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Who: Amy Sorel and you
When: November 18, midday
Where: A park in sector 4
Summary: There is only so much a young girl can do while waiting for her father's freedom.
Warnings: None.

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As with most people, Amy never tended to notice who approached her in the daylight. One reason was that her daytime sluggishness also extended to her senses, making her just a little less sensitive than a normal human. But another, and perhaps a more significant reason, was that she had grown used to shunning the world around her, choosing solitude and her father over everything else.

But as of late, she had been trying to learn how to trust people more and not to think that she was always so alone.

She noticed the footsteps of a boy getting closer to her, but she did not choose to look up until he spoke to her. She recognized the way he spoke-- it was similar to how Ciel and Alois spoke. It amused her, but it doesn't reflect upon her features that kept still, much like a porcelain doll's.

"You can say that. Yet at the same time, I am not."

In contrast to his accent, her voice, despite its quiet tones, was colored by the distinct nuances of the French language.

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"It is simple. I am waiting for someone to be free to see me once more, yet I do not hold to the hope that he will be here with me any time soon. Hope often ends in disappointment, after all." Amy pushed herself slightly on the swing, to set it into a light rocking motion as the boy spoke to her.

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It took a moment for Amy to respond. After a moment of swinging, she brought the swing to a slow halt and kept her eyes on the printed cotton of her dress. Taking a breath, she realized that her throat and chest felt tight-- the usual motions of being upset manifesting in her body. But she quells the tears before they appear at the corners of her eyes. Part of survival was this, after all-- not letting anyone see your weaknesses. And being upset was one of these.

She speaks softly to disguise the choked sound of her voice.

"He simply is not free to come home."

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"He is in prison," Amy speaks slowly, still a little unsure if she should be opening up this way to a stranger but... she had to admit that loneliness had its ways of opening a person up.

"Criminal or not, he is still my father."

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She turned her gaze to the sky in response, leaning back so as she was almost perpendicular to the ground on her swing. The metal creaked as she rocked slightly.

"It isn't enough for a daughter when her father is the only family she has. It simply is difficult when all you have is a mere hour to spend with the only person you trust fully in a different world."