| ross family reunion pt. one [ open or narrative ] |
[23 Nov 2009|05:38pm] |
IT WAS ALL very surreal. Eudora Ross could not quite recall when it had been that she had decided to let her life turn around so drastically, but having endured one tragedy after another left the girl in an almost dismal state from which she thought she might never have recovered from. Thinking back now, the hotel heiress almost found herself wondering how she had survived the turmoils of the recent past--but it did not take long for her to realize that what had pushed her through the last tragedy had been the very same thing that had brought her through the many that had come before it. Ross' iron-hard will, the ambition and desire to bring to fruition that things that one desired, was what made her a survivor above all else. Apocalyptic fire had reigned upon her and she chose not to feel the flames. Death befell so many around her since she arrived at Xavier's but still she persisted, subsisted, all with the intent of succeeding and bringing to light the things in which she was most invested. A secret reflection had the girl doubting it if her current circumstance was real. She could not help but wonder if this tide of peace that had overcome her, this wave of positivity and acceptance which seemed to hover around the telepath in this place, was actually true. She had spent so many months with the others fighting for the right to live that it hardly seemed possible that they were safe now. It was generally accepted that all was well now, and that everything had changed, and that ignorance had been swept off of the table in favor of acceptance and open-mindedness. Hopefully she has earned the school's trust. Though Ross wore a positive face like the others, she did not believe that for so much as an instant. She had seen far too much.
Though Eudora would have been lying if she said that waking up after her depressing dream did not feel different, she knew that the fear she went through will never be removed. Even if she managed to migrate to and integrate into the way of life in another country, her Ross genetic makeup would forever mark her as different in the eyes of the public sphere, paparazzi, and herself. It was their way to keep tabs, a control that only made Eudora hate her family even more. In time, Eudora had largely come to accept it as her way, though not once did she cease to act by principle of her own judgment. Ross tried to fight the good fight, but she had no intentions of letting herself be murdered or ruined. Eudora had a luxurious life to live, of course. She needed to see to it that all that she did was excellent. If that meant being the grey stain upon the school's black and white, she had no trouble with that notion. Of course, she knew that she was merely being cynical. The breath of realism never failed to waft down Eudora's back. She never forgot the specters of doom and destruction. She kept watch, she remained vigilant. Ross kept her wits about her; one could never know when chaos would erupt again. Eudora only hoped she would be able to stomp it out in time.
( She had once again thought of the dream she had right before coming conscious a few days ago. It had reminded her of the fact that her parents still held control over her. She was still their puppet. )
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