Allen Walker (
save_the_souls) wrote in
paradisa2012-01-11 11:44 am
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[Filtered away from first gens, anyone who would give information to the first gens and anyone who goes by the initials "SH". Oh and House. B| ]
Sorry to bother everyone, but I'm looking for information in regards to someone who writes in the journal and signs as "SH".
Other than being aggravating, they haven't done anything- but I'd still like to know who I'm speaking with.
Also, how many people still have their old journals with them? And if there's anyone whose arrived in the past couple days...how many journals were in your room?
And...would anyone be willing to see if that journal will still repair itself if it's destroyed?
Thank you for your time!
[Meanwhile Allen can be found out in the castle grounds, near the gardens. It seems he has cleared a spot of snow and has a shovel with him, currently trying to dig a small hole into the ground. Next to him is his old journal, sealed up in a waterproof bag]
Why did this have to happen in winter...?
Sorry to bother everyone, but I'm looking for information in regards to someone who writes in the journal and signs as "SH".
Other than being aggravating, they haven't done anything- but I'd still like to know who I'm speaking with.
Also, how many people still have their old journals with them? And if there's anyone whose arrived in the past couple days...how many journals were in your room?
And...would anyone be willing to see if that journal will still repair itself if it's destroyed?
Thank you for your time!
[Meanwhile Allen can be found out in the castle grounds, near the gardens. It seems he has cleared a spot of snow and has a shovel with him, currently trying to dig a small hole into the ground. Next to him is his old journal, sealed up in a waterproof bag]
Why did this have to happen in winter...?

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The Heart of Elvendom on Earth!]It sits at the heart of Lothlórien, my Golden Woods. You would see no lights but the stars and those few necessary to find our way into the trees where rest our dwellings. Nor would you hear such constant clatter, but rather the soft sounds of the forest. Oh, but you must not let me go on so, for the love of a ruler for her realm runs deep and you would not wish to listen to my poetics overlong, I am sure.
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Just let me know when you'd be free, all right?
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It's been lovely speaking to you, as always Lady Galadriel.
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