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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 6:05 pm
Cannibalistic Dreaming?Quote: You have a dream. In this dream you're not yourself. You could be anywhere -- sitting in class. Sitting in your room. Doing the things you like. All you know is that suddenly in this boring, day-to-day, dull dream you suddenly change. It starts as a longing, a gnawing hunger deep in your gut. You haven't eaten. You're so hungry. Maybe you look around for food -- a candy bar in your bag or your desk, a sandwich you left somewhere, even a water bottle to get something into your system. None of it suffices. You're hungry. You're so hungry. You can't bear how hungry you are. You're in pain, you're so hungry. You stumble around in a fog -- suddenly out of your bedroom or your classroom, dreams are like that. Suddenly you're somewhere else. And there's someone in front of you. You know them, it's a classmate -- -- and you're so hungry. You're so desperately, panic-strickenly hungry. You grab them. They're slow. They smell as delicious as Bella Swan to Edward Cullen after a long period of not vegetarianly eating a wolf the author of this never worked out how that worked, so if you're Frankie Del Rockham you accept this with delight. You're so hungry. They smell so good. The biting's easy, and suddenly your teeth are teeth that rip and shred rather than blunt teeth that can only make ragged, unsophisticated holes -- and the blood's so good and the flesh is so sweet, and so is their screaming. You wake up starving, unfinished and unsatisfied. You're so hungry.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 6:07 pm
Avalon awoke with a jolt and peered at her clock.... 4:14am. That was one of the creepiest, if not the creepiest, dreams that she had ever had! Oddly enough it was almost enjoyable too. She could not quite remember which student she grabbed... as dream memories tended to elude her upon waking... but she definitely remembered taking a bite out of their flesh and enjoying it? Yuck!
Avvie chalked the whole ordeal up to watching too many horror movies, but when had been the last time she sat and watched one of those? She had been sitting in the common room a few days ago and a couple of the Barren Pine boys were watching some poorly made, probably an oldie, horror movie, but Avalon really hadn't paid any attention to it. Would that have prompted the grotesque dream? Avalon did not think so.
All this thinking was keeping her hunger up, so she crawled out of bed, still in her pajamas; a pair of blue and aqua stripped fleece pants and a aqua tank top with a silver fish printed on it. She grabbed her grey Barren Pines sweatshirt from off a hook on her door and put it on, covering her bare arms. Then she stepped into the hall.
It was filled with a lot of the other students, which had the teenager confused. It was much too early for everyone else to be up! But, Avvie paid no heed and waltzed over to the kitchen area. She needed food and fast, before her stomach exploded.
She cooked herself up a steamy bowl of spicy beef Ramen. That would have to suffice. As abundant as human flesh was at the moment, cannibalism was frowned on in most societies, and Avvie was sure that it was definitely frowned on here...
After her Ramen, which she ate seated on the counter, Avalon returned to her room to make a quick journal entry before she lost her dream completely.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 6:09 pm
Dionaea Ebola Plant?Quote: ATTENTION STUDENTS IN EBOLA HOUSE:A small potted plant has been... delivered... to each of your dorm rooms since the last time you were out. Stuck into the dirt and mulch inside the terra cotta pot is a little stick labeled 'Dionaea Ebola'. The plant itself has only a single flowerbud, and looks very sickly and withered. In fact, just by looking, you're sure that if you don't do something, it's going to die on you before the week is out! But, strangely, no instructions have been included as to what to do with the plant or how to nurse it back to health. And there's nothing to say you can't just toss it in the trash or pawn it off to a fellow student. Choose wisely...? (( Please post a minimum 1 sentence post in your journal, letting the RP managers know what your character has decided to do. You are welcome and encouraged to RP or solo with it beyond this, though. ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 6:12 pm
Quote: Sunday- I found this odd plant in my dorm room this morning. It was sitting right on my desk and I did not put it there! Someone sneaked into my room, I am going to have to go and talk to one of the teachers about this. The plant has a name, Dionaea Ebola. It is kind of ironic, me being in the Ebola class house. It makes me wonder if it was a teacher... but I am sure it was some hooligan. Dina, that is what I named my new plant, the hooligan did not want it, I might as well adopt it, maybe it will be a pretty plant. Dina is a tad withered. I am not sure what to give a plant to keep it alive and healthy. I killed my Marigolds for Mother's Day back in elementary school. Can I keep this Dionaea Ebola plant alive? I have never heard of it before. I will need to do some research... actually that is what I will do, right now!... I will amend this entry as soon as I know something exciting about my new plant. ... Avvie
Avvie snapped the book shut and peered over at the plant which she had set on her windowsill. It sat there, withered as ever. What do I do with it? .... Water, Sunlight, Love. That is what Mom had told her that time she destroyed the Mother's Day Marigolds. That did not seem too difficult now that she was fourteen and not eight.
Avvie nixed the research and set out for the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. She returned directly to her room.
"Sunlight... check." The plant was on the windowsill, it would get sun.
"Water..." Avalon poured the glass into the soil until it was moist, but not puddling. "Check."
"Love?" Avvie scratched her head, "How do I love a plant?"
Avalon smiled, she walked from her window to her desk and opened the bottom drawer. Inside, snuggled against deep blue satin, sat many of the teenagers smaller statues. She pulled from the depths of the drawer a cherry colored, heart shaped figure. It was just a boring heart. Avvie had made an abundance of them for Valentine's Day years back.
She took the heart stone and placed it into the potted plant, nestling it so that the top was flush with the top of the soil. A heart symbolized love. And if accessorizing her plant with lovey items was not giving a plant love than Avalon had no idea what was.
She left the research undone and left her room for the remainder of the day... Should she have looked up information on this mysterious Dionaea Ebola plant?
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 10:36 pm
Avalon sat pensively at her desk with a chisel's handle clenched between her teeth. Her head was cocked thoughtfully to one side. She sat staring at the project in front of her. A block of clay had been molded carefully into the being of an elderly woman and a young child, Melody and her grandmother.
But there was something boring about the statuette. The stance was generic. Gran stood tall with a little Melody at her feet, posing with her small hands behind her back. A boring representation of the thoughtful photo Melody had produced for Avalon to reference.
There needed to be some spice to this figurine. Make it special. Make it blossom. It needed to make Avalon's new BBF smile from ear to ear. Avalon had an idea. But what would Melody think? Would she be upset with Avalon steering from the plan?
Avalon sighed and pulled one of the desk's bottom drawers open with her foot. It fell heavy onto the carpet. Clay blocks wrapped in plastic wrap filled the drawer. Avalon picked up one of the blocks and took to peeling the wrapper from the clay.
She pushed the original sculpture into the corner of her desk and laid the fresh clay in it's place. She worked quick, but methodically. She took the chisel from her mouth. It ate away at bits and chunks of the clay. Soon a new figure came into view.
It was the same two characters, Little Melody and her Gran. But this time, it glowed with character. A thoughtful Gran bent at the knees and bopped a playful finger off of Melody's nose. Melody stood with her hands to her sides and a wide grin on her face. They stood on a rectangular base with cherry blossoms scattered at their feet.
Grans hair fell curly about her shoulders, petals rested on the long ringlets. Her dress flowed in an invisible breeze. Small flowers would cover the woman's garment when Avalon got to painting.
Melody wore her hair in high pigtails and the same dress. A cherry blossom rested at the base of each pigtail. Little Melody's face was squinted up happily, looking directly at her loving Gran.
Avalon was much more content with this figure than the original. It had character where the other was lacking. It had thought where the other was just a boring shell. This figure was sure to produce a reaction from Melody, where the other may not have.
But, Avalon would need to stick with both pieces. As Melody had asked for an interpretation of the photograph given. Avalon's new piece veered quite far from the reference. Avalon was not sure if Melody's Gran even had these mannerisms. But, the new statue was cute and Avalon couldn't help but coo at it as she worked the rough edges smooth with her fingers.
Once complete, she set the figure in the opposite corner of the original. Avalon squealed with delight.
"So adorable!" She singsonged as she wrote a note out for Melody. She placed it protectively under the corner of the clay figurine.
She would deliver it soon. Color choices needed to be made, Avalon needed to get to painting, and firing would take a whole night if not a good chunk of a day. The figurine was not big, only about four inches tall and three or so wide. It was, however, thick. There was nothing hollow about this statue except the base. Avalon had bore a hole into the bottom of that so it would cook evenly.
Avalon fell back into her chair with her head cocked to the side looking lovingly at the newly produced figurines. It was some of her best work yet. Not realistic, as she hardly produced human figures, but cute! Melody was sure to love the finished products. It was just a matter of time until Avalon would chase her down for color selection.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 11:18 pm
Lunch had left Avalon feeling vulnerable... but confused. Why did she feel vulnerable? Lucas didn't seem to scare her. He made her feel comfortable, almost. She had taken off layers and let him gaze upon her naked arms. Mother would have Avalon's head when she learned that.
Avalon sprawled back on her bed starring at the ceiling. Clothes littered her floor, specifically the shirts she had been wearing at lunch; a pale blue sweater with a kitty print and the lettering, "I do not do mornings", a long-sleeved, purple waffle-knit shirt, a orange t-shirt, and a pink ribbed tank top. Avalon laid clad in a mint green camisole and pair of loose fitted jeans.
"Why?" Avalon questioned herself.
Why had Lucas made her feel comfortable with herself where no one else had? How even? He attempted to woo her with her suave words and womanizing ways. He wanted into her pants... and not even the flattering ones!
He had gazed hungrily on her disgusting figure and told her she was cute and fairylike. Was this boy on drugs? Possibly. Was he crazy? Avalon didn't know. The fairy comment made her happy though.
Avalon had always admired fairies for being cute and sparkly. She had dressed up as one a few Halloweens back. She was a modest fairy, covered head to toe in deep green lace and girlish frills, the ensemble complete with a large pair of glittery fairy wings and ribbony sandals.
How come now, Avvie was content in just a skimpy cami and a pair of jeans? She would be pinning for a sweatshirt any other day she was caught dead in this top.
Avalon ran confused hands up her arms. They were untoned and wiggly. She could feel it and didn't like it. She pinched at the extra flesh. It squished between her fingers. Gross.
Avalon ran her hands roughly over her stomach. It felt flat as she laid there, almost like she never ate that bag of M+Ms, or that ramen, or even that delicious dinner roll... but as soon as she would sit up the rolls would appear. She would stand and a little pouch of extra flesh would overhang the waistband of her pants.
What did Lucas see? Why was she so comfortable right now? Avalon's brain was in mental turmoil. She curled to the side and brought her knees to her chest. Avalon would fall asleep this way, pondering over her thoughts.
Would she still be able to dress modestly, now that she felt so free in a itty bitty camisole?
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 11:39 pm
After Yvette had left Avalon to her own devices, the rose-haired teen scavenged a janitor's closet. She had found the tools she had been looking for... an electric screwdriver, a few nuts and thick bolts, some extra rope, and some medium gauge wire. Perfect for completing the rope swing she had half built already.
Upon return to the tree, right out front of the Barren Pines College entrance, Avalon plopped to the ground and lifted up the 2x4 she had left on the ground. Avvie took to work boring holes into the plank of wood. It took some elbow grease and muscle to make holes wide enough for the thick bolts to fit in, but Avalon managed the feat just fine.
The twin ropes hung from one of the tree's branches. The holes were wide enough to weasel the rope into. They still had a bit of space, so the 2x4 would not be secure without a little extra support.
Avalon would end up jamming the bolts into the same holes as the rope to secure the cord for coming loose while she swung high into the trees branches.
Her pink tongue poked out the side of her mouth as she worked at screwing the nuts tightly onto the bolts to reinforce them to the board. The rope ends hung off to the sides looking seemingly like tassels. Avvie unraveled the ends so that the splayed out in multiple strings, giving it a more finished look.
Avalon then took the wire and looped it from one end of the 2x4, around the first nut a few times, to the other end of the board and around the second nut. She worked out a haphazard knot around that nut and then went back to the first and completed a knot on that side.
The teenager stood up, wiped her clothes clear of dirt, and looked happily over her handiwork. The swing hung still from the tree. The seat sat even with the waistband of Avalon's uniform skirt. The metal workings were not visible, aside from the heads of the bolts that sat flush with the top of the plank. The ropes hung taught.
Avvie sat on the swing seat and bounced a little. It supported her weight just fine. She gave a couple of quick little pumps with her feet. The ropes worked fine against the tree's bark. It didn't seem to be catching on the rough surface as the swing moved fluidly through the air.
Avalon brought the swing to a halt and hopped off. She picked the electric screwdriver up from the ground and smiled at the swing.
"I'll be back!" She singsonged to the rope swing as she skipped off, back into the building to return the tool. Avalon would also have to go and eventually check on Yvette, whom had injured herself helping Avalon get the ropes over the tree's high branch. But that could wait. Avalon's swing had her name written all over it and there would be no letting her desire to swing wait.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 10:42 pm
Quote: YOU SUNK MY BATTLESHIP!, Alexander~ PARAPHRASED! 8D ::
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 10:43 pm
Quote: Death By Dormitory Inferno: Nov 28 2009
Avvie waved a hand at the alarm she heard going off. Her room was still dark, only the orangey glow of fire penetrating through her windows. It took a few minutes before Avalon figured out that the sound wasn't from her alarm clock, but from the school's fire alarm system.
Avalon bolted up in bed and starred out the window in sheer horror. She was on the second floor! There was no way she was making it out of this mess alive! It was up or down from here. Hopefully down. Avalon quickly crawled from her bed and wrapped her quilt tightly around her petite frame.
Avalon head to the door. She ran the back of her hand across her door. It was warm, but not scalding. She opened the door. She head out of her room, wide-eyed. She looked at the other panicked students and then bolted for the stairs to the first floor.
When she reached the stairs she let out a hurt yelp. The fire was licking it's way up from the first floor. Avalon was going to be stuck in this building! She turned heel and headed back in the direction she came, maybe there was a fire escape. Or refuge on floor 3, the roof... she could wait it out there until the firemen came.
"What am I going to do, what to do?" Avalon chanted as she made haste to the floor 3 stairs. She needed a plan. Why didn't she heed her mother's warning about practicing fire safety.
It was then that she heard the explosion. Then that she saw the holes rip open in the flooring. That's when Avalon truly became scared. Making matters worse, her proximity to the debris from the explosion had ignited her quilt.
Avalon recalled a single rule from elementary school. In case your clothing is on fire, STOP DROP ROLL. That is exactly what Avvie took to doing, right there in the middle off the hall, in the midst of the panicked students. She stopped, dropped, and rolled... but sadly, all she ended up doing was tangling herself in the blanket.
Avvie felt the heat stinging her calves and crawling up her legs to her back. She cried out as it singed her flesh. She needed to remove and forget the quilt, even if it was the only thing she took from her room. The fabric had trapped her and the pain immobilized her. It just hurt so bad.
Tears streaked the fourteen-year-old's face. She was much too young to die. She had so many things left undone. She had not experienced all high school had to offer. Her first dance. Her first boyfriend. Their first date. First kisses. Parties. Girl friends. Honor Roll! She had not even received her first report card yet!... She should have called her mother before she had gone to sleep like she had wanted. Avvie would have been able to speak to her kitty, Noir, one last time. But, there were no last "I love you, Mom"s or "I love you most, Noir"s. Only sobs.
Avvie had finally kicked herself free of the burning fabric and pushed herself on her elbows to the wall, where she sat with her face in her hands. Her shins pained her so much, her heart ached for her mother, for Noir, for the events she would miss with her premature death. There was no use making it for the roof. Barren Pines was condemned anyway, with all that Bacterial Meningitis.... course there was talk of murder.... but, if Avvie didn't go out that way, this way was just as acceptable. If not more. At least no single person had set the school ablaze, right?
Avalon kept her back against the wall and wept.
"I love you, Mommy." She cried.
"I love you too, Noir." She let a strong sob wrench from her. Her sweet Noir, she let a hand down to stroke the burning carpet. His soft fur ruffled between her fingers. Avalon could hear him purring.
A beam snapped free from the ceiling and came crashing down beside her. The walls creaked with the added stress. Some of the paint blistered and melted from the drywall. Fragments crumbled. Walls waxed and waned. And Avalon stayed put. Not swayed by the goings on around her.
The smoke had finally fogged her brain. She gave a harsh cough, but continued to stroke the carpet.
"I promise to get you catnip on my next visit home, Noir."
Tears still streamed down her face, but there was a content grin on her face.
Avalon let out a rough cough and then wheezed in a shaky breath. The air was thick with smoke and thin with oxygen. It would be all over soon. Fire was peeking up all around her.
Avvie squinted her eyes, and hacked again. Things were getting so fuzzy and her sense of self was floating away. Hazel orbs landed on the smoldering quilt in front of her... but she did not see quilt. She saw Noir and crawled, painfully, towards him.
She turned her head to the side and let out another harsh cough, sputtering up blackened spit. She spat it to the side and then curled up with her cat. She ruffled her face in the burning quilt. It singed her rose colored hair. But Avalon no longer cared. All she cared was that she was with her beloved Noir. Nothing could take that wonderful emotion from her.
Her surroundings darkened as hazel eyes closed. Her senses dulled. Her breathing more labored. She had already lost feeling, her legs numb with pain. It didn't even hurt to breath anymore. It wasn't even too hot.
Her eyes opened and she looked straight into her beloved cat's eyes.
"I love you most, Noir." She beamed, pushing her head further into her pet's fur.
Avalon's spirit had finally been extinguished. Asphyxiated by the thick smoke that clogged the hallways. Numbed by the third degree burns that covered her lower half. Blinded by the hallucinations of her beloved feline companion. Avalon had gone out with what she loved best, memories and the company of Noir.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:42 pm
Quote: ZOMBIE!AVVIE WANTS BRAINS! 8E
Avalon awoke at the edge of the Barren Pines woods. She shuttered in the chill November breeze. Why was she so cold, she should be in her bed in her dorm room inside of the Barren Pines dormitory... Was this some prank?
Avvie pushed herself up into a sitting position and screamed. She had then realized the reason behind her serious chill. All of her clothing, aside from singed and frayed tatters, had been burned from her body.... That is right. There was a fire last night.
Her baby quilt... Mommy... Noir... She certainly had not survived last nights events. Greened arms, chest, stomach, and legs stared back up at her. Her nails were yellowy gross; her skin was clammy, damp, zombie eww; and she had this uncanny hunger for flesh. Yuck.
It was just like that dream Avalon had had a bit back. Was that a premonition? Was she psychic? She had gotten into Barren Pines on an art scholar, not a psychic one.
The memories of munching on human flesh came rushing to Avalon like a train wreck and her mouth watered at it terribly. She needed to go find some food. Something to savor in her mouth for a while and shush her now rumbling tummy.
It didn't seem to scare Avvie very much being a zombie. Nor did it sicken her having to maintain herself off of the lives of others. Possibly it was the zombie mentality she had taken on after dying. Or it could be the fact that she watched all those Zombie movies while she was alive. No one really knew how to defeat a zombie, so she would stay "living" for a good long time until someone figured it out.... Certainly she was a coherent zombie and no one would want to off her anyway. As long as she did not feast on their flesh. Maybe Steaks would suffice.
Avalon needed food something fierce!
But first off, Avalon needed some clothes to make herself decent... Off to pillage the Barren Pine ruins.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 8:22 pm
Quote: Back Inside those Barren Halls::
Upon venturing into the charred remains of Barren Pines, Avalon let out an exasperated sigh. This whole zombie ordeal was getting to her. There was no glamor in being a zombie. Not that Avalon was ever glamorous. But compared to herself then, to now...
Avalon lifted the frayed edges of her once been tank top. It hardly covered any of her putrid, green-grey flesh. Her hardly developed chest was exposed for everyone to see, aside from a stripe of fabric that feel diagonally across her bosom. Avvie hid herself shyly with arms crossed firmly in front of her.
She sighed and peered longingly at the shorts she had lost. Nothing but singed panties remained, you couldn't even make out the Hello Kitty faces anymore. It was a sickening ash grey and black on once sparkling pink.
Avalon shed a tear as she neared the stairs that had led up to floor two. Gone. Did zombies have emotions? Didn't they just eat? Maybe she was drooling from her eyeball... The thought brought on a twisted happiness to the rose-haired teen and she let out a gargled laugh. It was deeper than her once lyrical living girl voice. It also seemed to expend a lot more energy than Avalon was used to and her stomach growled at her wildly.
She needed to find clothes first! It was number one on her itinerary. It was certainly not ok to go flaunting around all scantily clad. Avalon headed into what had once been a first floor dorm room.
The ashy remains of a bed frame, desk, bookshelf and wardrobe were all that was left of the room. The far wall, with the window, was mostly missing, the window pain blown out across the grass littered the ground with lots more debris. The other walls of the room were chipped and crumbling, there was no door or fabric left of the room. The wardrobe was made of metal and was warped into a near unrecognizable shape. It had two doors that met at the middle. One was slightly ajar, but jammed within the melted metal.
Avvie pulled at the door with all her strength. It took her a few minutes but she bent the door open. It had come off it's bottom hinge, but stuck stiff to the top hinge.
Hazel eyes lit up happily. The wardrobe housed, safe from the fire, a Barren Pines cardigan and ridiculously ruffly, brown, peasant skirt. There were some other belongings, but nothing that fit Avalon correctly or anything she could make use of. She adorned the new clothing.
Avalon scavenged longer on the first floor. She dug through many of the had been dorm rooms. She did not recover much. Everything seemed to have gone up in flames. Avvie had found a busted messenger bag, a warped, broken mirror, a pencil box with two mechanical pencils, a pen, a mix of melted crayon, and a exacto-knife, a single pack of beef ramen, a t-shirt, had been white, but now grey with ash and soot, two red neckties, and a mismatched pair of shoes; A black boot, size 6, without laces, she tied it closed with one of the ties, and then a sneaker with a sheer blue lace, size 6.5. Avalon stuffed all the odd possessions into the bag and pulled her pink hair back into a messy ponytail with the other red tie.
The odd mix of treasures may very well come in handy. The bag was an easy fix, Avalon just tied the broken strap. The mirror could make fire if she reflected the sun's rays correctly with it. The pencils and pen, well she would write with those. The exacto-knife was a weapon by some means, and the ramen, Avalon loved ramen! She also loved being clothed now, even if it was mismatched and awkward.
This outfit would have to do. At least she was covered. Everyone would understand that her old clothes were lost in the fire, and certainly from her appearance realize she was a zombie and it did not matter what she looked like, she was going to eat there brains. So, did it matter how she appeared otherwise? No, certainly not.
Avalon left the school.... in search of surviving students.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 9:41 pm
Quote: Munching on wild critters:
Avalon finds Grayson Graves snacking on a cute little birdie in the woods. Her interest is peaked.... and she is starving. Avalon and Grayson set out in search of food. Avalon finds squirrel meat appealing. On goes the chase...
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:12 pm
Avalon stirred in her sleep. Her hazel eyes slowly fluttered open, only to shut tight at the stark white that surrounded her. The world was too bright in this... where was she? She peeked out at her surroundings from a single slitted eye.
Heart monitor? IV drip? Other medical things? Avalon propped an elbow up and gazed at the bright red wristband that hang loosely down her forearm.
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Avalon Erika Renee
D.O.B: Feb 28, 1996
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It occured to the rose-haired teen she was in a hospital and she shot up with a start and ripped at her sheets to expose her bare legs. Avalon looked stunned at her legs.
No scars. No green rotting flesh. No burns. No bruises. No nothing. She was whole.
Avalon twirled her wrists in front of her.
The same, there was nothing there to show her plight at Barren Pines. No markings left from the fire. No zombie skin. She was peachy pink like a normal person should be. Her natural pigmentation was back. Avalon cracked a half smile and let out a very stifled little, meek, groggy giggle.
Her voice was hoarse. How long had she been out of it? Sleeping? Forever?... What happened?
Avalon's mind coursed with thoughts. She was overcome with emotion. Avalon was confused. Ecstatic. Happy. Sad. Lonely. Lost. Mommy. Where was her mother? Erika Renee would never let Avalon be in a hospital alone. Where was her mother? Noir? Her beloved cat, had mommy brought Noir?
Avalon kicked her legs over the edge of her bed. They dangled limply over the cold tiled floor. Her limbs looked so tiny and frail in this johnny gown. Had she eaten? Avalon reach the floor with her tip-toes, then placed the flat of her foot on the tile. The cold marble sent a chill straight up her spine and Avalon shook violently at it. That did not stop her from standing completely up, as wobbly as it happened.
She removed a clamp from her finger, it was attached to some machine. Then the tube from around her neck. It was supplying oxygen to her, through her nose, but upon her awakening Avalon must have shifted the tube and it hung limply down her front.
Avalon reached for the IV rack and pulled it along beside her as she made her way to her hospital room door. She cracked it open and craned her head out, looking left, then right, then left again.
"Mommy?" Avvie whispered with a cough. Her throat hurt.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:13 pm
Quote: Reunited: A girl, her mother, and her cat~
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:18 pm
Quote: You're going to Crystal Academy!
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