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burnt_orangesky) wrote2009-09-20 05:49 pm
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{One} &diams I'm losing everything I am / Remember nothing of my past
Hello, I suppose.
I am really not sure what is going on in this 'Edensphere' place; I just arrived yesterday. Sky told me that whatever I write in this journal can be seen by everyone, so I'm trying it out.
Does everyone go through that disgusting goo-cocoon birth process? I don't know anything at all about this place.
An introduction would probably be in order about now--my name is Fred. If anyone has any pointers or advice about this place for me, I would love to talk to you. Actually, I would love to talk to anyone at all.
((The writing is a decent copperplate, not too fancy. For the first few sentences the letters appear slowly, as if Fred is not used to writing in this language, but she soon gets the hang of it and writes more quickly.))
I am really not sure what is going on in this 'Edensphere' place; I just arrived yesterday. Sky told me that whatever I write in this journal can be seen by everyone, so I'm trying it out.
Does everyone go through that disgusting goo-cocoon birth process? I don't know anything at all about this place.
An introduction would probably be in order about now--my name is Fred. If anyone has any pointers or advice about this place for me, I would love to talk to you. Actually, I would love to talk to anyone at all.
((The writing is a decent copperplate, not too fancy. For the first few sentences the letters appear slowly, as if Fred is not used to writing in this language, but she soon gets the hang of it and writes more quickly.))
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[She nods thoughtfully, filing away any and all information about this strange-familiar man.] How do we get to the Wilderness? It is on the level below this one, correct?
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You take the elevator! It can go straight to the Wilderness. It's in the tree. Come on, I'll take you there now. [Taking Fred's hand, Storm starts to run.]
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Alright then. [Fred smiles as he grabs her hand and begins running, lengthening her strides to match his. This feels good, it feels... this feels right.]
I've missed this... [She hadn't known what she was going to say before she said it, but she knew it was true the second she heard the words. For whatever reason, she had missed running.]
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Me too. [He said, again without thinking.] Perhaps we should do this more often.
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