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toujoursfluer) wrote2012-11-09 04:55 pm
toujoursfluer) wrote2012-11-09 04:55 pm
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Log 007 [video/Action]
[The video appears on Robin, looking up at her as she is sitting on her windowsill, despite the chill in the air. The wind stirs in her hair before she speaks]
Living here is hard on everyone it seems. People are changed. People flow in, go home, die and are restored. The Malnosso have us forget one another, betray one another, even forget ourselves and yet we live on broken in our own way.
[She glances down at the journal]
But we are all united here. Wether or not we wish to go home or we call this our home. Whether we love or hate it. We all exist for the same reason. For our friends. To find something better. But whether dark or light, living in silence or in grief only divides us. [She remembers broken nakama too much. It is almost too hard to bear sometimes because there is no reason to be]
There should be a place to talk about this. The fears, the joys, the grief...who we miss. Who we are glad have gone. A place without judgement or worrying whether or not you will cause concern. In order to live. In order to survive we must understand one another and we must not be afraid of the truth--whatever that might be.
[She will stare at the journal more as if contemplating what to say, then kills the feed. Then she leaves the window to make her rounds about town and will ultimately end up in the library. She may seem a bit preoccupied but feel free to approach her, and never mind the cat tail, that will be gone soon enough]
Living here is hard on everyone it seems. People are changed. People flow in, go home, die and are restored. The Malnosso have us forget one another, betray one another, even forget ourselves and yet we live on broken in our own way.
[She glances down at the journal]
But we are all united here. Wether or not we wish to go home or we call this our home. Whether we love or hate it. We all exist for the same reason. For our friends. To find something better. But whether dark or light, living in silence or in grief only divides us. [She remembers broken nakama too much. It is almost too hard to bear sometimes because there is no reason to be]
There should be a place to talk about this. The fears, the joys, the grief...who we miss. Who we are glad have gone. A place without judgement or worrying whether or not you will cause concern. In order to live. In order to survive we must understand one another and we must not be afraid of the truth--whatever that might be.
[She will stare at the journal more as if contemplating what to say, then kills the feed. Then she leaves the window to make her rounds about town and will ultimately end up in the library. She may seem a bit preoccupied but feel free to approach her, and never mind the cat tail, that will be gone soon enough]
[Action]
She sighs.
She hates his words and loves them, too. They make her so weak. She wants to believe so much but she can't. She can't. Not completely. One of them has to remain unbroken no matter what hits. ]
I always lean on you.
[She comes toward him and presses her palm to his, sliding their fingers together]
Without you I think I would have lost my mind.
[Because he is the only one she knows won't bend. Even more than her nakama. And it hurts. And it shouldn't be that way. But it is Luceti. She gives him a lingering kiss and then says against his mouth]
Goodnight, Marcchan.
[Action]
Goodnight my love. [And though he's being playful, it is of course completely deadpan.] I'll most likely see you in the morning, assuming we don't all die first, eh. [Half a Princess Bride quote, half a morbid joke like Robin likes to make in an attempt to get her to laugh or at least smile.]
[Action]
Death cannot stop a Mugiwara Pirate. [and she pulls away and starts home, but says over her shoulder]
merely delay them for a while.
[Action]
[He's met Brook after all.]