Selphie Tilmitt (
booyaka_boom) wrote in
piratejournal2015-06-19 02:44 pm
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[voice][action welcome!] Selphie and the Zombie Sleepover
Did somebody tell a bunch of zombies that I was having a sleepover?!
Cause there's a whole load of them trying to get into my room!!
*There's a groan that is definitely not Selphie, followed by a hard thud and a sickening crunch*
They're a little too keen to hang out!
A little help?
*With thwacks and moans, Selphie becomes too distracted to continue the feed. Instead, she sounds distant as she attacks them, "Urgh, don't be so rude! I didn't even invite you! Yuck." If you've got the time to listen, Selphie is basically providing a commentary on her fights with the zombies*

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Run meetings, make decisions, strategize, organize, train and wage war...and increase my power and knowledge any way I can. Usually.
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*This time she had put the glass aside, her head propped in both her hands, openly just gazing at him in interest*
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That's a silly thing to say. I don't have time to get bored or want to do other things. [that answer was getting awful repetitive]
I have responsibilities. And I'm not lonely- I have subordinates around most of the time, so I'm not alone...
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*Selphie tilted her head again, and lifted her eyes to his as though she were looking for something*
You do know that being alone and being lonely are two different things, right?
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[and if his parents were still around they'd probably want him to take over and rule this world as a dictator so he felt compelled to. But couldn't really see a good reason why]
I don't get what you're going on about
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*Selphie leaned back in her chair and looked around the galley as she tried to come up with the right words*
Being lonely is like...when you feel like there's no one who really cares about you, about how you're feeling. When even if you're in a room full of people no one really knows who you really are. And all you want is someone to recognise you, to appreciate you, to want you or need you. That's what lonely is.
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*Selphie shook her head sadly and took another gulp of wine. She had a feeling how he was going to answer her questions*
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[he looked like he was starting to become bothered by the constant barrage of confusing questions]
I just kinda guessed what that all meant :p
*Selphie's fingers started playing with the stem of her glass*
I think being lonely is the worst thing in the world...
Lol sorry I edited it after X'3
Well, try to become famous and you won't have that problem.
Tee hee! I saw ;)
*Selphie looked up at him slowly, seeming a little bashful for having said so much*
But - I guess you don't feel any of those things.
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[he may not be wholly content with all his interactions with others, but they way he felt that was probably different from Selphie. It had less to do with knowledge and more to do with reasons for care or types of touch. He wasn't about to being that up though...Better to focus on her with such an uncomfortable subject]
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*Selphie lowered her eyes, looking down into her glass, and she shrugged but her voice was a little more distant, uncertain*
Things like...how to make me really sad, or what stuff makes me angry, or how to stop me being sad. They won't know when I'm truly happy, or...stuff like that. Y'know? We won't have secrets or jokes.
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You know what? You're right. I'm just being silly. Doesn't matter anyway! Besides, it wasn't me I was worried about being lonely, it was you.
*And she closed her eyes and gave her best smile, which was good enough to pass as genuine*
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Nu uh. Not usually. I mean, it happens from time to time - zombies, monsters, ghosts. Kinda weird that they just...disappeared like that though.
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*Selphie pulled a face more like it was just an awkward annoyance than anything serious, then finished off her glass*
Anyway, they're all gone now! So that's good. We can all get a good night's sleep.
*Although she wouldn't admit that she slept very well curled up with him. No way*
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[he finished off his glass too]
Yes, some good sleep will be nice.
[un their separate beds. Yep.]
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*Selphie looked at him steadily as she spoke the words, then turned her head aside to fix her hair, licking her lips lightly*
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[he stood up to go]
I'll just make sure I have a few former navy zombie around to guard me and I'll probably be fine...
[he stretched a bit and headed for the door]
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