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piratejournal2014-03-07 06:24 pm
[audio - written] Selphie's Sad Times
*The journal starts off first with a breath, like someone is about to say something really important, but difficult to say. But instead of words, there's just a soft, slow sigh. Talking about this really isn't going to be easy, so she promptly decides to write things down instead. She writes very carefully, not committing to putting the words down until she's got them straight in her head, which is unusual for Selphie*
My whole life, I've never known my parents. They died when I was very young, it seemed, and recently I've gained back some memories of the orphanage I used to live in. I didn't know what they looked like, what they did, what kind of people they were. In a way, I think I accepted that. I was never adopted, and I was sent to live at a military school. That, for me, was always that. Of course I wondered. Of course I imagined they'd come back. But what I never imagined, was meeting someone here who does have memories of my parents.
These past couple of months, it's like my whole world has been flipped upside down, and I'm not even in my home world. Since the new year, one thing after another, and another. Sometimes it's just hard to know what to think anymore. It's not just this place, but the people too. I've always been a think-on-your-feet, live-in-the-moment type girl, but until recently, I don't think I ever really appreciated just how quickly everything can completely change, swept from beneath your feet, dumped on you from a great height.
Now that I've written this much, I'm not really sure what it is I wanted to say. I suppose, just that, even though this world isn't home, there's no underestimating what might happen, and how the people we meet here might affect us.
Just keep happy, everyone.
Just keep doing the things that make you smile.
*Then the journal entry finishes. There's not the usual signing of her name, not the usual message of love and peace, nor a scribbled love heart, or a smiley face. But she does go back to underline that last line, if even for her own sake than anyone else's*
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[First Anise brings up the host club and now Selphie is mentioning bars. Kai's delicate sensibilities.]
I- I'm not sure...
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...why not?
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[Selphie, these are alien concepts.]
I...I guess that would be okay. I mean, if it really is something a lot of people do...
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But it's totally okay! You shouldn't be worried about a bar. Girls go there all the time in groups, all dressed up, and drink cocktails and talk about men.
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[She felt like she was going against social conventions enough as it was.]
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[Any women that would have been there most definitely wouldn't have been of her social class. She wasn't even sure if it was a sort of place townswomen might frequent.]
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A cocktail bar is probably quite different to what you're imagining in your head...
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[One day she'll find something in this world that's actually familiar to her. Of course, by then it will probably be just as shocking as everything else.]
I definitely wouldn't go alone, though. I'd have no idea what to do.
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All dressed up? What you wear matters?!
[That makes it even more of a challenge.]
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[So it's just getting dressed up for the sake of getting dressed up? That's simpler, then.]
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Uh - that is...If we ever end up on the same island together where there also happens to be a nice place to go.
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Yeah, you're right! Whatever happens, though, it'll be nice to see ya soon!
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