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[Second Life] High School General Interaction Post
Just another day at Fairplay High School...
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"So...one day, no scars? And the next day, scars?"
This was getting a little odd here.
"Have you--have you seen anything lately? Anything odd around the town? Or had...I don't know, weird dreams?"
This was getting a little odd here.
"Have you--have you seen anything lately? Anything odd around the town? Or had...I don't know, weird dreams?"
The mention of weird dreams got a reaction. Astrid's eyes widened and after a blink, the flicker of surprise vanished from her face and she gave him a firm stare, debating telling the truth or a lie.
This guy...
Submitting to his questions, she brought up her hand, delicately touching her temple, eyes shut and brow furrowed, trying to visualize. "Mm, yeah. Some nights when I dream it's a.. little boy. A child I can't recognize. He seems sad. I don't understand why, but I feel... responsible. My fault. I feel angry thinking about it, but I don't--I don't know," she slowly divulged the honest truth, eyelids squinting tightly as a headache began to surface.
"These scars. I really wish I could say they just appeared..."
The girl's voice grew progressively shaky and she strained her mind. Although a blurry image, the abysmal figure who found it's way in her dreams, as if haunting her day in and day out, unsettled her immensely. Frightened her, even. "How should I ask this. Can dreams be... invaded? I know, I must be going crazy, but... that thing."
Drawing her arms close to her, she loosely hugged herself, unaware she's rambling too low, "--Always showing up. Won't leave me alone. Black. Wings..."
Slanted large, animal eyes... striking as a hot green blaze.
This guy...
Submitting to his questions, she brought up her hand, delicately touching her temple, eyes shut and brow furrowed, trying to visualize. "Mm, yeah. Some nights when I dream it's a.. little boy. A child I can't recognize. He seems sad. I don't understand why, but I feel... responsible. My fault. I feel angry thinking about it, but I don't--I don't know," she slowly divulged the honest truth, eyelids squinting tightly as a headache began to surface.
"These scars. I really wish I could say they just appeared..."
The girl's voice grew progressively shaky and she strained her mind. Although a blurry image, the abysmal figure who found it's way in her dreams, as if haunting her day in and day out, unsettled her immensely. Frightened her, even. "How should I ask this. Can dreams be... invaded? I know, I must be going crazy, but... that thing."
Drawing her arms close to her, she loosely hugged herself, unaware she's rambling too low, "--Always showing up. Won't leave me alone. Black. Wings..."
Slanted large, animal eyes... striking as a hot green blaze.
Black wings.
"Green eyes. Like a cat's," he said tonelessly, but for him the imagery held no horror at all. It was a welcome thing. Whenever he had the dreams, he was somehow reminded of his cat.
"Green eyes. Like a cat's," he said tonelessly, but for him the imagery held no horror at all. It was a welcome thing. Whenever he had the dreams, he was somehow reminded of his cat.
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