Ib
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Thread Topic: Ib
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Name: Tatiana Grace
Age: 18
Other: Has a fear of clowns, and a love of dolls. She's conflicted about clown dolls, though. She comes off first as cold and uncaring, but she's truly a kind hearted person. -
...Dark?
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I'm trying to find a good picture. ;//:
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okie dokie so long as you hadn't forgotten.xD
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Name: Abel Rivers
Age: 9
Other: Not scared of much other than socialization. Likes painting. -
I'll start.
Tat stood alone, examining a doll. She smiled, looking at it with adoring eyes. But everytime anyone walked past, she straightened up and looking indifferent. -
Abel was dragged to the museum by his overly protective parents. (They had been worried about his health because he always hid in his room.) He had asked to check it out alone. Of course, he was allowed free range.
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She finally stopped obsessing, and walked farther down the hall to look at the sculptures. They were the only thing other than the dolls that caught her attention.
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He lazily checked out some of the models. Unfortunately, they didn't appeal to him. He wanted to see all of the paintings that were there. Abel peered at some of the things, attempting to read their names.
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And being the clutz she was, she almost knocked down one of the sculptures. She quickly grabbed it and sat it back the way it was, turning around to frantically check if anyone had seen.
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Abel was slightly frustrated when he realized he couldn't figure out some of the words. "This isn't fair," he whined.
(I had an idea
What if the 'Mary' was actually Garry? Like, he died and turned into a painting. o3o) -
(that would be amazing. but would you control him?)
After assuring that no one had seen, she had walked to the paintings. She saw a kid standing there, looking at the words and apparently not comprehending. She walked over, and looked at the title.
"Ocean of Choices." She said. -
(Sure.)
He turned, looking up at the girl who had spoken. "What's a choices..?" He asked. His eyes were wide with wonder. -
"Not 'a' choices, just choices. Like decisions. Like this morning, you probably picked which shirt you wanted to wear out of many, that was a choice." She said, trying to explain.
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Abel looked down, nodding. He didn't say anything else to her. Instead, he made his way to the second floor, determinded to be able to read things on his own. He was happy to find that there weren't as many people on this floor as there had been previously.
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