There are gifts-alms-presents in the entrance to this place-prison-hotel. Strange things, wrapped, covered in paper, ribbons, odd crinkly things that sparkle and shine, not blinding, almost.
There was one for me. Strange to know of one who would know me, would know to send me anything from the outside. There are always other children, so many more, marching and marching for a cause not their own, always searching for me... but to find me and not to come find me? Strange-curious-odd...
This gift is odder still. I can see no purpose for such a thing, have never seen such a thing, only those that bear resemblances to it.
What strange garnments-clothes-vestments. If this is a message meant-intended-sent for me, it is one I cannot decipher-understand-comprehend.
(OOC: She's blue! :O And has the crazy blotchy things that's like veiny stuff! *gaspshock* Aren't you impressed? I know I am! >.>; If you didn't know I'm technologically-incompetent, now you know, especially after I reveal to you the amount of squee I made over something so seemingly trivial. ^_^ And yes. I am an utter, utter dork. But I said "hey! Jenova's totally getting a bra for Christmas..." and then this popped up on Google Images, and made me burst out laughing. Couldn't be helped. :3
Edit2: Er... that squee being because I made her blue, not that it was already like that. To make things clearer if anyone still cares. ;p)