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discedo_logs2009-01-05 03:52 pm
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pilot_princess, Shinji prodigal_axe, and Ty Lee beatsupboys
Where: Horton 310
When: Jan 5th
Rating: PG for language?
Summary: Shinji brings Ty Lee over to Anemone's place. Everyone's got issues in this damn place.
the log: So it wasn't a snake. Actually, it was a scarf, probably dropped by whoever came in with the rugs. Shinji had stayed long enough to let her know that before hurrying off again to who knows where for something she hadn't been listening to. He'd be back in a short while. It didn't matter much, anyway.
Today was probably going to be the same as the past few days, only with an ounce more sanity. Anemone had slept extremely well for how she had been lately, despite being just on the floor, and even though she still felt confused and depressed, she wasn't feeling as lost. She knew this was Discedo, and that there were rugs on her floor and that Dominic wasn't here anymore Dewey never was, and Gulliver was curled up sleeping next to her. That just meant she was alone again, besides her strange dog and everyone who kept butting in to care for her.
Why they cared was something she just didn't understand. When she was at Dewey's, his little Ageha brats used to mock her, and the soldiers called her bratty. Even Dewey had been the one to send her on her last mission without so much as a second thought. Dominic had been the only one who really cared... so when the rest of these people just so happened to worry, none of it was clear. Sorata had told her not to worry too much until she could think straighter, but she couldn't help it. She just wanted to understand something right now.
Tugging the blanket over her head, she wiggled her way next to Gulliver. These rugs felt nice; the floor wasn't as cold and they were soft. She made a note to thank whoever brought them to her, once she figured out who. But until then, curling up and sleeping would be nice. So she made a notion to do just that. Whoever was coming in could just let themselves in, again, since she would be making no moves to stop them.
pilot_princess, Shinji prodigal_axe, and Ty Lee beatsupboysWhere: Horton 310
When: Jan 5th
Rating: PG for language?
Summary: Shinji brings Ty Lee over to Anemone's place. Everyone's got issues in this damn place.
the log: So it wasn't a snake. Actually, it was a scarf, probably dropped by whoever came in with the rugs. Shinji had stayed long enough to let her know that before hurrying off again to who knows where for something she hadn't been listening to. He'd be back in a short while. It didn't matter much, anyway.
Today was probably going to be the same as the past few days, only with an ounce more sanity. Anemone had slept extremely well for how she had been lately, despite being just on the floor, and even though she still felt confused and depressed, she wasn't feeling as lost. She knew this was Discedo, and that there were rugs on her floor and that Dominic wasn't here anymore Dewey never was, and Gulliver was curled up sleeping next to her. That just meant she was alone again, besides her strange dog and everyone who kept butting in to care for her.
Why they cared was something she just didn't understand. When she was at Dewey's, his little Ageha brats used to mock her, and the soldiers called her bratty. Even Dewey had been the one to send her on her last mission without so much as a second thought. Dominic had been the only one who really cared... so when the rest of these people just so happened to worry, none of it was clear. Sorata had told her not to worry too much until she could think straighter, but she couldn't help it. She just wanted to understand something right now.
Tugging the blanket over her head, she wiggled her way next to Gulliver. These rugs felt nice; the floor wasn't as cold and they were soft. She made a note to thank whoever brought them to her, once she figured out who. But until then, curling up and sleeping would be nice. So she made a notion to do just that. Whoever was coming in could just let themselves in, again, since she would be making no moves to stop them.