Prologue E - Haitian Blues (Angelica) Aug 14, 2018 2:07:23 GMT -5
Post by Manah on Aug 14, 2018 2:07:23 GMT -5
--- 5 years ago ---
Young Angelica, then 14 years old, awoke in the hospital, dazed, confused and lost... her two legs damaged beyond any hope of ever fully recovering, and likely of ever standing, or walking again. And yet, the doctors called it a miracle. For all intents and purposes, the girl should have died. The crash had been astonishingly violent, the taxi car was now but a pile of scrap metal, and the driver himself had been ejected 20 meters away from the vehicle - and he was wearing his seatbelt!
The girl knew far too well that they were right, though. It was a miracle. She was, indeed, supposed to die. She knew that for a fact, since she had been told so directly by one who knew better than all of those doctors.
---A few days before that still---
An out-of-body experience. That's how they called it. Angelica was standing aside, glancing at the burning wreckage that had been the taxi car which was supposed to take her home, before that other drunk driver almost hit them head on, forcing them off the road. The car had plunged fifty feet down from a cliffside, before hitting a large tree and ending its trip into a small pond. The dead body of the taxi driver was lying down further away, immobile... but Angelica was not even paying it any attention. She was more focused on what she could see still inside the car.
Her own body, broken, bloodied, bruised. She had trouble imagining just how much damage the body had actually suffered, but one thing was for sure... if she ever woke up, it would be one hell of a morning. As she was thinking about that... she couldn't help but notice the heavy, thick scent of cigars and rum filling the area.
"Damn shame, isn't it, child", said a white woman with red-gold hair, and emerald green eyes as she stared at the wreckage. "So young. So innocent."
"And yet here she is", said a much deeper, nasal-toned voice, as a black man stepped forward in a black tail coat with a top hat, black glasses, a cigar in hand and a white skull painted on his face. "Life is unfair. For some, it is long, for others, short. Some will live a free, joyful life, others will live a sad, boring one. Some get to live their lives, others die shortly after their birth. Life is cruel, unforgiving, unjust. Now death... death is fair. It lasts forever for all who experience it. Everyone gets to experience it. And it will always be quite an experience, no matter who you are or where you come from", the man said.
"Screw that, I still say she deserves another chance", the woman stated dryly. "Fair or not, I feel like this child still has much to do in the world of the living."
"Perhaps we can reach an agreement then", the man said, smirking. "...What is your name, young one? Fear us not, for you and I are not strangers. Not anymore. I am known as Baron Samedi... and my wife, here, is Maman Brigitte."
(OOC: Welcome to the game, GPMC!... And yes, you are currently playing as a 14 years old version of Angelica. Worry not, for it will not last. Just play along for now.)