have worded it in a nicer way had there been someone from the Capitol here with us."
Calypso listened to her and nodded as Persephone said she just wrote without background and without inspiration. It was something that amazed Calypso, the talent that her little sister had. The stories that she came up with were phenomenal, anyone with a brain would be able to see that. But the fact that these stories essentially came from nothing was even more astounding to the twenty-two year old. She listened to the story, Kaipu's story through Persephone's words, nodding as she listened. She wanted to tell Persephone that it wasn't real, Kaipu and his friend that died, but she bit her tongue. She knew that these personalities were what helped Persephone cope with whatever the Capitol had put her through. She didn't want to be the one to burst the bubble and bring back everything that had happened to her. She placed her hand on top of Persephone's before saying quietly, "Tell Kaipu that I'm so sorry for his loss. Losing a friend can't be easy. But at least he has you, and you're the best friend out there."
She listened to her younger sister's question and pondered it for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. "The creativity was always your thing, Seph. I might be smart, but I can't come up with these amazing stories. I'm smart in the way that I know how to look after people when they're sick. I can look at symptoms and diagnose them, help them come to grips with their diagnosis. That's a different kind of talent. But the talent that you have? I will never be able to possess that kind of talent." She smiled and then patted her sister's shoulder. "Besides, I couldn't possibly be as good as you so I'm not even going to bother trying. Can't have you becoming a famous playwright who's known for having more talent in her little finger than her other playwright sister has in her whole body."
WORD COUNT: 647
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NOTES: This took forever. Sorry, homie.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2017 18:58:25 GMT -7
Persephone tapped her finger as she listened to Calypso. She had such a soft voice. It wasn't harsh and quick like Seph's, but more graceful and calming. She liked to hear the sound of her voice, even when she was a child. The woman her sister had grown up to be wasn't harsh, and though she seemed a little impulsive, she was very kind nonetheless. She always thought of Cal as more of a mother figure than her own mom. While their mother was always pushing them towards being the best, spending money to fit their talents, and pushed Seph to go to the school, she never really felt like she was cared for by her. Even though Persephone was smarter, Calypso, to her, would always be her older sister.
Hera once said in our diary that she loved Calypso, and that Hera wanted to be just like her. Hera may have been older, but they both took care of Persephone when she couldn't take care of herself. Persephone zoned out as she thought about it. She could hear Cal speak in the background. She turned towards her, smiling. "Well I still think you'd be good. I bet you'd be the best doctor there is," she said, nodding. She believed that Calypso would be a fantastic doctor. She was sweet and caring, and everybody would love her. Even the grumpy patients.
The younger Valette looked at her sister with her head cocked. She wondered if she was happy. She really did seem like she wanted to be a doctor until their parents left. Now she had to take care of Persephone. Seph knew that she was a burden, and that at any moment, she could burst into someone new. She would go places that the others would lead her to and she wouldn't know where she was. It was a terrifying experience. The one that scared her the most was Saturn. At least Kaipu was predictable with his violent outbursts. Saturn, on the other hand, was dangerous and unreadable. She talked about murdering and power a lot. Seph wanted to keep her hidden as best as possible. She was always lurking in the back of her mind, and Seph never knew when she came out to play
Finally, after some silence between the two, Persephone spoke. "You're not happy, are you?" She said. Seph, being selfish, knew she wouldn't be happy in her position. She would try to put her sister in a hospital if the roles were switched. Persephone was always so ambitious to be the best, and she never had to try to do so. All she wanted was the truth from Cal. She wouldn't care either way whether she was happy or not. This was her choice, and Persephone would be okay if she just decided to leave her in the street one day. It was bound to happen eventually, she knew.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 23:02:49 GMT -7
Calypso often found herself wondering how she must appear to Persephone. She was consistently worried that her sister wasn't getting everything that she needed with her. She often times felt inadequate and that she should be able to do more for her sister. But she was doing her best, and she would always be doing her best. She didn't care if Persephone woke up one day and couldn't write anymore or couldn't play music anymore. She wasn't their mother. She saw Seph as a person, not another way to make money. Even though she wasn't the same Persephone she was before the Capitol, she was still her baby sister. She was still the sister that Calypso had vowed to take care of and protect. She had failed once, and she wasn't going to fail her again.
The blonde smiled at her sister before taking her hand and squeezing it softly. "Thanks, Seph. But I own the shop now, so there's no time for me to be able to be a doctor. Mom and Dad trained me to take care of the shop and to keep the legacy of our gems intact. I can't let them down, even though they let us down." Her smile faded a bit before she released her sister's hand and turned back to the script that her sister had written. She flipped it open and started reading, but the words just went over her head as she read. She just couldn't focus on the printed words.
Of course Calypso was always going to want to be a psychiatric nurse. The thought never left her mind and constantly plagued her thoughts. But she never blamed Persephone for it. If anything, she blamed their parents. They just had to send her to a school for gifted children. While it was an honor that Seph was even invited, Calypso had never wanted her to go. She wanted her to be able to live as normal of a life as possible. If that meant not being as challenged intellectually, so be it. She regretted not fighting her parents harder to keep her home. If she had worked harder, fought harder, maybe Seph wouldn't be the way she was. Maybe Seph could have stood a chance at living more of a normal life that Calypso knew she wanted.
She blinked a couple of times before looking up and meeting Persephone's gaze. She opened her mouth to tell her that of course she was happy, but stopped when she noticed the look on her sister's face. She closed her mouth and sighed softly before shrugging her shoulders. "I wouldn't say I'm unhappy, Seph, but I definitely wouldn't say that I'm happy." She looked down, ashamed of what she had just admitted before looking at her. "And don't think that it's about you, because it's not. I'm honestly so happy that you're home again because I wanted you home the second that you left." She then ran her fingers through her hair before she leaned back and looked at her sister. "But I also miss having people around all of the time and being able to dream about a life where the two of us would get married and then do the stupid sister bets as to who would have kids first and whose husband would dote on them more. I miss having our normal lives." She then turned and grabbed her sister's hand. "But, and I say this with all of my heart, that I would give up any normal life that I could possibly have if that meant you were still here and that you were safe. Because that's what I want most, Seph, is for you to be safe and happy."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 22:34:12 GMT -7
Persephone, before she went to the school, loved to be alone. She loved listening to the music she wrote, the scribbling of the words on the paper, the tap of her foot whenever she was stuck on a certain part, only to be caught back up again in an instant. She loved the silence around her and the wind blowing through the window of her old room when she lived with her parents. Now though, she was never alone. There was always someone speaking to her, and she wasn't talking about her sister. It was Fay, Kaipu, Hera, and Saturn. Sometimes they would argue and Seph would have to take a step back. Sometimes one would get angry and she would have a hard time focusing. It was like having children in a way, and Persephone always hated children. Sometimes she wished they would just go away and let her be alone in her head the rest of their lived. But then, she wouldn't have as much inspiration. She wouldn't have people to protect her when she most needed it. She wouldn't have help when she was crying herself to sleep in her bed.
Calypso was always so nice. Persephone knew she could be mean sometimes, but it was never in a violent way. She could be cocky or blunt, but she never did it to hurt anyone. She always voiced her opinions despite how quiet she was. She tried her best to stop herself, but sometimes they spoke out to her and she couldn't help it. She wished she could voice her opinion like Cal. She never said it in a mean way, and though she wasn't happy, she knew that she would sacrifice anything for the girl. Persephone would say that she would too, but she knew the others wouldn't let her. It was the truth, but a sad reality.
All of a sudden, her posture changed. She knew who was coming out, as it was someone who wanted to speak on behalf of Seph. She didn't know what to say to the kind words her sister said, so one of them stepped forward. In her head, she could always picture them. They were sitting in chairs, and it was Seph's turn to sit down. The woman sat up straight, closed her eyes for just a second, and opened them back up again. She was relaxed and comfortable, whereas Seph was always on edge and had to move no matter what she was doing.
The woman looked down and saw that Persephone had no shoes on. She shook her head. "Oh dear, she forgot her shoes again," she said in a lower voice than she usually spoke. It was calmer than Seph's original voice. She then looked at Calypso with her soft, blue eyes. Her stare wasn't intense like the girl on edge, but instead, it was full of understanding and compassion.
"I want to thank you Calypso," Hera said, giving Persephone's sister a soft smile. "You've done wonders for this precious girl, and I really do want to thank you for everything you've sacrificed to be here." Hera tucked her hair behind her ears. "We are so lucky to have you in our lives, and though some don't appreciate you, I do. You help my poor girl. She's not good at expressing it, but she really believes that you're an amazing woman." Hera looked at the script Persephone made. It was so rough looking, like a mad genius had wrote it. That was what Hera thought of Persephone--a mad, beautiful genius. "Without you, she would have never gotten where she was now. She might be out on the streets, begging for money. She's just a sweet girl, I know you see that, and I'm glad you do."
Hera looked up at Calypso again. She had the same blue eyes as Persephone, expect hers didn't dart everywhere when she was lost in thought. "One day, when Persephone is gone, you should go back to school. You would do absolutely fantastic. You are just so kind to everybody, and I know a lot of people look up to you. I know Persephone does."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2017 16:29:39 GMT -7
Calypso knew that if Persephone hadn't gone to the gifted school that their lives would be completely different. She often dreamt of a life where Persephone had stayed home and helped learn to take care of the business while Calypso went and became the psychiatric nurse she had always wanted to be. However, she hated dreaming of that life because whenever she woke up, she was reminded of just how dim the reality was in comparison. She knew that Persephone would tell her that she was alright, but Calypso knew better. She knew that these different personalities all left her feeling drained. All she wanted was for her sister to be truly happy and worry-free. However, the Capitol had stolen that from them whenever they messed with Persephone's head. Now their daily lives were bleak compared to what she had once imagined they would be.
The blonde was able to, for the most part, differentiate each personality as their posture changed. So when she noticed the change, she knew that Hera would be coming to give her spiel. Out of all of Persephone's split personalities, Calypso liked Hera the best. Hera was the one who was always the kindest and tried to give Calypso advice on how to help Persephone better. The others were interesting, to say the least, but Hera was the one that never left Calypso wondering if she could have done something better. It was encouraging to her to know that, even if some of them didn't appreciate what she did for Seph, someone still cared and wanted to help.
Calypso listened to Hera's calming voice, giving her a small smile as she spoke. She listened intently, feeling the tears well up in her eyes as she processed what was being said. Hera was always so positive with Calypso, and it was like her small beacon of hope that everything could end up being alright. She sighed softly before reaching forward and patting Hera's hand. "Thank you, Hera," she said softly before sighing as she shook her head. "But I can't take all of the credit, you know that. Persephone is resourceful and so very bright. She would have figured something out." She looked at the appearance of her sister, even though she knew that Persephone wasn't the one speaking at that very moment to her. "I'm just doing what my parents should have done. I'm taking care of her and I'll keep taking care of her until I die. She's my whole world now. She's all I have. She's all I'll ever have."
The blonde glanced down before looking back to Hera, shaking her head as she spoke. "No, no. Persephone isn't going to ever be gone. Not if I can help it. No, she'll stay here with me and be happy. Well, as happy as she can be." She could feel the tears as they began to well up again, her head shaking as if she couldn't find the control in her body to make it stop. "There won't be a world without Persephone because a world without my little sister is a world I refuse to ever live in. Persephone brings me as much joy as I could possibly imagine. I can't picture having a life without her now that she's finally back in my life." She sighed before looking away, wiping away the few stray tears that had fallen.
She remembered Hera's last comment and looked back to her with a faint smile. "I'm glad she does. Though I'm really the one who looks up to her. She has so much on her plate and yet she never complains. She doesn't tell me that I'm not good enough or tell me that she wishes I would leave her be. She could have easily let all of this control her and make her shut herself away from everyone, including me, but she doesn't. That takes strength, a type of strength that I don't think I'll ever have."
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