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paradisalost2011-05-23 12:49 pm
wield.livejournal.com) wrote in paradisalost2011-05-23 12:49 pm
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003: reflections ( dictated )
[ The sound of the journal flipping open is heard, little hands rapidly pushing each page to the next in frustration, apparently looking for pictures to make it more interesting. This gets a small chuckle from Buffy. ]
Well, at least someone is putting this thing to use.
[ The sounds continue on for a bit, and she stares at the little girl in front of her, arms crossed over her chest, her slightly hunched over back leaning against the trunk of a tree outside. She was skeptical, of course, but after looking into it and seeing how other people had children, she apparently had no choice but to take responsibility. ]
Mommy...
[ It'd been a busy week for her; being stuck in a music box, then coming out of it to be handed a child that's apparently hers. ]
Mama!
[ This entire situation made things a bit uncomfortable. Buffy never really thought of her future that way... with children. It'd never really come up. ]
MAMA!
[ The screaming child finally snapped Buffy out of her daze, and she sat up, turning toward the girl, a little wide-eyed. ]
Oh! Right. Mama... That's me, isn't it?
Mama, Joyce is tired.
[ A pause. There it was. The main reason why she was tied to this child--compelled to believe that maybe this was for real. The small girl climbed in between Buffy's legs and curled up against her, blonde hair sprawled out over her lap, the occasional breeze causing it to cling to her shirt. A small smile rose to her lips, as her fingers gently ran through Joyce's hair. ]
[ OOC: Buffy is outside under some tree shade. Feel free to come bug her in person or via journal. :) ]
Well, at least someone is putting this thing to use.
[ The sounds continue on for a bit, and she stares at the little girl in front of her, arms crossed over her chest, her slightly hunched over back leaning against the trunk of a tree outside. She was skeptical, of course, but after looking into it and seeing how other people had children, she apparently had no choice but to take responsibility. ]
Mommy...
[ It'd been a busy week for her; being stuck in a music box, then coming out of it to be handed a child that's apparently hers. ]
Mama!
[ This entire situation made things a bit uncomfortable. Buffy never really thought of her future that way... with children. It'd never really come up. ]
MAMA!
[ The screaming child finally snapped Buffy out of her daze, and she sat up, turning toward the girl, a little wide-eyed. ]
Oh! Right. Mama... That's me, isn't it?
Mama, Joyce is tired.
[ A pause. There it was. The main reason why she was tied to this child--compelled to believe that maybe this was for real. The small girl climbed in between Buffy's legs and curled up against her, blonde hair sprawled out over her lap, the occasional breeze causing it to cling to her shirt. A small smile rose to her lips, as her fingers gently ran through Joyce's hair. ]
[ OOC: Buffy is outside under some tree shade. Feel free to come bug her in person or via journal. :) ]
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Yeah. It sucks. But the castle usually finds a new way to torture us in the next couple weeks, so ... at least you have that to look forward to?
[bright side: he's trying to find it]
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[ Though, that's just her inner slayer talking. While Glory was the first in digging up self pity and failure, most of the time Buffy was pretty confident in finding a way out of shitty situations. ]
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Most of the time, everybody makes it out okay. It just screws with our heads for a while. But sometimes it gets ... bad. And we don't know when that bad's gonna come.