Jan 12, 2009 12:21
My mother could not deal with with who-- what she was. She was seventeen, in love and pregnant with me when she inherited the Archive. She despised me for having a lifetime of freedom ahead of me.
She killed herself shortly after my birth.
curse day,
affected,
not happy now,
disfunctional family history
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[ooc: How Kincaid comforts... XD]
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(ooc; ♥♥♥!!)
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[She's standing by the door, still looking a bit sad.]
(ooc; We could also just assume this, if you'd like ^^;)
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I'm ready, midget.
[ooc: They are so cute! I don't to miss out on the cuteness!]
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I need my mittens, I think. It is very cold outside!
(ooc; I should be writing a paper, but, alas, I think I can spare some brain cells for RPing! :D)
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It is.
[ooc: I'd scold you if I didn't use to do the same thing. XD]
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Let's go.
(ooc; I don't know how much longer I'll be around, though, since I kinda feel like I'm coming down with a cold, so. Might go to bed very early >>;)
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[ooc: You should! I don't want you sick!]
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(ooc; Yeah, going to sleep early is definitely a plan on the agenda. First, though, I must discuss stuff with my mum and get started on the paper properly. Meh.)
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We'll pick up something warm for you to drink on the way.
[ooc: Aw! *gives you big hugs*]
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(ooc; ... I fear RPing and paper will have to wait. I'm gonna concentrating on finding a room for a bit, here. Backdating is our friend, right? ♥
A-and sorry for being so failtastic at RPing lately ;_;)
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[ooc: Definitely. And don't worry. I still love you!]
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(ooc; *snuggles* ♥♥)
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