First, in which Angel arrives
Jan. 16th, 2010 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
birdkiddie[The camera doesn't show anything but blue for a moment, then you see the mansion from above and a flash of something that looks like a giant dove. The camera is high up in the air, and the direction is clear. It comes from up and is headed down ...just that there is something in the way. A head, to be exact. Blond curls. The journal bounces off it and falls deeper, passing the face of a little girl that is stuck somewhere between fear, confusion, alertness and tiredness. Her eyes are hollow and smudged with purple rings, and one whole side of her face is a single bruise. And then there is only white cloth and the view of the mansion as the journal falls further and rotates.
It falls, and falls, and then you there are suddenly fingers around it and it is turned around to face the child from before. All you can see the arms that are full of burn marks and little wounds where needles have been inserted into her arms. There also is something that looks like an IV on her arm. If you look closer, you will see white feathers behind her back. Or maybe on her back.
She silently examines the journal, the little face tense, and after a few moments she switches on the audio.]
Max. Gazzy. Fang, Iggy, Nudge. Are you here?
Jeb. Was that you?
It falls, and falls, and then you there are suddenly fingers around it and it is turned around to face the child from before. All you can see the arms that are full of burn marks and little wounds where needles have been inserted into her arms. There also is something that looks like an IV on her arm. If you look closer, you will see white feathers behind her back. Or maybe on her back.
She silently examines the journal, the little face tense, and after a few moments she switches on the audio.]
Max. Gazzy. Fang, Iggy, Nudge. Are you here?
Jeb. Was that you?
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Date: 2010-01-20 09:21 pm (UTC)Don't overdo it.
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Date: 2010-01-20 09:26 pm (UTC)How often can I do it?
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Date: 2010-01-20 09:32 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-01-20 09:38 pm (UTC)[Slight protest in her voice.]
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Date: 2010-01-20 09:40 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-01-28 05:04 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-01-28 07:42 pm (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-01-28 09:21 pm (UTC)[She thinks for a moment, turns to the closet and shouts]
POPCORN!
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Date: 2010-01-28 10:09 pm (UTC)There's a kitchen for that kind of stuff, y'know.
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Date: 2010-01-29 07:04 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-01-29 07:10 am (UTC)So you think you'll be okay up here?
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Date: 2010-01-29 09:49 am (UTC)[She'll miss the flock, and worry about them, but this is way better than where she was before. Then, she bends down to pick up one of the dresses.]
Can you stay for a moment and help me with the buttons?
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Date: 2010-01-29 09:55 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-01-29 10:58 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-01-29 10:13 pm (UTC)You can hang onto my sweatshirt if you need to. I can get another one easy.
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Date: 2010-01-30 11:27 am (UTC)Thank you. ...Can I get another one from the closet? Maybe one with horses or puppies on it?
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Date: 2010-01-30 11:29 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2010-01-30 11:34 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-01-30 11:38 am (UTC)You're welcome.
I'm a few floors down from you if you ever need anything. [He tells her the room number and floor, which lmfao I still don't know.] You can come find me or use that communicator you have to call me.
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Date: 2010-01-30 12:23 pm (UTC)Which room?
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Date: 2010-01-30 04:52 pm (UTC)There are a couple of other guys who live with me. They're good people. But if you don't want to be around them, you can use the communicator instead and I'll come up here to see you.
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Date: 2010-01-30 09:33 pm (UTC)What kind of people?
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Date: 2010-01-30 09:42 pm (UTC)Yamamoto still annoys him, but he's much more willing to overlook it here in Wonderland than he was back home. He even thinks of Yamamoto as a friend, more or less--at the very least, he recognizes that the guy's presence is good news for him and Tsuna, since he offers good support.]
They're my classmates from back home.
[He doesn't mention the Vongola family--half because he's not sure she'd understand and half because he's gotten a bit more hesitant about admitting to his mafia ties. The information is there in his mind for her to pick up on, though.]
We're the same age, and we've been through a lot together. They're trustworthy.
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Date: 2010-01-30 10:10 pm (UTC)I want to meet them some day~
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Date: 2010-01-30 11:46 pm (UTC)[Action]
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