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oo33 [ voice ]
[ Xion's always had this thing for dreaming. Although, back home, it was memories... memories and meanings she couldn't understand. Dreams of the ocean and the sound of waves, dreams of a boy in red...
Her dreams are so often memories. After all, what is she but memories? Just a doll, made to live off of the memories of a boy like some kind of parasite. But now she has memories all her own... so many of them. And she dreams about those, too.
They aren't always good dreams. Sometimes they are dark and full of blood.
It's a shame she fell asleep with her journal on the covers -- because when she wakes up, shooting up into a sitting position with a shout, the journal of course falls open and records her cry.
Nothing can be seen -- after all, the room is dark. But the sound of her panting breaths come through -- the only sound, for a moment, until she gathers herself enough to sigh. ]
Come on, Xion, get it together.
[ And she'd been having an easier time getting to sleep, too, after all the help everyone had given her...
Somewhat reflexively, she'll scoop up her journal as she gets out of bed, temporarily cutting off the feed. However, it's only a few moments later that the journal is reopened -- still in darkness, only barely leavened by the moonlight drifting in through the window. However, there is a new sound.
Xion is ... singing.
Bits and pieces, at a slower tempo, of a song that someone once played for her. Of course, there are no words, but her voice is actually ... kind of sweet, and soft, floating and tumbling between the notes. It goes like this for a few quiet moments, with some other soft sounds in the background as she gets some water.
And when she turns around, she will realize the journal did not stay upright where she set it, and fell open. Again. Of course. SIGH. Oh well. She'll move over to the table and sit, lightly tapping on the page that's been recording her. ]
... is anyone even awake at this hour? And I guess... well, if you heard me ... what's your favorite song?
(ooc; actually, pretty tired! gonna hit the hay. tags tomorrow! oh, and I'd imagine this whole thing went down... somewhere around 4 AM. ps her voice, with bonus ironic lyrics.)
Her dreams are so often memories. After all, what is she but memories? Just a doll, made to live off of the memories of a boy like some kind of parasite. But now she has memories all her own... so many of them. And she dreams about those, too.
They aren't always good dreams. Sometimes they are dark and full of blood.
It's a shame she fell asleep with her journal on the covers -- because when she wakes up, shooting up into a sitting position with a shout, the journal of course falls open and records her cry.
Nothing can be seen -- after all, the room is dark. But the sound of her panting breaths come through -- the only sound, for a moment, until she gathers herself enough to sigh. ]
Come on, Xion, get it together.
[ And she'd been having an easier time getting to sleep, too, after all the help everyone had given her...
Somewhat reflexively, she'll scoop up her journal as she gets out of bed, temporarily cutting off the feed. However, it's only a few moments later that the journal is reopened -- still in darkness, only barely leavened by the moonlight drifting in through the window. However, there is a new sound.
Xion is ... singing.
Bits and pieces, at a slower tempo, of a song that someone once played for her. Of course, there are no words, but her voice is actually ... kind of sweet, and soft, floating and tumbling between the notes. It goes like this for a few quiet moments, with some other soft sounds in the background as she gets some water.
And when she turns around, she will realize the journal did not stay upright where she set it, and fell open. Again. Of course. SIGH. Oh well. She'll move over to the table and sit, lightly tapping on the page that's been recording her. ]
... is anyone even awake at this hour? And I guess... well, if you heard me ... what's your favorite song?
(ooc; actually, pretty tired! gonna hit the hay. tags tomorrow! oh, and I'd imagine this whole thing went down... somewhere around 4 AM. ps her voice, with bonus ironic lyrics.)
[voice]
Yay! Thank you so much, Ramirez! Where do you live? [ :> ]
[voice]
House 21. I'll wait for you then.
[And really, feel free to come over as early as you like. He's probably not going to be going to sleep.
True to form, he'll probably be outside by the time she arrives, tying off the final touches on what appears to be a necklace (http://ak2.ostkcdn.com/images/products/L12029235.jpg) - because when he gets bored, he tends to make things and Luceti gives him way too much free time.
At least it's quiet here, except for that muffled, incessant chirping, of course. Contrary to its sullen master, the hamachou is simply delighted that Ramirez has chosen to pay some form of attention to it today beyond the necessary "making sure it doesn't die" and is quite content to huddle in his jacket pocket and chirp the whole day away.
Moons, why couldn't they have given him something quiet.]
[action]
it'll probably be about two or so hours later that she comes by. she only slept fitfully, and figured maybe she'd just take a nap later in the day -- she's awake now, so why not?
she's all bundled up against the cold, of course, in a big puffy white winter coat, but she's still recognizable ... sorta. under the hat. right? yeah, we'll go with that.
besides, it's hard to mistake the delight on her face when she sees him -- and the hamachou.
it's.
so.
cute.
she trots over, trying and failing to contain her excitement. ]
Hey!
[action]
But nevertheless, he does recognize her under that hat there and gives her a brief nod in greeting. And if Xion looks right beside him, she will see a tiny, white, pocket-sized version of the thing she saw in the journal, tottering back and forth on the porch and chirping merrily. It seems to be content to waddle toward him until it bumps into the side of his leg with no reaction from Ramirez, whereupon it would promptly begin waddling the other direction, right up until it collides into the wood post. And then the whole process starts over again.
This has been going on for a while. Please come distract it.]
[action]
omg. omg omg omg trots right up, immediately leaning down slightly to get a better look at it. CAN SHE PICK IT UP CAN SHE TOUCH IT OMG IT IS THE CUTEST THING EVER TO EXIST. EVER. ]
You still haven't given it a name, have you?
[action]
But yes, Ramirez won't mind if Xion picks it up and cuddles it. No-Name Hamachou has actually stopped in its derpy pacing long enough to leeeeeaaaaaan up at the girl bending over it, almost enough to completely topple itself over. But it just blinks its big, beady eyes up at Xion and chirps.]
You can give it one, if you like.
[That means no.]