10/15/2020 10:24 PM  Activity Check - 10/11 Eden had always believed in the power of seeing the good in others. She loved people and had lived life being open to other people's opinions and thoughts, accepting those for who they were rather than whether or not they shared her same beliefs. For the longest time, this worked well for the brunette. She  was able to make wonderful friends and lived a life without weighing her heart down wtih hate. Well... without hate for others, that is. It wasn't until she was pregnant with her first child with the person she believed to be the love her life when things had changed. She lost the baby, being kicked hard in the stomach which resulted in a swift miscarriage. Eden may have not meant for this to happen... but she could have avoided it. Why did she go to the beach that day? She knew that Lucy had something planned. She was pregnant and fragile. She should have stayed home, encouraged Jude to stay with her and ensure that she and the baby would have been safe. Instead, she was stupid and believed that not going would be far more dangerous. Now, she was not only without a child... she was without her lover, the same man that had promised her forever. Another day off resulted in heavy day-drinking, the alcohol being the only real source of caloric intake. Light-headedness was beginning to bring a downer onto her day though, killing her buzz. Eden broke down, grabbing herself a piece of bread from the cupboard and nibbling on it slowly. She could only get half of it down before a sickening sensation wracked her petite frame. Shame and guilt. The female popped up from the couch and hurried off to the bathroom, immediately falling to her knees, ignoring the pain as her patellas cracked down onto the tiled floor. She  had been purging for years now... she no longer needed her finger. With an intricate movement of her tongue, Eden heaved, and with ease she purged, only satisfied when she believed there were no more traces of bread left in her stomach.  "You don't deserve to eat. You don't need it." Her demons chanted, the recent purge causing tears to prick at the corner of her eyes. "You are the reason you're alone. You have no child, no lover... no one." The demons continued, their words like white-hot irons piercing through her heart. The emotional pain was immense, causing her to collapse over the porcelain bowl as deep, body-trembling sobs wracked her frame. "All alone, and this is what you deserve." 0 Comments

10/01/2020 11:32 PM  AC - 9/27 She didn't know what she expected as she took a seat in Vivid Colour. It was 'paint your partner' day and although Eden was not an active attendee at these sort of things, she wanted to help out a fellow Valkerian and accepted the offer in being a model. "Am I supposed to do anything, or--" Eden spoke softly, her soft porcelain features skewed with uncertainty and slight discomfort. The petite female that she was here for offered a sweet smile and a light shake of her head. "No, just sit there and try to breathe. You'll be fine!" The female offered, which consequently, did help some. For some reason, the artist chose to move around her, offering soft and gentle reminders to the petite brunette that she didn't have to move; that the woman simply enjoyed the diffrent angles. It took a few hours of sitting until Eden was allowed to steal a peak. She rose from her chair and settled behind the woman, chocolate hues fixing on the beautiful colors and shapes. "It's beautiful." Eden offered warmly, though she could nto help but notice the use of cold colors. Lately, she had been struggling with many things in life, including self-esteem. She hadn't told the artist this... and perhaps it was all in her mind, but there was something about the picture that plucked at her heart strings. "Thank you." 0 Comments

09/17/2020 01:45 PM  Activity Check - 9/20 Anytime that she felt as if she was getting her life under control, some form of gloom and doom seemed to rear its ugly head. Lately, Eden had been succumbing to the tantalizing temptations of alcohol and  exercising far more than any one person should. When she wasn't working, she felt like drinking and  exercising were the only ways that she could truly unwind after a long day. As horrible as it sounded, she was beginning to realize just how much she depended on Jude; she was beginning to see that having the warmth of someone next to you after a horrible day could make all the difference in the world. Eden struggled with this realization because, she wanted to be strong. To be strong would be to find true happiness without needing to get it from others, right? She tried to be strong on her own, to be certain that she could manage whatever life through at her without the support of a lover but lately, things were falling flat. Time alone with her most sinister thoughts brweed only further complications that propelled her into the depths of her insecurities. It was a late night and instead of taking a cab back home after working at the clinic, Eden decided to walk. She told herself that the fresh air would do her some good and for a while, it did. The petite female focused on her breathing, similar to what she would encourage her anxious clients to do. Slow and deep inhales through the nose brought fresh, crisp evening air into her pink lungs. Eden held her breath for a moment, being mindful of the fullness that the air brought her lungs before slowly exhaling past slightly parted pink petals. She practiced this exercise for a  good five minutes, allowing the day escape her in pieces with each expired breath. She could feel the sense of calm begin to settle within her bones and for a good while, Eden believed that this may be the first night in some time that she wouldn't reach for wine in hopes of catching a peaceful night's sleep. That was, until her eyes fell upon what looked to be a small rectangular image just across the street. Curious, Eden looked both ways before hurring to the opposite side. She bent at the hips, plucking what appeared to be a photograph from the chilly concrete sidewalk. Through exhausted eyes, she brought the image closer until the image was in clear view: it was of her, sleeping away in her bed. Hovering over her was a bunny-masked man, his broad hand frozen in what appeared to be an ascent beneath the hem of her nightshirt. The sight caused Eden's heart to plummet into the bile pits of her stomach, eyes widening in disbelief at the image. Since Jude had left, she had made certain to change the locks of her home, especially after the arrival of the Children of Chaos. How could someone had gotten into her home... in the middle of the night... and had touched her without her knowledge? Eden hadn't realized just how much she was shaking until the image slipped from her fingers. Her hands sporadically shot out in hopes of catching it; as she caught it before it fell back to the ground, the image had now settled on the back of the picture where words had been etched in what appeared to be black ink. "YOU'RE NEVER REALLY ALONE."  The fear that bubbled up her throat caused her to break out into a clean sprint, her long legs carrying her through the street. Her fingers curled tightly around the image, crumpling it into the flesh of her palms. She didn't know why she was running or if she should even worry about returning home. It seemed that home was no longer a safe place for her to go... but where else could she turn to? 0 Comments

08/16/2020 08:56 PM  Letter to my past Life is cruel, Eden. It will chew you up and spit you out without so much as a blink. I have loved and although it was great in the moment, it's the fallout that makes you wish you were heartless. Love can be great for many. It can be the reason you wake up every morning and the reason you want to protect the people around you. I once felt that way and perhaps in some ways, I still do. I love my friends... but there is only so much more I can put on a straight face and pretend that I am okay. When will I feel okay... when will I be okay? Eden. I want you to remember that your happiness and health should always come first, because in the end, you are constant in your life. People come and go... sometimes without reason, but in the end, you are here. You don't deserve to go through what I did. This type of suffering, I thought, was meant for the people that deserved it. Then again, who makes that decision on who does or does not get their just-served? I only know that I do not have that power. I wish I could say to keep away from people entirely, but we both know that is not possible. We thrive off of social acceptance, we need the love and care of others even if we don't receive what we give. I guess what I should encourage is that you keep people close... but not too close to your heart. We both know how fragile it is; with one touch, it can shatter. I don't know where I am going, but I do know that it is not the place that I want you to go. Take this chance to change our future. I beg you... Respectfully, Eden Morrison   0 Comments

08/02/2020 08:04 PM  Superhero Eden! The petite, porcelain skinned girl was only seven years old when she underwent merciless testing. The world had always been fascinated in having bigger and better things; among these things, the ability to be  extraordinary.  It is unknown why different individuals get particular powers, but it is believed that unique abilities come from traits of each individual.  While she was getting her injections as a child, she often wondered what sort of abilities she would have. Would she be super fast? Perhaps have the ability to fly? For some reason, none of these abilities seem to resonate with her. What personality trait could bring forth such abilities? Then again, she was a child, and hadn't the slightest clue of who she was or where she was going. It wasn't until she started to notice something in herself that it began to make sense. Eden is a gentle soul, one that would happily place her life in front of others at the drop of a dime. It doesn't matter who you are or where you come from, she will protect you. Beyond being naturally caring and empathic, Eden found that she had the abilitiy to heal. No matter the wound or the location of said wound, she found herself able to heal it. With the closing of her crystal blue hues and a gentle touch of her fingertips, a soft warm glow would seal any wound and in some cases, made cancer dissappear into thin air.   0 Comments

04/26/2020 07:47 PM  Bi-Weekly: April 26, 2020 The feelings that consumed her in that cell still stuck with her, even after being freed. She could still sense the desperation coursing through her veins; she could taste the bitterness of defeat as she slowly began to accept her fate. Eden clutched tightly onto Orion, burying her face into his neck. She wished that she could forget what she had gone through both leading up and during her time as a prisoner, but it wasn’t that easy. Drinking was only making the pain magnify and she didn’t want to dump everything on Jude because he had his own concerns. Instead, she chose to keep to herself, wishing for the pain to dissipate but knowing well that only time can do that. Every time she closed her eyes she was haunted by the sights and smells of that cage, her heart filled with the desperation and dread.   0 Comments

04/12/2020 06:56 PM  FEAR April 12, 2020 It started in her chest; like a vice grip tightening around her lungs and forcing all air past pale, full lips. Her heart raced, beating wildly within its bone cage like a wild steed attempted to free itself from recent entrapment. Every muscle in her petite body seized, muscles and tendons going rigid beneath skin and tissue, solidifying her to the ground beenath her. She wanted to run, to scream for help, but she was in this alone. Her porcelain skin prickled like millions of hot needles were pricking at her skin, gooseflesh breaking out where her flesh peaked out from cotton. This was what fear felt like; locked in a prison of her own body as she remained in petrified agony. The only relief, true freedom from it, would come from the cold kiss of death. 0 Comments

03/13/2020 12:31 PM  Activity Check, March 13 1. PLEASE SEND TWO SCREENSHOTS OF STARTERS/REPLIES SENT AFTER 3/9.     2. Please list everyone you've spoken to within the past week. Frankie, Ludo, Redd, Tristan, Devontae, Edwin, Charlie, Polly  3. Is there anyone who hasn't spoken to you?  Not that I can think of?  4. Is there anyone you haven't spoken to? Why? No, I try to talk with everyone xD  5. How many connections do you have currently?  7 with 2 in discussion. 6. Do you have any recommendations for the group?  Not at this moment :) 0 Comments

03/02/2020 03:27 PM  Activity Check, March 8 HOLD ME DOWN – HALSEY I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He’s got me down on both knees But it’s the devil that’s tryna HOLD ME DOWN - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Eden had lived a life filled with emotional abuse and crippling emotions that come from her low self-esteem. This song, to me, can be an intricate way of understanding the complexities of her struggles. She is so eager to fit in, to cling on to whatever compliments and self-acceptance that she can, that she will give anything for it (including her morals/soul). Her addiction to alcohol and over-exercising to feel better about herself is the Devil that she needs to break free. Can she break away and if she can, what will it take? 0 Comments

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