The Drama of Airi

When I was writing my OC Airi I had no idea how big she would have gotten. People were drawing pictures of her on art-gram and talking to her on Facebook. I really got swept up in this character development (for myself) and I was okay until I wasn't.

I had started writing Airi's story both on Deviantart and through the role-playing community I had found myself in on Facebook in the year 2011. I had a friend in it named Marley who I had started talking to on the social media platform. She had this OC named Syn who had a sister, who's name escapes me, and these two characters were a lot like my characters in high school Roxy and Jake so I got to writing and entwined myself in Marley's world while creating one of my own for Airi.

It was like it was yesterday, in the role-play narration, well, inside of my head. What played out in Marley's world was lost due to a hack on Facebook that had me at a complete lost for words when I came too after a brief hospital visit in 2021, almost ten years later. In that hack, I lost more than just a conversation and role-play with a friend but a network of friends I had made a long side Marley and Morgan-another beautifully wonderful woman who role-played Usagi from Sailor Moon.

After I discovered the disaster on Facebook, eight years after abandoning the profile, I got to re-writing my memory of what transpired that faithful day I met Marley's Original Character:

The sun is setting over the green, flourishing hilltop a couple of hundred miles or so away, when the doorbell ring chimes from the kitchen up the stairwell and into Airi's room. She's sitting in front of her vanity, an old red teddy bear with a missing black button eye sits slumped over the distressed wood countertop that the vanity is resting on. Airi could hear her mother Kathleen, calling her name downstairs, probably to go and answer the door. She didn't hesitate; however, she dug her feet teddy bear socks into the hardwood beneath her and pulled away from the mirror.

Sitting on the chipped wood countertop sat a purple composition notebook that she had been writing in. Something she had done every day since returning from her semester of school and had been in practice with since she was a little girl.

I don't really remember what all happened in the role-play with Marley but it got my inspiration fired up and I quickly took to Google Docs and started writing a story. The first draft, ironically noted on my drive, called Airi Story Redo was about a little girl whose family moved from one world to another escaping the crazed lunatic man whose family wanted her dead. So basically, Airi's family went into hiding after Airi witnessed a couple of this lunatic's family's men behead her couisin in front of her and her brother as they hid under the kitchen sink, Airi who was only six at the time, watched as they took her cousin's head as a trophy and exited the house they distroyed.

As it was written down and for obvious reasons, her and her brother have both buried this moment deep so it would never see the light of day again, but occasionally because of this repressed fear, Airi can make an object move with her mind. By the time she was sixteen, ten years after her cousin's death and five years before meeting Marley's Original Character in the opening scene of her story, she had mastered the art and by the time of the opening of her story had learned to protect it from the surface world and all that was in it. Scared, not because of who would find her, but of what they'd do to her.

At the time I had written this down, I was more interested in telling the world who I was, because there was some confusion as to what my account on Facebook was. To my close friends whom I had made, role-playing in a narrative this was a role-playing account. To the man who didn't let go of me because we role-played an NSFW scene, this account had belonged to his girlfriend. And to me, the co-author of all of it, it had been an escape from my reality that was starting to make me uncomfortably sick.

If you've been following my time here on Vocal, you'd know that I just uploaded a three-part chapter to the website, introducing my experience with the Craft. Something I've always been wary of since I was a little girl learning about seering. But something I utilized to make me aware after experiencing a carotid artery stroke. The events that transpired inside of the hospital in 2021 having a direct connection to both what I had abandoned in 2016 and what happened after getting pregnant and COVID in 2021.