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[Apr. 6th, 2012|12:56 am] |
[Accidental video]
[Mermaid is sitting on top of the lighthouse again, a place she likes to visit, aside from just the beach. She's sitting on the railing, looking down. It's a long way down, but she doesn't seem afraid. Indeed, she has seen people fall from this height, or even higher. Or lower. If she were to fall, she would be injured. She knows this, but isn't afraid.]
[In her hand, she holds a small seashell. She's been studying it for a long time, lost in thought. She looks up, occasionally, to survey the ground below or the ocean out in front of her.]
A lighthouse for a world without ships. What is the purpose?
[She sighs out, closes her eyes. Her mind seems to drift elsewhere, to people outside this world, people she is waiting for or has waited for. It's hard to know.]
So, we will wait. These captured children. In a world that does not age. [... ... ...] [She looks back down at the seashell.] They love imperfectly. That is their nature. [...] "Our" nature?
[She turns the seashell over, runs her fingers against the soft underside.] Is it possible to love incorrectly?
[Naturally, she isn't expecting an answer - just musing out loud, her mind on someone far away. With a sigh, she holds out her hand, lets the seashell drop. She is silent, as if waiting to see if she'll hear it shatter on the rocks below.]
It's alright. |
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[Dec. 24th, 2011|10:40 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | /doesn't get out much, /finally updates, /plays tiny violin, emo canon is emo, emotions are strange, jorougumo, most exciting lady in kiseki, never dresses properly for winter, not talking to herself, overwhelming emotions!1, pain in kokoro?, spiders | ] |
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[Accidental video]
[It shows Mermaid sitting in her room. But it's kind of dark and she looks kind of cold. Her heating and power have been shut off since she didn't pay her bills. It's been that way for a bit now, but she doesn't seem that concerned about it, clearly. Instead, she's looking down at her hand.]
[She shivers a little and touches her face with her other hand. No tears...]
Even if it's cold and dark... this "belongs" to me.
[And just for a moment, she smiles. It fades quickly.]
But will this disappear, too? Many things disappear. It's only a matter of "time", in this place.
[She uncurls her hand, and even in the dark it's clear to see there's a small spider crawling over her knuckles. She sets it down on the ground and it scurries away.]
Will you disappear? Or will you die now that winter is here and your mother is gone? |
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[Jul. 13th, 2011|11:05 pm] |
[Accidental video]
[Surprise, she's at the beach. It's hard to tell at first, because it is night and the lighting's kind of dim - until there's a sudden flash of light that quickly disappears - and by then it's clear that she's standing on top of a lighthouse and, very faintly in the distance, there's light from another island.]
[...]
[She sighs out, sea-breeze pushing her hair into her face until she brushes it away.]
Whether it's real or not... this is...
[Text]
[The video ends as she opens her journal to write:]
There is a lighthouse here now. Sometimes I think this place would be better without the artificial light, but from here you can see into the distance. I believe it is almost peaceful.
Some nights, you can see the light from another island. It's strange, how large this world can feel and how very small it is, in the end.
[...]
There's comfort in that, too. I think. |
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| 006 |
[May. 22nd, 2011|05:30 pm] |
[Accidental video]
[The journal records Riku and Mermaid in bed together, both under the blanket but clearly still naked. She's resting against him, her head on his chest, and both their eyes are closed.]
[She opens her eyes after a moment and shifts a little, running a hand over his chest. Then she sits up, watching him. She shifts the blanket away, and looks as if she'll get up for whatever reason when Riku opens his eyes and grabs her hand.]
[She looks surprised.]
Rikuou?
[He doesn't answer her, but does let go of her hand. Only to put his arm around her and pull her back down, holding her close to him. She returns the hug, making herself comfortable against him again.]
[She lifts her head and kisses his jaw before sighing out and making herself comfortable again.] |
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[Feb. 25th, 2011|06:19 pm] |
[Accidental video]
[Video shows Mermaid, sitting in front of a mirror. She's not looking at herself, though, but rather down at her arm, which she cradles with her other hand] [She's unwrapping bandages and revealing that she is, finally, fully healed]
So, then. [...] All that lingered is gone.
[... Falls quiet for a moment, and then looks up at the mirror, where her face is free from cuts and bruises. She lifts a hand and touches at her cheek for a moment, where a particularly bad cut used to be]
"You" cannot return again. There is nothing left, now. I'd known it, and yet.
[She glances down and sees the journal recording. She stares at it for a moment, not saying anything or really even reacting. Then she picks it up and addresses the journal:]
Oh. You wish to show these captured children such things? [...] There is nothing of worth, here. You often invade on others' privacy. What is your purpose in that?
[Journal's response is to stop recording, lol.] |
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| 004 |
[Feb. 6th, 2011|03:28 pm] |
[Accidental video]
[Mermaid's found herself a kind of isolated part of the beach, up to her waist in water, her clothes in a pile on the beach, which obstructs the camera's view just a little. Her back is to the camera as she runs her hands over the water, and then sinks down into it a little]
[Over the sound of the waves and from the distance between herself and the journal, if you listen very carefully you'll just be able to hear her say something, to herself:]
It is as beautiful as I thought it would be. I remember... this. |
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[Jan. 14th, 2011|11:04 am] |
[Accidental video]
[Mermaid's sitting on the bed in her room, her hand cupped.]
... I am well. It is alright.
[...] [She shifts her hand and it's revealed that it's a spider she's speaking to]
You may tell her so. |
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[Dec. 28th, 2010|06:20 pm] |
[Accidental video]
[The journal records her standing in the park, staring down at the snow. Slowly, she sinks down and scoops up some into her bare hand, staring at it until the warmth of her hand melts it into water.]
[...]
Snow...
Ah. I remember.
[She curls her hand up and presses it to her cheek, like in the icon, despite the chill. She shivers a little, as she isn't really properly dressed to be out in the cold like this.]
"Winter is death. Spring is renewal." Does it count, in a place like this...? |
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[Dec. 11th, 2010|07:43 pm] |
[Audio]
[..........]
This place...
This is a place that “breathes”. But it is a place that does not age.
[...] [A quiet sigh.]
It doesn’t matter now. Not anymore. Even so...
Even so, I...
[There is another quiet sigh, and then a calm, eerie silence. Then she opens the journal, and begins to write, as the Welcome Center women instructed:]
[Text]
There are women here, but they are not the same as those people who will answer this. Yes?
I apologize. It has been a very long time since I have had to write anything. [And sure enough, her handwriting is very sloppy, almost childish. Hard to read in places.]
But I need to write in order to leave this building. Yes? I do not mind, if I have to wait here, though. If it is not true.
[...] I do not know where I am, or how it is I came to be here. But even so. It is alright. You don’t have to answer.
[Whoever you are.] |
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