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Mm...

[Basil slowly wakes to an early morning, gently rubbing his eyes. He goes to get ready for his daily practice, but before he can even get off the bed, something pulls him back. He shifts his body to see what's attached at his wrist and sees the handcuff.]

I...what is this..?


[OOC: I hope this is alright!]
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When did my hair start turning green?

[turns the facet on and after a few lingering seconds, turns it back off]

Hmm. [tap, tap, tap of fingers]
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...something is off. Maybe a ride around the grounds will easeth my mind.
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[The boy known to have weird speech patterns is spending his time in the kitchen making cookies. He's already finished a batch and they are currently cooling off in the tray.

As he continues making these treats, he's humming enka songs. ]


[OOC: I planned on posting this earlier...ugh. Open post.]
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Valentine's Day really is coming sooneth! It's not as if I will be participating in it though. After all, I am not a girl. [laughs]

I can seeth where there are a few similarities it shares with il giorno della festa degli innamorati, but that holiday is exclusively for couples and lovers. There is no gift-giving for the children, friends, or family members.
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ExpandPrivate. )

ExpandEveryone who gave me presents. )

[Some shuffling is heard, but then stops as Basil sits back down at his desk.]

Kakashi, was it?

It seems that our collision the other day...well...I seem to have thy book with me.
I'm sorry I didn't notice it then, but my hands were occupied and attention lied elsewhere after our little meeting.

Though I must admit that out of curiosity, I read several pages. [laughs cheerfully] Thou really has interesting taste in literature!
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[Basil's writing......no, better yet, Basil's scribbling. And even those scribbles just look ridiculous and should be ashamed for even being scribbles. After crossing out at least ten sentences, four phrases, twelve words, and twenty-three letters, he's decided to write slowly. Even so, the pace only ensues for wavy hand movements. He's pretty nervous. He's been pretty nervous before he even thought of writing into the journal. But he's figured that so far, the people he has met here are nice and that maybe someone could help him or give him some advice. He tries again.]

May someone I need some advice. Could Should I try and Is it possible to change the way someone

[All the previous sentences, phrases, words, and letters are scratched out beyond recognition. He sighs. The rest is accidentally dictated, but whether it is audible at all is another matter.]

Cheer up. Yes. I shouldn't let it bother me.
It never has before.


ExpandPrivate. )

[OOC: Basil seems so flat sometimes. I hope this isn't too out of character for him. OTL||||||]
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[Accidentally being recorded are the muffled sounds of the pitter-patter of shoes hitting ground and the crunching of leaves. The voice of a boy can be heard while he worriedly talks to himself.]

I wonder where I can take care of the laundry.
I knew I should have come out before the temperature started dropping, b-but...
Hopefully, I'll find another water source other than the pool.

[OOC: Basil learned to wash clothes the old fashioned way: tub and washing board FTW. So, I guess you can say he's trying to do it the REALLY old fashioned way, looking for a river, pond, lake, whatever. He's looking pretty silly since the tub he's carrying is piled up with clothes, along with the essentials. The journal's probably stuffed under the top portion of the stack. Oh, and he still has trouble finding his way around the place.]
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[Basil is humming. He is content with eyes closed as he walks down the... street? Slowly, he opens his eyes and looks down at his feet.

This....

[He lifts his head and views his surroundings. The boy cocks his head in confusion.]

I-I could have sworn I was on my way back to Italy.

[He walks up to one of the walls, touching it lightly with the palm of his hand. He takes another look around. How did he get here? A bed, desk, chair...such a fancy bedroom. He spots the window and swiftly walks over to take a glance out.]

Wow! [noticing both the height and environment] This...it's beautiful...

[Suddenly a loud thump is heard. Basil jumps, and quickly goes into a defense position, fists up. His nerves have sped and he's become anxious.]

Who is there?

[Nothing seems to happen. He puts his arms down and relaxes, breathing a sigh.]

Where exactly am I?

About the Archive

"Paradisa Lost" is the archive of what the journals contained between December 1st, 2006 and January 10th, 2012. On that final day, Paradisa issued new journals, so that the residents could fill them up again. While there are still residents around who have old journals, we have chosen to preserve the old journals here for muns' reference and history.

"Lost" in the title refers to both the old journals that the residents once kept, and also to our move to Dreamwidth from the original Livejournal community, where Paradisa started. It is a fresh start for muns, as well as for the characters.

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