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 Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 10:57 am
Please notice This is Lenachan358's and Tyyne's journal. You may just post with permission of the owner. You'll be able to read the records of the child's development. The cert can be found here.
Name: Tyyne
Guardian: Lenachan358
DOB: 2nd April 2005
Stage: Teen
Soul: Daisy
Likes: Observing, natural things, toast with butter
Dislikes: Sparklies and too hyper people
Personality: Ty is a very quiet and retreating person
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:10 am
[1.]...Eden's File
[2.]...Navigation
[3.]...The History & Timeline
[4.]...Tyyne's Profile
[5.]...Friends & Family
[6.]...Picture Album
[7.]...Credits
[8.]...Reserved
[9.]...Reserved
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:35 am
|History|.... |Timeline - Teenager|.... [05/23/08]"Feeling Numb" --- Diary Entry
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:36 am
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:37 am
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:38 am
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:39 am
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:40 am
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:41 am
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:50 am
Feeling Numb
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Diary Entry #1
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It actually took me some time to take this pen and write this. Actually, I'm still shaking. It has been months since I've been home, but I'm not missing it much. Nobody's there.
I remember myself wading through dust and darkness. Everything was lost and lonely. Lena - my mother - is gone. My brothers and sisters couldn't be seen anywhere as well. They got on with their lifes, I suppose.
I don't. I'm sitting here in this small flat and tears are spilling out of my eyes as I write these stupid lines. I truly can't remember what happened. I've been in Eden. That's all I know. I don't know how long and I don't know why - and I can't reactivate my memory.
Somebody, a woman from an agency, helped me to get this flat. There also some therapeutic help I'm able to get. Many different lonely teenagers are living in this house and often it's loud and dirty around here. That's when I'm thinking of Teagan and Shouko and try to treasure the fuzzy feeling inside of me. I learnt how to cook for myself and they say I'm ready to contact my old self again now.
Everytime I think of home, I'm crying. I wonder how many children have come to our Project if it's still running. I need to contact them somehow, but what am I supposed to say? "I can't remember." ? They'll hate me for leaving and I can't even explain why it happened. Please...don't hate me...
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 5:26 am
Hard Work To Do
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Tyyne has to face her past in a session with her therapist
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"Why are you still so shy, Tyyne? Please look at me when we're talking." The over-sized fox smiled and revealed some teeth while doing so. The Eden girl was seated in a beige chair which was supposed to make her feel comfortable. Still she didn't dare to look at the bestial therapist. She was indeed a nice lady, but all of her demands where still quite new and not very helpful for Tyyne. She was supposed to write about her feelings and what she liked best about herself - AND she had to research about the Eden Project.
"Did you do your assignment?" The fox lady inquired and caused Tyyne to pick up a folder which had been lying beside her. While opening it carefully the teenager answered. "Yes, Miss."
A sheet of paper was handed to the therapist, who looked at it briefly. "The Project House of your mother is still in existance?" The blonde girl nodded slightly. "I found some information in the internet that the organisation still has the same address." - "But did you go there?" - "NO!" An almost harsh and very certain word escaped Tyyne's lips as she looked at the woman in front of her. She was still smiling vividly. "How can you be so certain then?"
Tyyne frowned. "There are too many of us, they can't be gone. Not all of us." The therapist nodded and got up. Tyyne pushed herself against the chair's backrest as she was approached. A small ticket was handed to her. The teen accepted it and quickly shoved it into her pocket. It was for a bus ride to Barton Town.
Tyyne knew very well what her next task would be. Visit them.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 6:50 am
Reserved for "Stormy Weather" PRP
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