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paradisa2013-04-15 11:11 pm
misconstrues) wrote in paradisa2013-04-15 11:11 pm
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☄ ｔｈｒｅｅ ｊｅｌｌｙｆｉｓｈ (backdated to the 14th )
[ Tsukimi mostly kept to herself for the first day, but she actually has been reading from her journal -- to check on people. There are several she's worried about but, after hearing what others are going through, she almost feels silly about being such a hermit.
Some had blood, while she only had inked words. But that inked word means the world to her, even if it might be laughable to some. Little girls grow up to become princesses, her mother had said, but she couldn't even afford her mother that much. She didn't become a princess at all.
So! With a briefly renewed determination, and a very bulky parka (hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time -- to keep the ink at bay), she's opted to sneak out of her room to check on her friends. If she's spoken with you more than once or your name is Kuranosuke? She'll be knocking on your door! But when you open it? There will only be a small jellyfish doll resting against the door. They'll all be different colors and patterns, but some may have a few tiny ink smudges. But as Tsukimi is certainly no secret agent, people might be able to pick out the bright blue parka fleeing the scene.
There's no tag or name on them otherwise, she didn't think that far ahead. Or, maybe she did, and was too embarrassed to claim credit. Either way! Lucrezia and Joshua will even find two: one red and one blue, at the Mansion. And that deviant predator Tsuna can have one, too. ]
[ Tsuna ]
[ She tries, and fails, to keep from getting the ink from her hands on the pages of the journal -- but this is important. Rather than write, which she knows would be pointless, she awkwardly dictates: ]
Tsuna-san! .. I'm sorry! F-for calling you indecent! And for running away, too..
That's all I wanted to say!
[ Someone is in town today but, rather than be her typical spazzy self, she's claimed a seat on a bench and remains seated there for some time. Tsukimi's staring at her hands, her lips pressed into a thin line that trembles occasionally.
Hands, wrists, fingers -- there is a single word written (princess) so many times that she can hardly see her skin beneath. It's concentrated mostly on her hands and becomes more sparse as it travels up her arms, with it written only one on her face. She doesn't even appear to notice the ink smearing when she grabs for a bag that is beside her, but she snaps out of it when she hears the items in it hitting the ground. ]
.. Eh? A hole in the bag?! .. This really is the absolute worst!
Some had blood, while she only had inked words. But that inked word means the world to her, even if it might be laughable to some. Little girls grow up to become princesses, her mother had said, but she couldn't even afford her mother that much. She didn't become a princess at all.
So! With a briefly renewed determination, and a very bulky parka (hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time -- to keep the ink at bay), she's opted to sneak out of her room to check on her friends. If she's spoken with you more than once or your name is Kuranosuke? She'll be knocking on your door! But when you open it? There will only be a small jellyfish doll resting against the door. They'll all be different colors and patterns, but some may have a few tiny ink smudges. But as Tsukimi is certainly no secret agent, people might be able to pick out the bright blue parka fleeing the scene.
There's no tag or name on them otherwise, she didn't think that far ahead. Or, maybe she did, and was too embarrassed to claim credit. Either way! Lucrezia and Joshua will even find two: one red and one blue, at the Mansion. And that deviant predator Tsuna can have one, too. ]
[ Tsuna ]
[ She tries, and fails, to keep from getting the ink from her hands on the pages of the journal -- but this is important. Rather than write, which she knows would be pointless, she awkwardly dictates: ]
Tsuna-san! .. I'm sorry! F-for calling you indecent! And for running away, too..
That's all I wanted to say!
[ Someone is in town today but, rather than be her typical spazzy self, she's claimed a seat on a bench and remains seated there for some time. Tsukimi's staring at her hands, her lips pressed into a thin line that trembles occasionally.
Hands, wrists, fingers -- there is a single word written (
.. Eh? A hole in the bag?! .. This really is the absolute worst!