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 Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 4:35 am
dear diary
we went to the theater me and mom, and met Natalie who was playing Miss. Air who was the most important lady in the play. Natalie was really pretty and nice and cool and she was só much more better than the ladies on tv and she said she'd be getting a child soon so I thought she had a leaf, but she really didn't, she had a bubble and she said I could come and see her when she became a kid like me.
I bet she'll be just as pretty as Natalie, and she taught me some things I could do if I wanted to get good at acting like her so I found some of my dolls and I've been playing make-believe since then but mom says I have to come down and eat at some point, but I say she can bring the food here and we can have a tea party. but she doesn't do it 'cause that's what moms don't do and stuff or something.
mom says my writing is pretty weird and she's thinking about getting me a teacher or something. I dunno, I guess it would be good but im not that bad at writing am I??
mom says ive gotten worse and I keep swinging or something and she just can't understand what's wrong.
I hope it's a nice teacher, like Natalie. maybe Natalie will teach me? She said she makes clothes for kids like me. maybe mom will buy me some for me.
Love
Shouko
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 10:10 am
Teen Quest
Shouko just doesn't seem to feel right lately. Everytime a leaf falls down from a tree, she definately has the need to cry and it is like an arm was ripped off her body. Dreams of this green-haired girl she had seen before haunt her.
One day she finds a dry leaf and starts to cry and out of the tears.... a voice is calling... "Come back to Eden, we will heal your wounds, Sakura."
Please make at least five posts about this quest and probably include an rp with somebody else. This quest should take at least a week
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:03 pm
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"We will heal your wounds, Sakura"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There had been trouble with the garden.
Or, well, not as much the garden as with Shouko being near the garden. She'd never before felt pain by being close to nature, but after watching Jane Eyre, it had suddenly developed, and while some critics may say it had a connection, she was rather convinced otherwise.
And it was painful.
Some times, nothing happened and she felt as normal as a child with a former past of being a tree can possibly feel; and then, with little to no warning she'd suddenly feel as though someone was trying to tear off her limbs, one by one and doing so slowly.
But she hadn't told anyone.
It was hard to ignore it, especially considering the sheer melancholy that followed each and every new bout of pain - it felt as though her heart was shattering, and not just because of the pain. It felt how Shouko imagined it would feel to lose a child, a treasured friend or family member and it didn't lessen.
But it passed, as she had once heard that all things did.
And then it started again.
Shouko leaned on the wall, trying to be surreptitious. It was hard, and if the looks her mother were giving her was any indication, it wasn't going too well.
She'd been trying to go into her room, silly her. There was a doll there that she had gotten from Lena and Tyyne, and she missed it sorely. But her room was too close to the garden, which she knew, but she had went there anyway. She should have learned by now; two full days of sneaking out of her room when Anon had finally gone to bed, just to get away from the sporadic pain and tragedy of it all. Sleeping on the lumpy couch that her mother had taken with her from her childhood home, sneaking back to her room half an hour before her mother's alarm rang.
But this doll, THIS doll, meant a lot to her and she had sorely missed it even though she had not been playing with it recently.
Just the feeling of something comforting being there when she curled up and cried her heart out was almost enough to drag her back to reality.
Smiling awkwardly at her mother, she tried not to curl in on herself. Shouko had never thought she'd feel this much pain; life hadn't been sunshine and, well, cherries but it hadn't been leading up to something like this at least.
Had this been how Teagan felt when he was sick? If it was, then Shouko commended him for his bravery in dealing with it. If this went on for too long, she felt she might go insane..
"Honey, are you alright?" when had her mother gotten so close to her? She must have been unaware for a second, enough for Anon to move to Shouko's side.
"I-I'm fine, mo-m" Anon was rubbing circles on her back, probably trying to be soothing but only ending up doubling the pain that her child felt.
Shouko gasped, feeling as though blood ought to be spewing from her body. But there was nothing. No odd colourations, no dried blood, no wounds, no nothing. All normal, except for a paleness that was probably contributed by too little sleep and too much pain.
"No you're not." Anon's tone was a tad sharper than she had tried for; but the bluntness seemed to get through to her daughter better than sugar-coated words did in situations like these. Not that there had ever been a preceding incident, but her mother's intuition told her so.
And instincts are to be trusted.
"You're obviously in pain, and if you think I haven't noticed the way you've been avoiding the back of the house, think again. You used to hole up in your rooms for hours with your flute, and now..!" she clicked her tongue to make a tsk-sound, and finally stopped rubbing Shouko's back. "What's wrong?"
How could she put her pain into words, the randomity and suddenness ?
"I.. p-pain. Lots. I-in the bac-kyard too," another gasp, and a few tears squeezed their way through her eyelids.
"P-please, doctor." it was all she could think of by this point in time, in all honesty. A hospital, a doctor, someone to make the pain go away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"We will heal your wounds, Sakura"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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