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prince edward ([personal profile] clumsiness) wrote in [community profile] paradisa2012-04-28 09:08 pm
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❧ two

[ so very dictated, this time without wounds to her pride. ]

It's difficult to imagine that something so beautiful can be capable of something like removing us from our homes and making us suffer losses. The only reassurance I have is that I am not the only one from home here and even then I am not sure I should be thankful for that.

[ The journal picks up the sound of grass crunching under feet as she continues; ]

It would seem I owe some of you an apology. I was told that I have been here before but, no matter how hard I try, I cannot remember anything. I know that it is entirely out of my own hands but, if we were acquainted before, I apologize for not remembering you. With that said, I suppose an introduction is in order. Or, well, a reintroduction.

My name is Elena, of Gawant.

arthur & gwaine

[ scribble, scribble. someone is trying this filtering thing out since all of the cool kids seems to be doing it. ]

Arthur and Gwaine,

It is Elena. Are you both able to read my writing? Someone told me that, should I only want to talk to a single person, I could try this. This is.. quite an interesting castle, isn't it? Once I am settled I was hoping to spend more time in the kitchen, but I also wanted to visit the town.

It's almost refreshing being here now, though I am sure my opinion may change in the future. For now, it is nice not having to worry about duty and obligation.
whichwayyoulean: (Is that a fact?)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2012-04-30 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think anyone would like that. It's weird, someone else I know here left but got her memories back.

I wonder what decides who keeps their memories and who doesn't. It's like some sort of popularity contest.
whichwayyoulean: (What a world I made)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2012-05-02 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
There has to be more to it than chance, though. It can't just be...random. [Things have to make sense and fit in their little boxes :|]
whichwayyoulean: (Ooooh a nickel)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2012-05-02 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
That or go crazy with the mystery of it all.
whichwayyoulean: (I can really hang out with you?)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2012-05-02 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Wouldn't everyone? The only people who wouldn't are... well people who are already crazy.
whichwayyoulean: (Beanpole in winter)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2012-05-07 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I think it's a good idea to expect pretty much anything, then you're less surprised when the weirdest things happen
whichwayyoulean: (My little kingdom)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2012-05-07 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Being kidnapped by a guy in a time machine was pretty high on the strange-o-meter.
whichwayyoulean: (That's because I'm always right)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2012-05-09 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
A time machine. It kind of looks like a phone box. But it travels in time.
whichwayyoulean: (Those 3AM brainwaves)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2012-05-11 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
It's a box with a phone in it. Here, lemmie show you.

[And he'll just doodle a little picture of the TARDIS, isn't it cool?]
whichwayyoulean: (I can really hang out with you?)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2012-05-12 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
[He tried]

Sure. Not always those kinds, but they're really useful.
whichwayyoulean: (And business must grow)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2012-05-13 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, you can talk to people even if they're way on the other side of the world.
whichwayyoulean: (Drawing board)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2012-05-19 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
You're in the perfect place to do that.
whichwayyoulean: (Does this darkness have a name)

NEVER FEEL BAD WE COOL <33

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2012-05-23 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
...Oh.

Well. I don't really know my way around the castle all that well. I kind of just stay in my room.