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paradisa2013-06-25 06:48 pm
manymoreteef) wrote in paradisa2013-06-25 06:48 pm
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Seventh toothmark
[Sunny had been quite confused the past two days. In part because she had been aged to approximately 22 years old, of course. However the most significant confusion came from the fact that she had not seen or heard from her sister in that time, despite having filtered to her through the journal. This was very concerning. At first she thought that Violet may have been caught up inventing something or at the library and had simply lost track of time... but she had never disappeared for this long before, not without telling her where she would be.
Fearing the worst, Sunny makes her way to the castle proper and walks to the room Violet had occupied prior to moving to the town. It's there that her worries are confirmed... Her sister has gone home. Sunny is now not just the littlest Baudelaire in the castle... but the only.
She takes a shaky breath as tears spring to her eyes. She knows that Violet will be going back to a better future than they had ever imagined they might have... she only wishes she could experience it, too. Yet even that knowledge could not ease the ache in her heart. She had never been without her siblings before and, even knowing that her guardian Mr. Snicket is there to protect her, she can't help but be afraid for what might happen once she returns to her normal age.
All answers would come in time, she knows. For now there is a task she must perform. She wipes her tears away with her fingers and pulls out her journal]
[Mr. Snicket]
[She can't tell him over the journal. Something like this... it has to be in person. It's too important. Too big. Her voice is soft as she dictates]
I must have a Very Forlorn Dialogue with you... May I come to your room?
[/filter]
[Filtered AWAY from Lemony Snicket]
[Sunny sniffles softly, wiping away a few more tears as they fall. A few droplets spatter on the journal page as she speaks, her voice heavy with sadness]
My name is Sunny Baudelaire. I am 2 years old... although the castle has temporarily made me somewhat older. I regret to inform you that... [She pauses, taking a breath as she tries to keep her voice steady. She might be crying but that doesn't mean she wants that fact to be general knowledge. ] I regret to inform you that my older sister has gone home.
[She sighs, frustrated now more than ever in her loss]
Unfortunately my loss is the ability to say her name... but we are both Baudelaires and she had a shop in town where we both lived. She is a brilliant inventor and had been working on opening a school and... [Her voice cracks and she covers her mouth with her hand, unable to continue. She just hopes that was enough for people to know she meant Violet]
((OOC: Open over the journal or action for the hallway outside Violet's former room))
Fearing the worst, Sunny makes her way to the castle proper and walks to the room Violet had occupied prior to moving to the town. It's there that her worries are confirmed... Her sister has gone home. Sunny is now not just the littlest Baudelaire in the castle... but the only.
She takes a shaky breath as tears spring to her eyes. She knows that Violet will be going back to a better future than they had ever imagined they might have... she only wishes she could experience it, too. Yet even that knowledge could not ease the ache in her heart. She had never been without her siblings before and, even knowing that her guardian Mr. Snicket is there to protect her, she can't help but be afraid for what might happen once she returns to her normal age.
All answers would come in time, she knows. For now there is a task she must perform. She wipes her tears away with her fingers and pulls out her journal]
[Mr. Snicket]
[She can't tell him over the journal. Something like this... it has to be in person. It's too important. Too big. Her voice is soft as she dictates]
I must have a Very Forlorn Dialogue with you... May I come to your room?
[/filter]
[Filtered AWAY from Lemony Snicket]
[Sunny sniffles softly, wiping away a few more tears as they fall. A few droplets spatter on the journal page as she speaks, her voice heavy with sadness]
My name is Sunny Baudelaire. I am 2 years old... although the castle has temporarily made me somewhat older. I regret to inform you that... [She pauses, taking a breath as she tries to keep her voice steady. She might be crying but that doesn't mean she wants that fact to be general knowledge. ] I regret to inform you that my older sister has gone home.
[She sighs, frustrated now more than ever in her loss]
Unfortunately my loss is the ability to say her name... but we are both Baudelaires and she had a shop in town where we both lived. She is a brilliant inventor and had been working on opening a school and... [Her voice cracks and she covers her mouth with her hand, unable to continue. She just hopes that was enough for people to know she meant Violet]
((OOC: Open over the journal or action for the hallway outside Violet's former room))
Bunny
Yes... yes that's her name. I haven't seen her in a few days and now her name's gone from her door...
Sunny
I guess we can never control when people go. You need company?
Bunny
We can't... and it pains me even more because I don't know what sort of a future she is going back to as she came here from a further point than I.
I would very much like that, yes.
Sunny
[And just as promised, soon there will be a rabbit hole opening up by her feet and a gian bunny leaping out]
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I had no idea you were able to do that.
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I suppose you do have a point, there.
[her voice softens and her eyes drop to the floor]
Thank you... for coming.
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Any time for you, darl. All you ever need to do is ask.
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It's so wonderful to have such good friends, here. I don't know what I'd do, otherwise...
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Well, you don't ever have to worry about that. Us guardians will stay here as long as we can. We'll fight anything that tries to send us back.
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Thank you. [She pauses for a moment] Would you think me terrible if I said that, though I would see my siblings again if I did so, I don't want to go home, either?
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It certainly is. [she pauses] I don't know if you've met Mr. Snicket, my Guardian, but has anyone ever told you about where I come from?
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With good reason, I'm afraid.
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