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 Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 9:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 9:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 9:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 7:36 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 7:23 pm
Emerwyn would find a note on her doorstep - written on the back of lined paper with scribbled-over writing on the front. The handwriting was spidery and shaky...and familiar. Quote: To Alice's Sister - Those who have been forgotten clearly have something on their minds. If you can remember your way without the Cat as your guide, come find him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 7:34 pm
Emerwyn returned home that day in high spirits. A strange anticipation was flooding through her. Like this time would be defining for her for the rest of her life.
Her papers were clutched in one arm as she reached for the doorknob. A hoof stepped on the doorstep as the door creaked open. It crunched on something. A loose paper.
She looked down, and picked it up curiously. Had she dropped one of her notations?
Her eyes widened before she even got to read the paper. Her throat locked up before she could even gasp, and the papers spilled out of her arm, fluttering over the floor and down the stairs.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 7:46 pm
Reserved for post of many updates
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 7:53 pm
Continued from Jungle here: ]http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=121&t=1140393#84609123"Pricking?" Lucas followed Emerwyn back to her duplex. At first he didn't feel at all bothered entering a woman's home, but as he stood there in the middle of the room, he fidgeted. He tried to pretend he was in his own duplex, but it was impossible. Even if the rooms were built exactly the same, there were Emerwyn's personal touches. The mostly noticeable difference, though, was the smell. Since his change his sense of smell had increased. This room did not smell like his. He glanced at Reuben who was sitting happily on the floor beside him. He could only pray the dog behaved here.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:00 pm
Emerwyn flashed a smile to Lucase before moving into the room, picking up scattered papers and stacking them neatly onto the nightstand. Off to the side on her bed was a pile of messy papers, all clipped together, topped with a photograph.
There were photographs and paper scraps on the wall about her bed. The papers all held snippets of poems. One was a completed epic that trailed the length of her bed.
"Here we are," she said, finally recovering a pad of fresh paper from her bedside drawer. "Please, have a seat, and we will begin. Or, I can get you a drink. Some tea, perhaps?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:07 pm
Lucas returned the smile, though she probably missed it. He glanced at the papers curiously, but he would not allow himself to read them. He did look over the photographs nearby.
When Emerwyn spoke the young man looked around for a place to sit. At the mention of tea he looked up and smiled. "I'm fine, but if you want tea I'll join you." He then turned back to his search for a seat. Finally he gave up and sunk to the floor. Hopefully his hostess would not mind sitting on the floor.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:16 pm
The photographs contained only one or two of Emerwyn herself.
Most of them all featured the same five people. A bearded man with a cane, a tall woman with a strong face, an equally short young woman with a cheerful face, a boy who clung to the bearded man, and a handsome young man with brown-blonde hair, the most common photo subject. All of the photos with Emerwyn also featured this man.
Emerwyn thought nothing of sitting on the floor. She had gotten rid of her chair. She set up the tea, and joined Lucas on the floor with her paper and pens.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:24 pm
Looking over the young man in the pictures, Lucas wondered if this was Jerrick. He would have inquired about the people in the photos, but decided to stay on track. He wanted to work on this letter first.
He stared at the stationary for a moment, noting Emerwyn's hands. Could she still write? Should he offer? As he usually did when he thought, especially when he was uncomfortable or nervous, he tried once again to chew on his cheek. Rubbing his cheek, which now had a second fang wound on it, he spoke. "How should we start? I don't think 'how are you' is the best opener." It was a lame attempt at a joke, but he had to say something.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:30 pm
She smiled all the same. "No, no, probably not. But I think we should start by handing you the pen. I can still write, but it is difficult, and often I am the only one who can read the following result." She passed the paper to Lucas, then got up to pour the tea.
"Tell me, out loud," she said as she did this. "Without writing. How do you feel when you think about Emelyn? And remember," she handed Lucas a steaming cup, then she sat herself back down. "You are not telling Emelyn. You are telling Emerwyn."
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:42 pm
He accepted the paper and set it on his lap. The pen he kept in his hand and fidgeted with absent-mindedly while Emerwyn poured the tea. When she posed the question, the fidgeting stopped and his mind went blank. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. "How I feel about Emelyn?" The pen fidgeting started again. The discomfort level had just reached new heights.
Talking about feelings? To a girl? About another girl? He wasn't sure how he felt about her. "Uh, well...Um. I just met her recently. I mean, I haven't known her as long as you. She's a friend. I know her better than I know a lot of the other people on the Island. She, uh..." He took a sip of his tea. He knew those weren't actually feelings, but this wasn't easy.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:59 pm
She sipped her tea. "You are doing fine.
Now, it is my turn.
I met Emelyn many months ago. I was sick, severely ill. Emelyn had taken me to see the Doctor. Of course, I did not think this was the best thing, since I did, and still do not trust him with my life in any matter.
However, since then I had viewed Emelyn as one of the closest things I have had to a family in a long time."
She paused for Lucas to speak.
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