Inner Mind

[Erlind]

World weary and worn I fade into my favorite big comfy leather chair, already almost half asleep. The world and sleep both tug at me, but I decide here is where I need to be for a little while at least. There is a little work for me to do, so my very patient and talented partners don't summarily execute me.

I drink Coke out of a frosty mug and begin to work.

 

[Erlind]

I cross the room towards the fire.

"I really need to do some writing."

I sit down on the rug by the fire.

"Why am I tired?"

I let myself fall over and find a comfortable spot.

"Who am I talking to?"

 

[Erlind]

I finally rise from my psuedo slumber and get up feeling oddly refreshed for not having slept at all. I promptly begin moving furniture. Couches and recliners are shoved across the hard wood floors dragging more than a few rugs with them. Once everything is out of the way in disorganized piles on the sides of the room I start stretching.

Before I start I nervously eye the fire. Unwilling to extinguish it I dig large iron fencing out of the mess I've created and hammer it into place around the fire.

"Much safer."

Quickly donning black shorts and a dark green t-shirt I go back to stretching.

 

[Erlind]

My little world finally reawakens and it is the same mess it was earlier if a little worse. There are large gash marks in the furniture, the iron grate around the fire has been severely dented, and I sit on the floor slightly out of breath. I'm wearing nothing but a pair of battered jeans and am sweating.

After a moment I get back up and begin the slow process of reorganizing my little corner of the universe. A simple fade to black would probably solve everything, but this seems the better way to do it.

 

[Erlind]

Repairs after the oddly long bout of shadow boxing are finished. Everything is back in its place and I am once again restless as fuck.

I kick over a table for dramatic effect, but no one seems to be around to appreciate or even question it. I right the table and collapse unhappily on a sofa.

"Stupid boring night."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

*sneaks in to hug a friend*

*sneaks out again as i am trying to write for this same friend and am searching for my ability to concentrate*

 

[Erlind]

"BWAAA!"

For a moment there was something distinctly comfortable and wolf like in the room. I look around, but there is no one there. Some kind of sexy wolf ghost? Seems unlikely.

I break out the PK Meter from Ghostbusters just in case.

 

[Erlind]

I point the beeping glowing device around the room to little effect. After a moment I hesitantly point it at myself. The techno babble incarnate goes nutz.

"This can't be good."

I sink into the floor a bit.

 

[Erlind]

The Docks at the Edge of Forever

I sit on the rough concrete staring down at the water below as it laps it my bare feet. My perch is single piece of jagged gray concrete that juts out into the water from the shore. I sit on the edge and let my legs dangle above the silvery waters whose gentle waves break below me.

The sky is cloudless and the light, almost white, gray of it seems to go on without end. The pall of an eternal twilight wraps this place in the essence of this place. Even I myself looked faded and colorless to my own eyes.

I found the door to this place, because it was where I needed to be right now. The nature of this place causes a quiet fear in me, but something about it allows the roil of my thoughts to calm. I think if I stay here too long I will cease to be, but for a short time this is where I need myself.

Behind me is rock, gravel, and sand. No crabs skitter across the beach though and no birds glide across gentle thermals. I am the only life here. I sit and think as dead water swirls beneath me.

 

[Erlind]

Swirls of water consume my vision as my thoughts course like the currents here. I am lost in myself and even this place fades away for me. More and more of the world slips away from me. It slowly becomes less and less important to me.

A speck of color in the water. Out of place. My eye is drawn just as my mind is. There is nothing here, but the speck of crimson remains dancing amid the silver. A rose petal. It was meant for me.

I look away breaking the hypnotic grip this place can have when I let it. Far down the beach I see someone. The form is not distinct, but I know they are there. I rise from my place and walk back up the platform to the beach and along the beach until I can see her. There is still a distance between us, but I'm unsure why she is here.

"Not a place many come by accident."

A gentle if brief smile crosses my face.

 

[RainingHeat]

"Not a place many come by accident."

Her eyes lower for a moment, an answering nod of head, before those green eyes are lifted again to meet his

"It seems I was drawn here, the sound of the waves, the gray of the skies. The calmness, where one can think. Sometimes, thinking is better when done in pairs, instead of alone"

Her own moist lips curl into a returning smile. She holding the rose that the petal that alights still on the water, had come from.

 

[Erlind]

"That may be true."

I walk closer to her and then turn. I take a seat on a large flat rock near the water's edge. There is enough room for her as well if she doesn't mind being close.

For some reason the gentle waves hit the shore a bit harder here sending a spray of salty water into the air around us. I hadn't really meant to see anyone else here, but I'm glad she found her way.

 

[RainingHeat]

She follows him to that smooth, flat surface, and lowers down to sit at his side. She did not mind being close. In fact, it was nice to not feel alone at the moment. The spray of salt water reminded her of childhood and the beach at the end of her street, pleasant memories to be sure. Another petal is plucked and tossed into the waves, the bright ruby color quite striking against the darkness of the water.

"It is quite beautiful here... and I... am called Rain " she turns to look at him once more, her name still lingering on her lips

 

[Erlind]

"Rain. A beautiful name. I am Erlind."

It may be a trick of the mind or just how the sun hits the water here, but this spot seems a little brighter than it was before. We are two strangers in a far off place, but it feels good to feel close to someone, even if we don't yet know each other well.

"I came here to think, but its a place easy to get lost by yourself."

I consider the words. Consider her.

"Thank you."

 

[RainingHeat]

"A pleasure to meet you, Erlind" And it was, there was no false feelings in those words.

"I came here to think, but its a place easy to get lost by yourself."

I consider the words. Consider her.

"Thank you."

She blushes a bit as his kind words, her gaze moving to look out over the water, the crashing waves, following that dot of crimson as it tosses and twists upon the surface.

"I can see where this place would be perfect for contemplation, Erlind. But the endless plane of water, the matching gray of the skies, the details could be washed away, and one wouldn't want that. It is the color, the details, that make life interesting, and even a place as beautiful as this could use just the tiniest bit, such as a rose petal ..."

Taking his hand, she lays another soft rubied petal upon his palm, her own fingertip lingering for just a moment.

 

[Erlind]

She's right. As much as I have tried to ignore it at times, the fact remains that the world needs life. Even when seeking out isolation the world cannot be completely blocked off. We need it.

Such small gifts that seem to change the very world around us. Her touch almost means more than her small gift. The gentle warmth of it.

"I can't stay any longer. The waking world calls me back. I hope to spend more time with you again soon, Rain."

Regretfully I leave my seat and walk away from the water. Once behind a larger rock and out of sight I am gone. This is a place I will have to return to though.

 

[RainingHeat]

"I look forward to spending more time, and investigating those colorful details"

As she brings her hand back, that fingertip glides along his palm....

"Safe journeys in the real world, and I will be close at hand when you return, I am sure"

 

[Erlind]

I don’t know if I’m even looking to start new threads right now. Maybe I am and maybe I’m not, but either way here are some ideas I’ve been kicking around.
I know the chances of anyone knowing a damn thing about Green Sky or Below the Root is extremely remote and I’m ok with that. I haven’t read the books either and the basic info you need to know can be found here.
Below the Root


This centers around an idea that I had about the nature of the world. Everyone in Green Sky is naturally psychic. The Kindar live in the branches of enormous trees that are bigger than skyscrapers and they think their psychic abilities are from their meditation and use of wisenberries, basically drugs, and denial of “unjoyful” emotions. When they first run into the Erdlings though, a group once exiled to live on the ground, they find out the Erdlings have stronger powers and do none of those things. My idea is my character has found evidence of a long dead people that grew even stronger, by embracing the darker emotions like anger, hate, lust, despair, and fear. The thread would be both a literal and symbolic journey into the dark seeking what he can become. It is about exploration.

Feels a bit Star Wars ish to me now that I have it written down, but that’s not the intent. The idea is about someone from a society that knows little about pain or sorrow choosing to follow someone who is seeking out those things. It is not about epic battles, the force, or politics.

My next idea is a little less original, but is something I’ve wanted to do since it was first brought to me as an idea.

The Joker has fled Gotham City after Batman had begun hunting him in earnest, not waiting to foil his schemes as had been the status quo. As his power base in Gotham dwindled Harlequinn left him to be with Poison Ivy. Seeing nothing left for him in the Dark Knight’s city he left. Where he goes is negotiable, but my last attempt had been set in London and I rather liked the idea. Both to establish a power base and make himself a new version of Harlequinn, Joker kidnaps the daughter of an organized crime boss.

The story would center around what Joker puts the girl through to get what he wants. What he wants is an utterly loyal, half insane, brutal slave. Someone willing to kill for him and let her body be used however he wants. Drugs, simple manipulation, physical torture, and sexual pleasure are all tools in my Joker’s arsenal.

More ideas to come. Too tired to think right now though.

 

[Erlind]

Another thought.

Dominic Carver
Age: 26

A tall lanky six foot two, Dom has always felt a bit out of place. He works to keep long dark hair out of his face and has become a heavy smoker, though he’s broken worse habits in the last couple years. He left home at a young age and moved from place to place, crashing on the couches of the kind of people who didn’t care if you were there or really who were at all. Years of parties, drugs, and sleeping around had left him without purpose, empty. He’d done things he regretted for money and worse things he didn’t regret at all. Dominic didn’t sleep much anymore and now spent his time delving into the darker corners of the web.

Recently, Dom or RaeXor, has stumbled upon a group called Seraph. He thought at first they were just a group of hackers like himself, but he was unable to find almost anything out about him. As he searched, RaeXor found them to be connected to some of the strangest events, online and off, and his curiosity was piqued. Politics, business, murder cases, media. They seemed to affect every part of everyday life. Suddenly, he had a reason again, a life to live.

Female lead would either be an agent of Seraph sent to keep him off track or someone already on their trail like him. The setting can either be modern or further in the future.

 

[Erlind]

Outside beneath the sound of the wind, the sound of heavy gears can be heard making my world run. Barely audible clanking in precise rhythm, though a rhythm I can't understand completely.

I sit in my favorite chair staring into the fire, not really looking at it, but listening as springs wind and clockwork whirrs along. I let the sounds soak into me and the persistent wind outside my window almost seems to die down a little for me. Is there something for me to understand here or is it just another path to madness.

Either way, I listen.

 

[Erlind]

"Gah! Bored!"

I throw a rotary phone at the wall and stomp off resolutely until I realize I have no where to be. I have written what I can write tonight. I'm tired, but I don't want to sleep.

"This is absurd."

I plop back down on my couch and stew.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A note appears from the ether

E~

You've been in my thoughts.
I hope things are well with you.

Find me when you can.

L.

 

[Erlind]

I'm not even going to try writing anything real today.

 

[choklatekoneko]

lurks in the shadows.

 

[Erlind]

"A bad place to lurk around here, I'm afraid."

I turn as the room lightens just a little more and the shadows part.

"My shadows listen to me. Welcome."