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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]
Being there helps? It doesn't seem like it does. This doesn't feel like helping. Just accepting. Another bend to Luceti. Another way to just cope. But maybe that's what it takes.]
I'm glad it helps.
[Even though it doesn't feel like it. Even if it feels like the more she bends the harder it will be to get back to where she used to be. But it's only temporary, isn't it?]
Hopefully this will be the last of it for a while.
[Action]
Aah... hopefully. [He echoes the word all the same before glancing up at her uncertainly, unsure if he should shut up already or continue]
Neh, Robin-chan... Will you be staying now...? [He's careful to avoid all reproach in his voice - because there's none to be found in the first place, and he wouldn't blame the woman if she felt uncomfortable in their house still. That's the reason she left, right?
But some of the gloom has cleared. Sanji can better see how far the crew's shattered. Awkward or not, it'd be nice if... more of them stayed around for breakfast]
[Action]
Mm. I'll be here. We're nakama, ne?
[She tries not to sound as tired as she feels]
[Action] /wins the super late award
... Yeah. Nakama. [He parrots her, and to be honest, he wishes he didn't sound so tired either. That's not a word meant to be threaded in low spirits]
I'm gonna make some coffee. [He moves in time with his words, crossing the distance to the oven.] Would you like any?
[Action] <3
She smiles a little]
Mm. That would be nice.