Transdude1996 wrote:
What just happened?
"I live in the Smash Brawl building on West 81st street. My name is Lucina. I'm 18 years old. I believe in taking care of myself, and a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. In the evening, if I feel myself too tired, I’ll use shower. I can spend hours there. In the shower, I use a water activated gel cleanser. Then a honey almond body scrub. And on the face, an exfoliating gel scrub. Then apply an herb mint facial mask, which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use gels with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. Then I put on my expensive silk pajama and return to my room while wondering why all this people whispers behind my back. There is an idea of a Lucina, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me. Only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable, I simply am not there. I don’t even have roommate. Sense of loneliness is overwhelming. But something changed today - red-haired burglar entered my room and called me Marth. We had a spirited debate after which he decided to stay as my new roommate. He always smiles and that irritates me but at least I’m not alone anymore..."
P.S. And I meant depressing when I said funny.
