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paradisa2012-05-29 01:15 am
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three creaky springs
[Creak. Creak. Creak. Creak.
... Creak.
There's the distinct sound of springs over the journal, a bit after midnight - possibly a trampoline, to those familiar with the sound. Bet it's pretty annoying, huh? It goes on for several minutes, then stops with a gentle thump as Coraline hops off onto the floor, stumbling a bit.]
Okay, so this wishing thing can be pretty awesome. My parents would never let me have a trampoline in my-
[... She stops short.]
My parents wouldn't ever...
[Parents... She can't picture them. No matter how hard she focuses, she can't picture her parents. It's like she's just... forgotten. That's not possible, is it?! She still knows their names, and she can picture their gardening catalog and her mom's snow globes. But when she tries to imagine them disapproving... ]
... Something isn't right.
... Creak.
There's the distinct sound of springs over the journal, a bit after midnight - possibly a trampoline, to those familiar with the sound. Bet it's pretty annoying, huh? It goes on for several minutes, then stops with a gentle thump as Coraline hops off onto the floor, stumbling a bit.]
Okay, so this wishing thing can be pretty awesome. My parents would never let me have a trampoline in my-
[... She stops short.]
My parents wouldn't ever...
[Parents... She can't picture them. No matter how hard she focuses, she can't picture her parents. It's like she's just... forgotten. That's not possible, is it?! She still knows their names, and she can picture their gardening catalog and her mom's snow globes. But when she tries to imagine them disapproving... ]
... Something isn't right.
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