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 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 2:33 pm
[[Type: Journal Entry]]
Dear Journal,
It's been a week since Ovelia left to live on her own, and we haven't seen her since. I guess she really is old enough to be on her own... right? 'Mew and I have some nice nights playing Scrabble, just like we did before I ever even discovered Ovelia. We do miss her, and her absence at the dinner table is always felt keenly.
I'm afraid she'll never come back.
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[[Type: Diary Entry]]
dear diary,
he is so wonderful to me. he promises to take me to see the seashore, where the sunset turns the water red like wine. he promises to bring me flying with him, and he will build me a castle of clouds in the sky.
i just have to trust him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 7:06 am
[[Type: RP Entry]]
So this is the seashore huh? Ovelia sat in a cold chair, staring out the dirt-flecked window at a lane covered in salt and the final struggle of the last chunks of dirty snow against the sun. Birds were chirping already, despite it only being late February, and the sun cast large shadows from the buildings behind hers. She sighed heavily.
The puppet was gone. He'd disappear for days, sometimes weeks, and return to lift her spirits, raise her hopes, and wash away her fears, before leaving to have it all flushed down the toilet once again. It had been about 3 months after she left Eve. She began to regret it deeply, but she knew if she confronted him about it, he'd only use his magical charm to lull her back into his arms. She pulled her scarf a little tighter and crossed her arms over her chest. "That's it. I'm leaving."
Carrying her diary and nothing more, Ovelia trotted down the many stairs that led up to the puppet's home in this abandoned building, and opened the door. It had been weeks since she had gone outside and felt the still-frigid air bite at her skin. But she liked it. She loved the feeling of her hair moving by itself, dancing in the sky like black swans, and she felt her spirits rise without the puppet having any interference. She smiled. An afternoon at the park, you say? Sounds wonderful.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 3:23 am
[[Type: RP Entry]]
It had been a lovely week living outside on her own. She realized she didn't have to eat or drink much to satisfy her hunger so she reasoned that living outside without a home, either at Eve's house or the puppet's, and it seemed like a good plan. Eve probably hated her and the puppet was never home anyway. "He probably didn't even notice I'm gone," she whispered to herself, then giggled at herself. She took out her diary.
[[Type: Diary Entry]]
dear diary,
I don't think I'm going to go back to Eves house just yet because I think Id rather go and find more people like me. more mysterians or whatever they called me. Id really like to find more...
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