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<blockquote data-quote="pathfinderq1" data-source="post: 6816168" data-attributes="member: 48394"><p>[sblock= Once Upon A Time, In LA]</p><p></p><p>That was the first time that she remembered it really happening, the first time it was clear that something strange was really going on, that something was WRONG... She was seven, up on the set for the 'Family Room'- they were filming on the 'Kitchen' set at that point, and Tasha (or really, 'Natalie', then) was just flopped on the oversized couch, playing with some of the flash cards one of her tutors had assigned. Her stage mom, basically a Production Assistant who had drawn the babysitter assignment, was perched on a nearby chair, doing her own reading for one of her film school classes. In her mind's eye, Tasha remembered the brief bright flash of light, like a TV set winking on- and suddenly she wasn't seeing the couch, or the flash cards, anymore. She was in the other room, watching them set up, like a camera was beaming things right into her brain. She could see her two TV dads, Donny and Marco, perched in their chairs as they waited for the take- they were idly chatting over some audition Donny was going to, and a party they had both been at last weekend; "Natalie' hadn't understood half of the words they were using, but she got the basic ideas very clearly. Tasha knew most of those words, and some of them made her rather uncomfortable, even in a years-old memory. There was another flickering flash ("Changing channels"), and she could see her real mom and dad- which was weird, because at this time of day they were usually miles apart at their various jobs; even stranger, they were arguing, loudly and viciously, something they never did when Tasha was around... She couldn't help it, she was seven... She screamed, the piercing clarion only a child can produce- and instantly she was back on the set, back on the couch, amidst a blizzard of still-airborne flash cards... [/sblock]</p><p></p><p></p><p><strong>AT THE ASSEMBLY</strong></p><p></p><p>Tasha had only a brief moment of regret, as she recognized the flickering flash that preceded her "episodes". '<em><span style="color: #00FF00">Mom is going to be p...</span>"</em> It had been nearly a year since she had one this clear, this bad- the therapy really<em> had</em> been helping, but Dr. Caldwell had warned her that emotional overload (like trying to get through the first day at a new school) might bring on another flare. It would have been nice if it had waited, instead of <strong><em>totally destroying her social life forever</em></strong> by happening in front of everybody, but... Tasha retained just enough control to flop sideways onto the bleachers, instead of toppling right to the floor- but then the vision took her.</p><p></p><p>She tried to focus, using the techniques she had been learning- and it worked, sort of. She wasn't sure if the scene was supposed to be here- she hadn't seen the labs yet. But Dr. Caldwell had discussed 'subconscious recognition' and 'image substitution' and so on, using some dream therapy ideas to compare the visions to. Just as quickly as it had happened, the vision passed. Tasha was looking up, blinking against the harsh overhead lights of the gym- she thought she heard the whispered word "<span style="color: #00FF00">Wolf</span>", but wasn't sure if she had really heard it, or if it was her own voice whispering... One hand reached out, in a gentle waving motion instead of the harsh jerkiness of a normal seizure- and she didn't feel the harsh burr in her throat that accompanied a screaming fit, so that was probably good. She managed to get her vision to focus- there was a teacher leaning over her, and behind him she could see the principal and the female cop. Tasha took a deep steadying breath. "<span style="color: #00FF00">Sorry, I'm sorry... No nurse. I think I'm okay</span>" she managed in a weak voice, then her gaze shifted directly to the cop. "<span style="color: #00FF00">I think we're going to be glad to have you here, Janice, I mean Officer Reyes...</span>" (which was a little odd, as Tasha was pretty sure she hadn't know the woman's first name a moment ago). She managed a weak smile, and fought down the urge to look around the room, to see if she 'recognized' anyone else.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>[sblock= OOC] Concentration 1d20+3= 13, trying to focus on remembering the vision (just using the roll to give me some direction, more than anything else); roll <a href="http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=112916" target="_blank">http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=112916</a> [/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="pathfinderq1, post: 6816168, member: 48394"] [sblock= Once Upon A Time, In LA] That was the first time that she remembered it really happening, the first time it was clear that something strange was really going on, that something was WRONG... She was seven, up on the set for the 'Family Room'- they were filming on the 'Kitchen' set at that point, and Tasha (or really, 'Natalie', then) was just flopped on the oversized couch, playing with some of the flash cards one of her tutors had assigned. Her stage mom, basically a Production Assistant who had drawn the babysitter assignment, was perched on a nearby chair, doing her own reading for one of her film school classes. In her mind's eye, Tasha remembered the brief bright flash of light, like a TV set winking on- and suddenly she wasn't seeing the couch, or the flash cards, anymore. She was in the other room, watching them set up, like a camera was beaming things right into her brain. She could see her two TV dads, Donny and Marco, perched in their chairs as they waited for the take- they were idly chatting over some audition Donny was going to, and a party they had both been at last weekend; "Natalie' hadn't understood half of the words they were using, but she got the basic ideas very clearly. Tasha knew most of those words, and some of them made her rather uncomfortable, even in a years-old memory. There was another flickering flash ("Changing channels"), and she could see her real mom and dad- which was weird, because at this time of day they were usually miles apart at their various jobs; even stranger, they were arguing, loudly and viciously, something they never did when Tasha was around... She couldn't help it, she was seven... She screamed, the piercing clarion only a child can produce- and instantly she was back on the set, back on the couch, amidst a blizzard of still-airborne flash cards... [/sblock] [B]AT THE ASSEMBLY[/B] Tasha had only a brief moment of regret, as she recognized the flickering flash that preceded her "episodes". '[I][COLOR="#00FF00"]Mom is going to be p...[/COLOR]"[/I] It had been nearly a year since she had one this clear, this bad- the therapy really[I] had[/I] been helping, but Dr. Caldwell had warned her that emotional overload (like trying to get through the first day at a new school) might bring on another flare. It would have been nice if it had waited, instead of [B][I]totally destroying her social life forever[/I][/B] by happening in front of everybody, but... Tasha retained just enough control to flop sideways onto the bleachers, instead of toppling right to the floor- but then the vision took her. She tried to focus, using the techniques she had been learning- and it worked, sort of. She wasn't sure if the scene was supposed to be here- she hadn't seen the labs yet. But Dr. Caldwell had discussed 'subconscious recognition' and 'image substitution' and so on, using some dream therapy ideas to compare the visions to. Just as quickly as it had happened, the vision passed. Tasha was looking up, blinking against the harsh overhead lights of the gym- she thought she heard the whispered word "[COLOR="#00FF00"]Wolf[/COLOR]", but wasn't sure if she had really heard it, or if it was her own voice whispering... One hand reached out, in a gentle waving motion instead of the harsh jerkiness of a normal seizure- and she didn't feel the harsh burr in her throat that accompanied a screaming fit, so that was probably good. She managed to get her vision to focus- there was a teacher leaning over her, and behind him she could see the principal and the female cop. Tasha took a deep steadying breath. "[COLOR="#00FF00"]Sorry, I'm sorry... No nurse. I think I'm okay[/COLOR]" she managed in a weak voice, then her gaze shifted directly to the cop. "[COLOR="#00FF00"]I think we're going to be glad to have you here, Janice, I mean Officer Reyes...[/COLOR]" (which was a little odd, as Tasha was pretty sure she hadn't know the woman's first name a moment ago). She managed a weak smile, and fought down the urge to look around the room, to see if she 'recognized' anyone else. [sblock= OOC] Concentration 1d20+3= 13, trying to focus on remembering the vision (just using the roll to give me some direction, more than anything else); roll [url]http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=112916[/url] [/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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