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Another sleepless night. It didn't really surprise the witch since her brain could hardly recall the last time she slept well. It wasn't that the woman didn't know when it was, simply that she didn't want to remember why it was that night. Even without looking in a mirror she believed her green skin must be getting dark circles under the eyes from the deprivation of something so essential. The only reason this part didn't bother her as much was because it wasn't like she was likely to bump into someone and them notice that instead of her unusual skin color. Groaning, the woman looked out of the window as the sunrise was just finishing and the warm beams already beat down on the castle and the countryside that surrounded it. Elphaba was probably one of the only people that didn't feel a thing watching the sunrise. There was no sense of peace or look of awe, just a blank-faced glare towards the bright orb and a small sneer as she turned herself away from the scene determined to waste no more time watching.
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It only took her as long as she had spent feeding her flying monkeys to become rather too hot inside the confines of the the castle even with the benefit of the windows not having any glass in them. It didn't even help that the woman had chosen her shortest dress to try and keep herself a little cooler. What the green-skinned witch really needed was fresh air but that idea didn't please her at all. It would mean leaving her castle for the outside world which always seemed to make her feel strange recently. There was a great deal of pacing and muttering in the top room of the castle until the reluctant woman finally realized there was no other choice if she wanted to keep cool, which she did. It was halfway through her descent of the castle stairway when her eyes were drawn to a figure in the near distance. It was one of her monkeys but something was strange. It was poised ready to attack her.
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"It's me you moron! How can you not tell?"
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Her voice came out as a bellow and the flying monkey immediately retreated with a noise that signaled it's shock. What is it with those monkeys lately? Anyone would think I was suddenly degreenified overnight or something the way they are towards me. The thought lingered through her mind as she continued her journey to the ground floor of the castle and drew a deep breath before opening the front door just enough to let herself out. The fresh air stung slightly as it hit her body. Elphaba tried to put it down the lack of it she had gotten lately, choosing to ignore the fact it never happened in hiding when there were times that several days passed without seeing light of day. Her feet were going a blistering pace, wanting the whole outdoor trip to be over as quick as humanly possible. This turned out to be the wrong idea very quickly as her feet caught on a tree branch situated just above the ground and there was a mere moment before the thump echoed signalling the witch landing face down right near the river.
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As she started to bring herself back to her feet something else caught her attention. It was her own reflection in the river. Having not looked in a mirror for a time the sight of herself was enough to send the woman reeling. It looked terrible. Not terrible as in evil but terrible as in looking a mess. No wonder Chistery was acting strange,, she thought to herself. There were now gaps in the green skin that had plagued her for her whole life that were the color of normal flesh and looking warm and inviting. Elphaba was also convinced her cheekbones were looking a little more fleshed out and her jaw less angular than last time she had observed herself. Unusually shakily the green woman brought a hand to her face to touch one of the now normal colored patches of skin. The warmth radiating from it made her withdraw her hand immediately. At the emotion of it all she could feel something that had rarely occurred in years. Tears were welling up in her eyes. This only served to make her frustration rise in the confusion of it all and Elphaba used her magic to force the water away from her in a fit of anger.
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"Just stop! Please"

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So, this is Elphaba who is otherwise known as the Wicked Witch of the West. She likes terrorizing people and making them rather afraid of her both by herself and using her flying Monkeys. Unless you really annoy her, however, she usually won't do much more than that. Although she has embraced her reputation for years there is a change starting to happen to her. Ever since she killed Glinda, the good witch of the North, she has been starting to feel things that she didn't think were possible anymore such as guilt and regret even if she tries her best to move on and hide it. Things are starting to become more obvious though since her green skin is starting to peel and reveal a warm, flesh colour and people are noticing.
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Friends: Ok. She definitely isn't gonna have many friends at all. Just about everyone is most likely a little scared of her. Of course since she is starting to change a little there will be those few that she tries to approach for a little bit of advice. Most likely they will have had some sort of experiences that Elphie has heard of and she wants to know how they got through it.
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Enemies: The list is probably going to be rather long here since she is pretty evil and twisted at the moment. She hates pretty much everyone anyway so it will be even longer from that. At least she has her Animals to keep her company day after day in her castle.
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Feb 18 2014, 01:30 AM
WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST
i know this isn't what i wanted, i never thought it'd come this far ....


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JUST THINKING BACK TO WHERE WE STARTED
and how we lost all that we are and how we lost all that we are and
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well hey there! um, what's your name again?
I have gone by many names over the years and just about all of them have
become lost and unused. However if you really must know then I guess I can
give you one of them. The name I was born with is Elphaba Thropp.


oh cool! and how old did you say you were?
That is most definitely none of your business. Usually one keeps quiet and
guesses instead of asking. I don't even know myself since I don't care to
keep track of something as pointless as time. Even if I did know, I wouldn't
just tell you so I would rapidly think about changing the subject.


awesome. and how do you like your family?
Is there any use in my telling you about things that I don't have anymore?
I don't want to think of them anymore. I don't want to think of anything
from back then but someone like you couldn't even start to understand
that. There was mother, poor mother. My early memories of her are so
loving and gentle yet my condition was the main factor that led to her
demise. Father, the one I will never forgive. He may have been the only
one that called me Fabala but he always put me in the shadows compared
to Nessa. I tried my best with Nessarose, even if I was jealous of her always
being the favourite. She had great promise until those darn shoes gave
her way too much confidence and she started to upset many of those in
Munchkinland. She was still my sister though and I was devastated when
that awful farm girl landed a massive house on top of her and killed her.
Shell, the youngest of all of us, would have been mother's favourite if she
hadn't died in childbirth. He is the only boy that my mother birthed. All
right. I have most definitely said enough about all that now. It is driving
me crazy with all this silly talk. I have been going too sentimental lately.


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WE WERE YOUNG AND TIMES WERE EASY
but i could see it's not the same but i could see it's not the same but
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what do you like to do in your free time?
I have pretty much nothing but free time and I spend most of it
right here in this place. I work with all the Animals that I keep here
with me. My powers can give me control over them and I can get
them to do my bidding. My flying Monkeys will do anything for me
which makes it so I don't have to get my own hands dirty. Most of
the time they do well even if they were a bit lazy when it came to
that awful farm girl and trying to get those beautiful shoes back.


and what else do you really, really like?
I like causing destruction and terror in my wake. Even though
there are times I can't bear to do it anymore
. It is fun to make
them all scared so they leave me the hell alone. I don't need any
of them, the naive people who think life is all love and roses. It
would be nice to have someone to talk to instead of the Monkeys
though.
I like to see them running away from things I have
created through my magic and finding the nearest place to hide
when I send my Monkeys out in case it is them that I am after.
I tell you there is no feeling like it. No bad one anyway.


okay yea. so then tell me, what you hate?
You really want to ask that? I hate pretty much everything.
That includes myself at times. In particular I hate that farm
girl, Dorothy Gale, for killing my sister and taking off with her
property even if it was that stupid Glinda that gave her the shoes.
No, don't think of her. I also hold nothing but loathing for
that bunch of misfits that Dorothy dragged along with her. What
good are a cowardly lion, a tin man and a freaking scarecrow?
The list of things I loathe is extremely long (and it includes that
Totenkinder)
so i'm not going to bore you out of your wits with
any more of it cause that is such a boring way to get at people.


i understand. now what are you really like?
You mean my name, my clothes and what I have told you so
far doesn't give you a good enough picture? Maybe you aren't as
smart as I thought my pretty. I am a wicked witch so obviously
there is very little good about me. There could be though.
I'm a solitary person as you can tell by the fact I told you I spend
most of my time in here alone. Naturally I don't make friends,
only enemies that hate my guts. I am perfectly fine about that
of course. Well, one or two friends would be nice. I'm not
the most complete evil though. I might enjoy getting people
terrified but if they leave me alone then I won't do any more
than that to them as it would just be a waste of time and effort.

The only thing I am really warm towards is the Animals that I own.
Part of it is because of how well I can control them. I know I can
get exactly what I want from them without having to do things in
return like you would with humans. There is something else also.
They are probably the only things I can even try to empathize
and connect with. That is probably the reason I take as much
care as I can of the Animals that do all my dirty work for me.
I have after all given them the chance to do something I love so
much when I get the chance to. I have made it so they can fly
and soar up in the air that I can almost call my second home.

I need you to understand one big thing here. I don't want to try
and get along with these people around me that claim that they
understand me. Totenkinder said she understood and look
where that has led me to be.
Nobody there is worthy and they
haven't been around all these years so they don't have the
slightest idea. It is people who try and stuck their nose in where
they shouldn't that makes more angry than usual if that is even
possible. They are just so fake and so naive that if it wasn't so
annoying it might actually have become a laughable thing. No
doubt most of them think the best thing in life is looking good
and being in the popular crowd like someone I could name.


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STANDING HERE BUT YOU DON'T SEE ME
i'd give it all for that to change i'd give it all for that to change i'd give
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can you give me a little recap of your history?
You really seem to like delving in to things that you don't need
to hear. Why did I even agree to this interview thing anyway?
So, I was born in munchkinland and yes before you ask my skin
was green when I was born. There is little I can actually remember
about my really early years. I don't think I really want to think of
much of it anyway. One thing I can remember is a strange toy. I
don't know what it was but through it I could see things that others
couldn't. If only I could have seen what I would become. The
next thing I can remember well is meeting Nessa for the first time.
She was so different from me and it more than peaked my curiosity.
My younger sister was born without arms, most likely a side effect
of the strange medicine my mother had taken throughout pregnancy
to prevent her secondchild from being born with green skin like I was.

There wasn't really that much adventure for me when I went to
Shiz university. I didn't really meet many of the others there since
they all seemed to be extremely put off by me. Well, I can't blame
them really. When it came time to choose what we were to take
as specialist subjects I chose life sciences because it was always
something that interested me and it still does now to some degree.
During one of the summers I was helping one of the professors
with his research on Animals. I couldn't understand much of his
notes but what I could make out intrigued me. They were so
misunderstood and shunned by others and it made me feel like
I was connected with them with my bad experiences of people.

I knew my future lay in furthering the research that I had helped
with during my time at Shiz and coming to conclusions of my own.
I could have done it anywhere but I knew I would be safer in my
own family home. Most of the time I stayed in my own room that
I had turned into a place I could easily do my work. It was only me,
father and Nessa at home since Shell had moved away. I had also
started to take an interest in sorcery since it would help me further
my research and sent off for a course so that I could try and master
some basics. Of course it had nothing to do with the fact that father
had given Nessa a pair of beautifully decorated shoes that had been
enchanted by a sorceress so that she would be able to walk and
balance perfectly despite her lack of arms. I hated her for it. All my
father ever thought about was her and not me. I was never going
to be the favourite no matter how much I tried to please my father.
I took to ignoring her for a while but she seemed unfazed by it all
and still tried to connect with me. I shouldn't have tried to ignore
her in the first place.
In the end I decided it to be the lesser of
two evils and we started to grow closer to each other as sisters.

Eventually, I left home and set myself up in a fortress to the west
that had been abandoned recently. It was perfect for my needs
and I even found something useful among what had been left
behind. There was a book of magic. I couldn't read much of it
but what I could interpret helped me out greatly with my new
experiments. There were a lot of Monkeys around the west and
I was studying them to try and make it so they can fly. I finally
managed to get them to grow wings and they became flying
Monkeys. I found I could control them and get them to do
what I wanted them to do and they didn't seem to have a choice.

That was when that awful Dorothy made a horrible crash landing
in to my life. Nessa had been delivering some sort of speech when
a house landed right on top of her. She hadn't stood a chance
whatsoever against that and was instantly confirmed dead. The
munchkin that told me about it seemed extremely happy about
the whole thing until I gave him the most evil look I could muster.
I know that those darned shoes had given her way too much
confidence which led her to do things that had made her quite
hated around munchkinland but they could have shown a little
bit of respect at least. Surely they remembered she had family.
When I got to the scene and caught my first glimpse of Nessa's
murderer not long before she disappeared out of sight there was
only one thing that caught my eye. She was wearing my poor
sister's shoes. They rightfully belonged to me now and it looked
like I was going to have to get them from her. I managed to get
the truth out of one of the munchkins. It was Glinda, the good
witch of the North that had given my property to Dorothy Gale.

It was clear that the girl was heading for the Emerald city and I
would have to stop her before she reached there as it would be
harder to get to her within their confines. I tried scaring them
into turning back but they wouldn't. I tried sleeping potion but
all of a sudden snow started to fall as if by magic. Of course it
was magic and it could only have come from that Glinda. Stop
thinking about her already.
Her and her band of misfits
reached their destination and had even managed to get an
audience with the wizard himself. Through my lovely Monkey
I was able to get word of her next mission. The wizard wanted
me dead and Dorothy was to do the deed. I knew then I had to
disappear and I set my plan in place. It all came together and
the girl threw the bucket of water and I disappeared through
a trapdoor while appearing to melt away. It was so simple.

After leaving Oz behind I ended up at a strange looking house
in the middle of a forest. The woman there seemed friendly
and went by the name of Frau Totenkinder. That evil witch.
I explained my situation to her and she told me that she could
understand. Like hell she could! She too used the darker
side of magic so it was only natural we would bond with each
other. It was through her I became involved with working for
the sovereign. That was also when I was given the biggest
mission I would face. Don't say it. I was to kill Glinda.
Darn it. Now I have to think of that again. I could
remember everything she had done to stop me while I was
trying to reclaim my sister's shoes so I obliged and carried out
the mission. Glinda, the good witch of the North was dead.

That is what brings me to where I am now. I barely leave
this place I call home and I couldn't be happier with my
life making sure I am feared by those around me. But am
I really happy with it?
I don't ever have to pretend to be
anyone else to try and please people. Though I still wonder
who my true self is.
People rarely come to visit so my time
really isn't that eventful as it is just me and my Monkeys. A real
friend would probably be too much to ask after all that happened.


aw man. and let me in. got any dirty secrets?
Tell them. Nothing at all. Why would you even suggest such
a thing? Damn it Elphaba! Tell them! Alright! I can't take this
anymore without saying anything. The truth is that I haven't
been the same since I killed Glinda. Don't get me wrong, she
was most definitely a pain in my rear but in a way I did kind
of respect her power. Not only that but her life was the first
and only one I have taken. My mind won't stop replaying
the moment, especially in my dreams. It is worst in my
nightmares. The scene is there but it is different. Every time
my nightmares show it the one being killed is never Glinda.
It is her who does the killing this time with me as the victim.
I am scared to sleep in case I wake up screaming again.
It is giving me feelings I don't need. How can I feel sorry for
that pain of a witch? I am trying so hard to hide what has
been happening but my own body is starting to betray my
secrecy. The green skin I was born with has been starting
to peel off as you can tell and it shows a layer of skin under
it that is full of warmth. It doesn't work for me at all. All I
want to do is forget about all this and be myself again.
There you go. It feels so much better now, doesn't it?


mm juicy. well that's all for now! see you later?
Wait a minute. You think you are going somewhere now? No
way that is happening. You know way too much about me
that you shouldn't. I'm not going to kill you but I can at least
make sure you can't blab what you know to your friends. Then
and only then will I ever let you leave my sight. *cackles evily*


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FLOODED WITH ALL THIS PAIN KNOWING
that i'll never hold her like i did before the storm i'll never hold her
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the name is Toni. and i'm eighteen years old. i've been
roleplaying for 5
of those years. and i also play nobody else yet
here. and if you could even this whole thing out, that'd be great.


and this whole thing was created entirely by cakes from caution
she'll keeeel you if you steal this cause it took her ages to make. the
lyrics came from the lovely jonas brothers and their song before the
storm
, featuring miley cyrus.



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