Marisa Kirisame (
adropofjupiter) wrote2011-08-20 11:02 pm
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6th ☆
[1: Wednesday 8/17 - Action (340 Brady Lane)]
[After escaping Spades, Marisa ran to the first place she could think of where she would be safe, sneaked inside and hid. In a certain magician's room. Under her bed. At least until she calmed down. Sadly, she wasn't hidden quite as well as she thought she was...]
[2: Thursday 8/18 - Phone/Action (1125 Taylor Road)]
[There's a lot of fumbling with the receiver before Marisa finally gets a handle on it.] You know... Some of this milk isn't so bad... This one bottle's kinda like my shrooms. I wonder... I wonder if I'll get those back. Gods I miss them...
Like I miss watching the stars dance in the sky and the... the... trees. Y'know how profound trees are? Such deep rooted knowledge of life and death and the way of balance and the universe. I wonder what the trees would say here with as fucked up as this place is.
[She seems to be talking to someone else now, having dropped the receiver onto the table without hanging up.]
Hey, Patchy... let's go talk to the trees...
[3: Saturday 8/20 - Action (507 Ricardo Street)]
[Fashionable scarf tied around her neck to hide the still-healing bruises from when she'd been strangled earlier in the weel, Marisa decides to go visit Alice and Shiki. Misery loves company and they were all miserable.]
[After escaping Spades, Marisa ran to the first place she could think of where she would be safe, sneaked inside and hid. In a certain magician's room. Under her bed. At least until she calmed down. Sadly, she wasn't hidden quite as well as she thought she was...]
[2: Thursday 8/18 - Phone/Action (1125 Taylor Road)]
[There's a lot of fumbling with the receiver before Marisa finally gets a handle on it.] You know... Some of this milk isn't so bad... This one bottle's kinda like my shrooms. I wonder... I wonder if I'll get those back. Gods I miss them...
Like I miss watching the stars dance in the sky and the... the... trees. Y'know how profound trees are? Such deep rooted knowledge of life and death and the way of balance and the universe. I wonder what the trees would say here with as fucked up as this place is.
[She seems to be talking to someone else now, having dropped the receiver onto the table without hanging up.]
Hey, Patchy... let's go talk to the trees...
[3: Saturday 8/20 - Action (507 Ricardo Street)]
[Fashionable scarf tied around her neck to hide the still-healing bruises from when she'd been strangled earlier in the weel, Marisa decides to go visit Alice and Shiki. Misery loves company and they were all miserable.]
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Before you go back then....I want a kiss.
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I didn't think... well...
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Get your ass back out there and give him a real kiss before I go do it for you.
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[She glares and points back down the hall]
I'm serious. I'll go do it myself.
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Smack Marisa on the back of the head.
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How did you know it was her?
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