Evie Jones

Strings of Fate

• In Death

  zombie;;
  
  noun zom·bie ˈzäm-bē
  
  : a person who moves very slowly and is not aware of what is happening especially because of being very tired
  
  : a dead person who is able to move because of magic according to some religions and in stories, movies, etc.

  
  

  The world ended slowly. It did not come with a bang, but poured slowly over the earth leaving burning paths behind it. The destruction was easy to ignore as it slowly crawled it's way to suffocate humanity. It was so easy to pretend that things would fix itself. When the news of Japan watching death reverse itself flickered across the screens, across the sea it was easy to just forget. It wasn't their problem. When sickness swept through England turning a blind eye was easy. It wasn't here, everything was okay here. Looking outside her apartment window over the pink painted sunset sky, it was hard to feel anything wrong even as it crawled up her legs searching for her neck to steal the breath from her lips. She forgot simple things, like how easy it was to breath. That as easily as she breath she died just as easily. An ability she never thought about. It was a thing only spoken about in hushed whispers. Followed my condolences for those lost to such a natural thing. People learned to fear their own power, forgetting it was what made them alive in the first place. They tried to forget how to die. Evie took it for granted, as she saw so many others did. Evie wished she had only forgotten how to die. Maybe then it would be easier to remember how, to find her lost power once again. No, instead it was stolen from her. Ripped from her very chest. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't die. Even as the world around her disappeared, transforming into something terrifying and new. She could not follow suit. Leaving her lost in a world that was dead, but struggling to breathe.

• As in Life

  I think I'm just in love with the feeling
  Break my bones so I can feel them healing

  
  .full-time executioner.
  .part-time zombie.
  
  ▶ only skin deep ◀
  
  evie jones.
  witch of destruction, zombiee
  undead. female.
  february 24th 2003, age 24 at death
  
  
  oh i need my pain, don’t it take it away, my sad makes me special.
  
  what used to be america, near what used to be new york city.
  apprentice of the witch of the end.
  
  
  do you want me to write you another sad song. would you like that?
  
  ▶ fragility of the heart ◀
  
  aromantic. pansexual. single.
  sadistic&&masochistic.
  
  do you want me tell you we’ll never belong. would you like that?
  
  ▶ the stars hold secrets ◀
  
  enfp. chaotic good. pisces melancholic. diligence. gluttony.
  
  cause the truth is we’re no different than the others.
  wearing our sob stories like colors
  
  ▶ the vessel of the soul ◀
  
  4'5". 126Ibs.
  pastel pink hair in loose waves.
  hetrochromia. freckled. curvy. soft.
  
  the truth is we like it, we like it here.
  we’re better off than we let on I fear
  
  a warm woman with eyes filled with life, but cold to the touch.
  
  does it make you sick, the way that we live?
  we say we’re over it but we...
  
  ▶ deeper into the soul ◀
  
  genuine deceptive anxious forgiving maternal barbaric
  loyal obedient destructive tolerant quiet bitter creative
  perceptive venomous
  
  can’t undo the scars
  all up and down our hearts
  
  

  ✓ candy ✓ forests ✓ cryptzoology

  ✗ coffee ✗ violins ✗ boredom

  
  can’t forget how it felt when it all fell apart.
  and we talk a big game like we wanna get well
  in our prison made of pain,
  only fooling ourselves.
  
  vacant staring, drooling, rocking
  
  i want to scream my sick soul alive.
  i want to look you dead in the eyes.
  did you think you were the only one?
  
  ▶ within the depths ◀
  
  It is traditional. It is inherited. Predispositional.
  self-destructive. depression. suicidal. binge eating.
  
  we’re all holding on trying to make sense of the insanity that we once loved.
  we’ve cut up our lives trying put down the knife,
  trying to pick up the fight .
  
  the truth is we’re no different than the others.
  the truth is we like it, we like it here.
  we’re better off than we let on I fear
  

• Character Sheet

  self-love		courage		confidence
  pride		greed		paitience
  tolerance		mental flexibilty		motivation
  creativity		education		compassion
  empathy		loyalty		forgiveness
  socialbility		emotional attachment		physical attachment
  stamina		mental strength		physical strength
  battle skill		initiative		restraint
  defense		agility		flexibilty
  strategy		leadership		teamwork
  wrath