[She's died. She's terrified of wandering Adstringendum alone and can't work up the nerve to go to her theatre after what happened there. She has yet to figure out what her death price is. Anna is gone from Adstringendum. And Rachel, who spends every waking moment of her time singing whenever things gets too much, isn't allowed to sing.

Luckily, she can dance. Which is exactly what she is doing, when the feed clicks on -- Rachel is at the dojo, in a corner of it, dressed in exercise clothing, sweating profusely as the music to one of the only working casettes she has working blasts out of the old boombox she has rigged into working. The choreography Rachel is using is directly from the original video and she is putting everything she has into replicating one of the most famous pieces of dancing in the history of music. After all, this is reportedly the best album of all time -- Rachel should do it justice.

But when she spins, she spins a little too quickly, and her feet catch together and, to her horror, Rachel falls squarely, yelping as she lands on her behind. She's still for a moment -- and the Van Halen solo kicks in -- and suddenly, Rachel darts to her feet and moves to a cloth dummy in the corner, and she begins punching it. As hard as she can, repeatedly, and she nearly knocks it over in her rush to pulverize the living hell out of the sparring dummy, perfectly in time to the bass of Michael Jackson's hit, before she punches it one last final time to send it to the floor with a dusty crash and a cough. But that isn't enough -- she kicks it hard enough to send it rolling into the wall, which shakes the PCD into shutting off.]
somethingspecial: (♪ 'cause you had a bad day.)
[Rachel is pale, lifeless, and covered up to her throat with a blanket in the clinic. The feed continues that way for a couple of minutes until -- there is the slightest amount of movement. Her chest, moving up and down, in slow, ragged, painful breaths -- and then Rachel's eyes flicker open, dull and confused --

-- and then she begins to panic.]


Where --

[But the word is stifled with a gasp of pain and Rachel's hand moves stiffly to her throat, tears rolling down her cheeks as she begins to feel underneath the blanket, which slips away to reveal heavy bruising and burns.]

I... I can't, my --

[She tries to push herself up, but it doesn't really work, and instead she falls back against her pillow with a hiss, her fingers digging into the sheets in an effort to try again.

Being in the clinic means she died.

She doesn't want to be in the clinic.]


ooc; Ballroom style if you want to come see her! Offlines are welcomed and encouraged.

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Aug. 12th, 2011 11:53 pm
somethingspecial: (♪ You'll get by.)
I feel like Ariel -- !

[That proclamation is accompanied by Rachel Berry, who flashes her brilliantly colored tail -- which has a rainbow assortment of scales, sparkling in the light of the water -- in front of the camera with a laugh. She looks happier than she has in days -- Blaine and his Disney ambush seems to have done the trick to break her out of her reluctant funk of finding out her future.]

This certainly could be worse, couldn't it? But -- business is business! And even though I am part-fish, I am still a professional, so I would like to offer all of you the opportunity to learn from me.

[Rachel flicks the PCD upward through the water with her tail before catching it, spinning around in the water, her hair flying, before she settles in a bed of coral with a grin.]

I want to teach people how to sing, how to dance, how to play piano -- and while I've had moderate success with a few select individuals, I would like to extend the offer to everyone who would like to learn. I expect nothing in return, just your presence, and a determination to succeed.

[Rachel pauses before she becomes slightly more serious.]

After all, without a bright spot in the day, we have nothing to truly work for, right?

[She flashes a bright smile before the PCD shuts off -- well, for most people.]

[Filtered to Jesse // Private // Unhackable] )

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Nov. 12th, 2010 11:00 am
somethingspecial: (♪ Little Miss Independent.)
Does anyone know if the rabbits are still rabid?

I haven't gone outside since last week and I'm starting to get cabin fever.

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