Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 3:56:14 PM)
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Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 4:18:50 PM)
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Tohunga (Mar 5, 2011 4:19:39 PM)
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Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 4:21:35 PM)
*As she lie barely above water the twang of the guitaur echoing all she could hear was her heartbeat beneath the water her lips barely moving as she prayed. Her blood surrounding her in warm...it would be ever so easy to just let go...but she had to know...how was she to move forward if she didn't know from wence she came. She wrapped the uninjured hand around the wound trying to slow the blood a little more...just a bit closer a little more sacrifice...and maybe mother and father would grant her plea*
Tohunga (Mar 5, 2011 4:24:28 PM)
As shes lying there, flashes come before her eyes, she feels the world starting to almost "rewind" upon itself, watching as she her wound starts to uncut itself and then whirling backwards, everything looking altogether strange in this backwards pace. Back towards Zimbabwe, her awakening ... further, further ... childhood.
Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 4:25:17 PM)
*She slips her eyes closed as she bathed in her own blood much like her mother birthed her in the bathtub so many years ago...she returned to the begining hoping to go further...*
Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 4:25:52 PM)
*We all return to mother from wence we came the warm bloody bath water like the Mothers womb...inviting safe...*
Tohunga (Mar 5, 2011 4:27:16 PM)
Indeed, she watches herself going back through childhood and feeling for the first time memories of childbirth, never having ever expected to experience such things herself and unbeknowist to her she starts to sink into the waters of the bath, curling up into the fetal position as she feels herself becoming connected to her mother, a part of her, life always continuing further back. Connections, always.
Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 4:28:35 PM)
*All she could hear is the steady heartbeat amplified by the water and blood around her. She took comfort in that space it sensory deprivation like a second home coming*
Tohunga (Mar 5, 2011 4:32:57 PM)
Then blackness. No heartbeat, no thoughts, no nothing. Dempsy is gone. Her body too stalls for a period, feeling that transitory period where all awaits. And then suddenly, as if a flash of pure thought and insight and finding themselves standing there, looking at rugged hills, boulders strewn throughout, wild grasses. Sounds of cattle lowing and children at play. Something important about watching the ridges ... waiting.
Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 4:33:50 PM)
*Looking around with her minds eye to see this place...wondering if she'd been here before...gaurdian? Ridges...must watch the ridges for something...*
Tohunga (Mar 5, 2011 4:35:14 PM)
Something doesn't feel right and eyes start to lower down towards a new figure. A touch, strong and able ... man's figure. Cotton garbed shirt and working man's pants with leather guards on their front. Wait ... those boots, that attire, a cowboy? A ... man?
Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 4:36:22 PM)
*Curiosity at the form hands moving over the form feeling the strength...the strong arms the sureness of form...the feminine in her is a piqued curious and wants to see how much a man or how little...*
Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 4:38:53 PM)
*A little mental egotistical smile looking to the children...wondering did I help create these...the experience foreign to her...Looking over the feilds and cows and children wondering...I had a home once...Moving toward the children.*
Tohunga (Mar 5, 2011 4:40:36 PM)
Not an ounce of fat upon the form, muscles ripped and yet starting to be just that touch beyond prime, perhaps into his forties with children sounds behind. A call coming up from the house. "Alec? Where have you been?" Stephenie, his wife, he knows it intrinsically and as his name is called out the laughter stops from the children, two girls and a younger boy rounding the house, dirty, filthy really by modern times - but happy. "Daddy!"
Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 4:41:57 PM)
*A contented feeling...that lost feeling of lacking a solid home. This this was missing in her soul...Snacthing up the children to hold them close to me smiling at Stephenie letting the memory run through feeling it all taking it into herself to make it part of herself.*
Tohunga (Mar 5, 2011 4:44:30 PM)
The children hug and reach for his pockets, several of them pulling out sweet meats and the two daughters lean in to kiss his cheek and give him another hug before hurrying back off to play. Stephanie approaching, already showing signs of a forth. "You were gone longer than I expected..."
Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 4:47:19 PM)
*Hold the wife be proud of what she'd done...left blood behind...always good for the mother to help her bring life.* Ran inta a little trouble...nothin I couldn't handle just didn't want it followin me home is all...*eyes looking to the ridges again*
Tohunga (Mar 5, 2011 4:50:35 PM)
She nods and gives him a kiss that would have made the kids screech and laugh. Shes clearly missed him. Pulling back with a beautiful twinkle in her eye and Dempsy feels love, true unadulterated love, he would do -anything- for this woman, and has. "Let me go get you something to eat, you must be starving..."
Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 4:51:49 PM)
*He nodded looking out to the ridges and calling out to the girls* Stay close to tha house girls ...dinner time soon enough...*following Stephanie and ache at the fact that she no longer had that love in her life...looking around the house slowly *
Tohunga (Mar 5, 2011 4:54:41 PM)
Hes built this, all of this with his bare hands and as he steps into his home, theres a timelapse, the children suddenly in bed and he finds himself in his wifes arms, making love with her. The last memory Dempsy has before she finds herself underwater, the wound has healed while she was gone but her lungs are starting to fill with the blood enriched water.
Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 4:55:52 PM)
*With a sadness and a loss at feeling that feeling she begrudingly surfaces to cough up the bloody water her hair hanging in her face as she continues to cough up the blood tears in her eyes not all from the pain of coughing but the loss of that life she once knew...of herself as Alec...*
Tohunga (Mar 5, 2011 4:57:13 PM)
(and CUT!)
Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 4:57:25 PM)
*The tears mingle with the blood and water she rests there getting cold slowly as the water cools...she gathers up some of the water...to save for later...*
Tohunga (Mar 5, 2011 5:02:30 PM)
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Dempsy Winson (Mar 5, 2011 5:11:06 PM)
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