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 Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 5:27 am
..::introduction::..
This RP-style journal belongs to Genevieve Dulac (RP-ed by Princess_Feylin), describing her adventures with the orb-born companion, Dragul, given to her by Jareth, the Goblin King. Aside from Feylin: I really don't care if other people post in here, just be willing to delete it if I request it.
..::contained therein::..
+ introduction, contents
+ pet statistics
+ owner statistics
+ other characters
+ interactions, acquaintances
+ journal log
+ extras
+ announcements
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 5:40 am
..::pet statistics::..
Name: Dragul
Stage: Courtesaun
Type: Goblin
Owner: Genevieve Dulac
Appearance:
Previous Stages: corsea|undera|orb
Notes:
Dragul has a speech impediment caused by her pronounced foreteeth, and so she speaks very carefully and slowly, but when she gets excited she forgets and then it becomes apparent.
Dragul prefers to eat non-foods, especially batteries and buttons.
She has rune-like markings on the back of her right hand which are the same color as her hair which can't be seen in the image of her Corsea stage, but are visible on her Undera form.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 6:17 am
..: surprised wner statistics::..
Name: Genevieve Avril Dulac (pronounced ZHAWN-vee-ehv Doo-LAHK)
Birthday: April 16, 1988
Biography: Genevieve was always intelligent and motivated. Throughout grade school she worked harder than most, but she was still a normal kid. Things were fine through middle school, but when she got into high school her mother got sick with cancer and at the same time her best friend left the geek track and became popular. She had no choice but to continue to study hard and hope for a scholarship if she wanted to go to college, because her mother's illness made it quite impossible for her to afford school in any other way. She also got a job almost as soon as her mother got sick to help defray the costs of the medical fees. Even with these measures, they were forced to sell the house she had grown up in and move to a less savory part of town. She worked and studied her way through high school, taking as many shifts as she could while maintaining her GPA. So, when the letter came from Yale that said she'd been accepted, but that she wouldn't receive a full scholarship she knew that she couldn't go to college. She simply couldn't afford it. She was deeply unhappy, but she had no other recourse but to work more shifts at the diner where she was employed to try to supplement the income she no longer had from her mother working. Her mother was living in the hospital full-time. It was during what should have been her fall semester at Yale that she received her orb.
Appearance:
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 6:19 am
..: surprised ther characters::..
Name: Andrew Michael Gaines
Birthday: July 5, 1988
Biography: Andrew was born in Chicago and moved when he was seven years old. He absolutely hated his new home until he met Genevieve, beacuse he was certain that he had moved to Planet Cretis, home of the Cretins. Genevieve was intelligent, though, and she was his sanity at first. Until he met her he had been in trouble in school and at home and his parents were seriously considering sending him back to Chicago to live with one of his friends. The two became very close friends and it often seemed that it was them against the world, as the rest of the world rarely seemed able to understand them. Then, when they were in eighth grade, Genevieve's mother got sick and Andrew couldn't bring himself to be around either of them anymore because he felt helpless, so in high school he befriended the popular people who were suddenly eager to be his friends because he was now handsome without his glasses and he no longer palled around with that odd girl Genevieve. Though he was one of the popular people and there could be no one higher in terms of social standing than he was, Andrew continued to yearn, impossibly, for the sort of friendship he had enjoyed with Genevieve, who had written him off, to all appearances, once he became popular. He missed sitting around debating the merits of the new Star Wars trilogy or whether Harry Potter was better than Lord of the Rings or discussing what Christopher Paolini had ripped off from other, better, writers. But he perceived that a line had been crossed which he could not cross again in the other direction. So he graduated Valedictorian, which was an honor he knew truly belonged to Genevieve, because she had earned her grades legitmately, unlike himself, and he went to Yale, the school he knew Genevieve had applied and been accepted to. He didn't know that she had not decided to attend, however, until he got there and realized she wasn't there. Then he devoted himself to getting kicked out of school so that he would have an excuse to come home and enroll in a community college and be closer to Genevieve, whom he had developed a terrible crush on which had not faded with absence and the distractions he had hoped college would provide him.
Appearance:
Name: Ophelia Gardiner Dulac
Birthday: February 24, 1964
Biography: coming
Appearance: coming
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 6:22 am
..::interactions::..
The goal with this is for me to keep it in chronological order, so that what goes on is listed in the same sequence in which it happens for Genevieve and Dragul. For that reason, the order may change sometimes. Be flexible.
..::corsea::..
1 - Math Lessons
2 - A night at the beach
..::undera::..
1 - Jello
2 - Restaurant
3 - Why People Need Washing Machines
4 - Under WHERE?..::acquaintances::..
Well, I'm not sure what I'll be doing with the acquaintances bit here, but I'll think of something. I know the division of acquaintances is odd, but keep in mind that courtiers don't necessarily have companions and not all companions are human, so I can't simply say that they're human. If I can remember, I'll try to include races.
..::Underground creatures::..
Dragul - goblin
Merethist - cherryblossom phantom
Dyvim Tvar - dragon
Atticus - spectre
Raeli - spirit fairy
Lysander - seelie fae
Vikirnoff - demon
Alexander - unknown/carpathian
..::non-Underground creatures::..
Genevieve Dulac - human, orb owner (Dragul)
Ophelia Dulac - human
Andrew Gaines - human
Jay Merlin - human, orb owner (Merethist)
Raven Dhion - human(?), orb owner (Dyvim Tvar)
Denny Miller - human
Finch Rosewood - vampire, orb owner (Raeli)
Lore - human, orb owner (Lysander)
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 7:13 am
..::journal log::..
..::corsea::..
22 entries, [complete]
- Dragul ages
- Math lesson with Finch and Raeli
- Dragul experiences difficulties
- Genevieve has her day
- The morning after the night before
- Dragul is surprised
- Genevieve and Dragul have The Talk
- Genevieve has a good day at work
- Payday
- Genevieve and Dragul go to the beach
- Andrew deciphers legalese
- Genevieve and Dragul have a tiff
- Dragul goes to the movies alone
- Genevieve reminisces
- Dragul does a bad thing
- Andrew tries to help
- Genevieve is taken to the police station
- Genevieve is questioned, arrested, and imprisoned
- Dragul turns herself in
- Genevieve suffers guilt
- Dragul is studied
- Dragul grows and escapes
..::undera::..
17 entries, [complete]
- Dragul emerges
- Andrew becomes a second shadow
- Genevieve and Dragul meet Jay and Merethist
- Genevieve and Dragul runs into several orb owners in a restaurant
- Genevieve gets mugged
- Genevieve gets fired
- Genevieve fights with her mother's doctor
- Genevieve gets out of the hospital
- Genevieve spends some quality time with Andrew
- Genevieve's relationship with Andrew changes
- Genevieve cleans house
- Andrew disappoints and Genevieve does laundry
- Genevieve and Dragul meet Finch and Raeli
- Dragul kills a mouse
- Genevieve's luck changes
- Andrew visits briefly
- Genevieve dreams?
..: surprised rb::..
11 entries, [complete]
- Genevieve receives her orb
- Genevieve goes to work
- Genevieve gets stuck with an unexpected shift
- Genevieve's orb is stolen
- Genevieve encounters Andrew
- Genevieve's mother goes in for surgery and Genevieve talks to Andrew
- Genevieve has a temper tantrum
- Genevieve returns to the hospital
- Genevieve eats leftovers with Andrwe
- Genevieve embarrasses herself
- Geneveive's orb hatches
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 7:21 am
..::extras::..
I finally got around to finding floorplans for the house Genevieve and Dragul live in. Here they are:
Because Dragul will eventually move on to the next stage in her growth and I change the way I post every time she does, I have decided that what will change next will be the posting color. I just haven't decided what color it will be. The choices are as follows:Lime
Lawngreen
Chartreuse
Springgreen
Seagreen
Mediumseagreen
Teal Please cast your vote in the poll at the top of the page.
Note: Having received one third of the votes, seagreen is the winner. All subsequent posts made while Dragul is an Undera will be made in that color. Thank you for your participation.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 7:22 am
..::announcements::..
02.08.2007 - My major changed again. For the second time since I was accepted into college.
27.07.2007 - Floor plans added for Genevieve's house.
26.07.2007 - Must hurry and finish journal entries because of `Chai and Sho absences to come.
23.07.2007 - Just remembered to mention that a profile has been added for Andrew.
13.07.2007 - New Acquaintances section added.
09.07.2007 - I have to change over all my posts to the new addresses for the pictures. Lots of work here.
05.07.2007 - A color has been chosen for Corsea-stage posting: Seagreen!
04.07.2007 - Dragul grew!
29.06.2007 - The poll has been changed, and it's actually important, so please cast your vote.
28.06.2007 - This journal is now, officially, off hold, because I am a genius and have made a Placeholder Post.
25.06.2007 - The book cart drill team for which I am choreographer placed third in the world competition in Washington, DC this Sunday.
21.06.2007 - Genevieve's journal is temporarily on hold pending completion of current RPs
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 7:50 am
 Genevieve re-read the Goblin King's missive.
"A goblin orb?" she read softly aloud.
It was hardly what she had hoped for, but it was certainly more than she had expected. There was no reason for her to feel the stabbing disappointment which she felt, but she felt it anyway.
It wasn't exactly the immediate wish fulfillment one usually received from magical benefactors, certainly. Nevertheless, she was fortunate that King Jareth had seen fit to grant her anything at all. After all, her problem was such a trifling one, when compared with the vastness of the strife in the world. How often did people cite boredom as a major catastrophe? Never.
She couldn't help being bored though. Her job at the diner was, to say the least, unfulfilling, and she lived in Durem, which was far less interesting than people credited it with being, as she had her entire life. All nineteen years of it.
And she was never going to get out.
She had thought she would be able to escape to college, at least, but then her mum's remission had ended abruptly and she couldn't leave, since she had to stay at home and care for her mum and work.
She knew, now that she'd never go to college, and she'd never see her dreams realized, but she didn't hold that against her mother, but she still wished, fervently and frequently, for something to change that would free her which didn't involve her mother dying.
Returning her attention to the note from the fabled Goblin King, she put it down briefly to pry her vanity mirror out, that she might put the letter there for safekeeping along with the pictures of University of Toronto, a drawing her best friend had given her for her eighteenth birthday, and a photograph of someone who didn't know she existed. Her dreams and treasures.
Having removed the mirror, she turned to reach for the Goblin King's letter, but it was gone. In its place was a crystalline orb with dark colors swirling inside it.
Handling the thing with care she transported it to her bedside table, where she displaced a spherical paperweight and put the orb in the paperweight's stand. It wasn't an ideal home for the lovely thing, but it would do until she could think of something more permanent.
At once, she remembered her manners.
"Thank you," she whispered.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 7:52 am
The next morning, Genevieve woke early and dug through her closet until she found what she was looking for: a small drawstring bag made of dark green velvet. She slid the orb into the bag and pulled it tight, and then she got dressed in her uniform for work, slipping the orb's satchel into the built-in apron's large pockets.
It wasn't a long walk to the diner, and so she walked every morning. Usually, the walk gave her time to reflect on how much she hated this town and being in it, but today she had other things to think about: the goblin orb King Jareth had given her.
She had no idea how to care for it, when it...hatched? Or would it remain a pretty piece of crystal forever? She really didn't know anything about it, save that the Goblin King had given it to her and said that it would, somehow, help her.
"Okay, then," she muttered, putting her hand over the pocket where she was keeping the orb in its bag.
So distracted by her thoughts of the orb and he who had granted it to her was she, that she didn't realize she had arrived at the diner until the proprietor opened the door and asked, "Do you want an engraved invitation?"
Embarrassed, she darted into the diner and went immediately to work.
She hated it. She was so consumed with hatred for this place, and the people in it, that she forgot all about the orb in her pocket.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 7:54 am
Genevieve left work, her hand held over the pocket where she had kept her orb all day. She had touched her hand to the pocket whenever she came particularly close to killing a customer or a co-worker. It had helped a little, the thought of the green-swirled crystal which had been given her by someone more important than any of the imbeciles in her town would ever come within five continents of.
"Hey, Genevieve," her boss called after her, pronouncing her name incorrectly as Jen-ih-veev. "You're on from midnight to six. Don't forget."
"But, Bill - " she tried to protest. She hadn't agreed to that.
"You want this job? Show up. You don't. Don't. I don't care. There are five other people who want your job, who are younger, easier to work with, and willing to work for less."
Genevieve bit her tongue and counted to three before answering, "Okay, Bill."
It wasn't like she'd be missing visiting hours, anyway.
She walked home in a blue funk. There was barely any point in changing out of her uniform, except that she needed to shower after working in the smoke-filled diner all day. She couldn't stand the smell of her uniform after a day's work.
As she undressed and showered, she found herself absently hoping that the scent of the diner hadn't managed to permeate and affect her orb.
Clean and dry, she pulled on a short terry cloth robe and caught a few hours of sleep, all the sleep she'd likely get that day, before getting back into her hated uniform and leaving once more for the diner.
She made certain the the orb was securely in her pocket before she went into the diner while she took several breaths of fresh air. The last fresh air she'd breathe for the next six hours.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 7:57 am
Her second shift wasn't as bad as it could have been, but the trucker patronnage was particularly high that evening, and, being that it was so early in the morning, they were either too jumped-up on caffeine or too tired from a lack of it to have any grasp of propriety. She had long-since learned to ignore their advances, and they weren't in any state to make good, but she was still exhausted from dealing with them.
She left, exhausted, as the sun rose, sighing over the coffee stain that was spreading over her the pink and white checked fabric of her blouse. As she left, Genevieve half-expected Paul, the night manager, to call after her out the door and assign to her more hours which she hadn't agreed to work, but he didn't.
Instead, something less-pleasant and more un-looked for occurred.
She tripped, and, in sending herself sprawling, sent the velvet sack holding her orb flying across the oil-slicked pavement of the parking lot.
Genevieve watched helplessly as someone silhouetted by the rising sun bent to pick up her purse. She couldn't even make out his profile, as he had poet-length hair which, in silhouette, hid even that. All she could tell was that the thief was male.
That, and that he was walking away with her orb.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 8:01 am
With sudden determination, Genevieve pushed herself up and climbed to her feet and went after the thief. There was no way she was going to let someone steal the one thing in her life which wasn't trying to maker her miserable. Yet, for all that he never changed his pace, she was hard put to keep pace with his long-legged strides. Her regulation heels were killing her, forcing her to slow her pace from a running pace to a jogging pace, which didn't cause her to come down on her heels.
"Hey, stop!" she called as he crossed a street against the light.
He actually did stop and she followed him across, also against the light. At six twenty in the morning, there was very little traffic in town.
He stopped, but he didn't turn.
"That's mine," she said to his back. "I'd really appreciate it if you'd return it."
There were no local thieves. She was gambling on that. He was probably some stupid high school kid, though what he would be doing up at six in the morning and hanging around a diner was beyond her.
He turned around and, now that the sun shone on his face, she recognized him and her voice caught in her throat.
"Andrew," she choked out.
He wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be at college. Where, for that matter, she was supposed to have been, were it not for her mother.
"'Morning, Genevieve. Sorry. I didn't realize I was stealing anything." He smiled good-naturedly and handed the velvet baglet back to her.
His smile was as warm and heart-melting as it had been since he was fourteen, when he got his braces off. She remembered, before that, when he had been her best friend and when he had been a snaggle-toothed nobody.
She didn't hold it against him that he had become popular and gone on to be somebody, even though he hadn't been able to make his popularity stick to her. Some people just weren't cut out to be happy.
"So, what's in the bag, that you chased me five blocks to get it back?"
"Huh? Oh. A gift from the...Just a gift."
Sure. Tell him the Goblin King gave you a goblin orb. Then he'll be really glad that you don't talk anymore, she thought viciously to herself.
"From a secret admirer?"
"Not exactly."
She hated how inarticulate he rendered her. Ordinarily, she could talk circles around anyone. Could, and, in the past, did. She was the star of the school debate team in high school.
"Can I see it?"
"Uh...I guess."
Genevieve was about to reach into the bag to get the orb when she looked at her own hands, covered in oil from her fall in the parking lot. She winced and said, "Maybe not. I'm filthy. Work."
"I'm sorry," Andrew said.
As if you've got anything to be sorry about. Is it your fault that my mother's cancer returned? No. Is it your fault that I can't go to college? No. Is it your fault that I'm working at a disgusting diner? No, she thought. Aloud she said, "It's not your fault."
"I guess it isn't. Well, I'll see you, then. I've got to get home before Dad notices I'm out."
"Oh. Sure," Genevieve said softly, feeling oddly disappointed.
"Bye." He jogged off, his hands in his pockets and his hair bouncing as he ran.
"Bye," she called lamely after him.
She was surprised when he turned and waved before continuing on.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 8:11 am
Genevieve, feeling ridiculously disappointed by the way that her unexpected encounter with Andrew had gone, walked home morosely. When she got there, the message light was blinking on the answering machine.
As she stripped off her soiled uniform and put it in a basket to take to the laundromat she listened to the disturbing message:
This message is for Miss Genevieve Ducat. This is Under County General Hospital. Your mother, Mrs. Ophelia Ducat's most recent MRI has shown a sudden spread in her cancer, and will undergo surgery at seven o'clock this morning. Thank you.
Genevieve was numb for several minutes and incapable of thought or action. The cancer had spread? How could it have? There wasn't much left to her mother which wasn't yet infected.
Just as she shook off her lethargy and dressed in normal clothing the phone rang. She sprang across the room to answer it, thinking it might be the hospital.
"Hello?" she said, pulling her sloppy sweater back onto her shoulder.
"Hey, is this Genevieve?" Andrew asked.
"Yeah, but - "
"Great. I was afraid I might've remembered the wrong number. So, I was wondering - "
Why now?! Genevieve thought in frustration.
"Andrew. This is a really bad time. I just got a call from the hospital, and my mom's - "
"Oh, God. Is she okay? I'll meet you there."
"I don't think that's a good idea...Andrew!" He had hung up.
Her fuming indignation kept her mind off her mother until she reached the hospital. The nurses, accustomed to seeing her at odd hours, admitted her, directing her to where her mother was being prepped for surgery.
"Hey, Hon," her mother greeted her, smiling up at her from the rolling hospital bed.
"Hey. Are you...in pain?"
"No. That's the funny thing. Usually I notice the cancer before they do. This time, I had no idea. Funny, huh?"
"Yeah," Genevieve said weakly. "Funny. Mum - "
"Hon, don't worry. The doctor's say it's not serious this time. Right?" she said, looking at the nearest doctor, who nodded distractedly.
"That's great."
"Miss, I'll have to ask you to leave," an aide said, not unkindly.
"Okay. Mum, I'll be waiting outside when you're done."
"I'll see you then."
Genevieve let herself be shoo-ed from the room and collapsed into one of the hospital chairs which she hated so much. They were covered with fabrics which could be wiped clean, in case of spills, spurts, and any other sort of mess which might happen on them. They were also an indescribable color between grey and green which hit every color in the spectrum One could never tell whether they were supposed to be that way, or if they had been stained that way.
"There you are."
She looked up wearily and into Andrew's brown eyes.
"Here I am," she agreed.
"So, what's wrong?"
Where do you want me to start? she thought uncharitably, and almost answered that way before catching herself. This was hardly Andrew's fault. He was just another complicating factor.
"They found more cancer in my mum. What're you doing here? Haven't you a pre-law to earn?"
"Hmm. About that..." he said, sitting down beside her.
"What?"
"Apparently, I'm not cut out for the whole college thing."
"What?! Andrew, you're a genius. You got a full scholarship to three different colleges, and a partial to Yale."
He chuckled, smiling lopsidedly. "Sure. But, you know, we don't exactly see eye to eye, the university and I."
She looked at him in surprise. She would have thought that he and University would be a perfect match.
"What do you - "
"They're accusing me of plaguarism. And, until the hearing, I'm on suspension."
Genevieve gaped stupidly. She couldn't find words. Andrew wasn't a paragon of virtue, but he wasn't a thief either, nor a cheat.
"Yeah. You don't have to look at me like that. It happens all the time."
Finally, Genevieve asked, "Did you? Copy someone else's work?"
"That's what the board's going to have to decide."
"But did you?"
He wouldn't meet her eyes. "Let's talk about something else. I see you're still carrying that gift around, which you claim isn't from a secret admirer."
For whatever reason, his admission to plaguarism had irritated her irrationally, and she wasn't in the mood for his teasing.
"You know, Andrew, not all of us live the sort of life where we can have secret admirers. And those of us who don't would really appreciate it if those who screw up their chances at college wouldn't remind us of it."
With that, she stalked off to the ladies' where he couldn't follow her. After a safe amount of time, she slipped out and fled home. At home, she lay down on her bed and collapsed in sobs.
Life was so unfair!
She was so wrapped up in her self-pity that she didn't notice the change in her orb.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 8:14 am
Genevieve fell asleep crying, and woke up a few hours later with a damp pillow. Removing her face from the wet fabric of her pillowcase, she saw that her room was illuminated by an unusual light which seemed to be emanating from the Goblin King's orb.
"What in the hells...?" she whispered in awe as the orb's strange form of illumination began to pulse, as though acquiring a heartbeat.
A part of her wanted to take the orb in her hands and hold it throughout this odd occurance, but the more prudent part told her to let it be. Not in any sort of mood for prudence, Genevieve cupped the orb in her hands and held it close to her, under her chin, like a child protecting a favorite toy.
She wondered what was happening, that the orb was behaving this way. Perhaps it was answering her wishes or something, but she doubted that. If it were, the hospital would have called and said that her mother would be all right, that the cancer was gone, and then Yale would call and offer her a place and a full scholarship, and then Andrew would call and tell her that he had been joshing with her, and...other things.
Oh, please, she thought fervently. Please.
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, so much so that her face ached. Even through her eyelids, though, she could tell when the orb stopped emitting light and returned to normal.
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes to see that the orb was unchanged. Everything else was unchanged, too, she saw as she looked around the house and checked the phone messages - a habit since her mother had been admitted to the hospital on a permanent basis.
"What good are you?" she hissed angrily at the orb. "I don't know why I let myself get my hopes up. There's nothing a piece of crystal from a fantasy king can do to help me. I'm probably hallucinating, and the past day's been a dream."
Taken by a sudden wave of fury, she hurled the orb away from her, not bothering to see where it landed, and stormed out of the house, barely taking time to grab her mutilated Bible.
When her mother first got sick, she had read the Bible cover to cover three times, hoping that becoming devout would help, but after a year of nothing, she had taken to doing other things with the Bible. For each day her mother didn't get better, she tore out a page, rolled it into a taper, set it alight, and dropped it into the river which ran behind the high school. For every day her mother's condition worsened noticeably, she tore out five pages.
She was almost through the book.
In a blind rage of pain, she ran to the stream behind the high school - Deer Run - and threw the tome to the shore, its pages fanning out as it flew through the air. Then she casually flicked a match onto its pages.
"So punish me!" she cried to the heavens. "I'm desecrating the Holy Bible! Punish me! Prove to me that you exist: smite me for my blasphemy."
She waited while the book burned at her feet.
"Fine. I don't believe in you anymore," she said bitterly. Then she added, more softly, "And I don't believe in you, either, Jareth, King of the Goblins. You can't help me. No one can."
She settled back in the crotch of a tree to watch the small fire, adding twigs and leaves whenever it started to die down.
"I don't need any of you."
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