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6/20/2016 9:02:16 PM
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[i]Ophélia intro.[/i]
[b]Ophélia crawled along the ground, her legs scuttling carefully through a dim hall. Movement began to hasten around her. She panicked and frantically looked around, a corner, a Tyranid staring directly at her. The many legs trembled.
She turned around and began to run, terrified and confused. After a few feet, one of her legs hits a erected spike from the floor. She collapsed and stared forward. Quickly raising a Spiked hand, trembling greatly as more movement was felt all around.[/b]
"[i]F-Fûck![/i]"
[spoiler]Open to Shad.[/spoiler]
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[b]Ophélia smiles, making the hammock stretch out as she looks at you.[/b] "[i]Show me your bed..?[/i]"
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[i]"... oh! Yeah."[/i] She walks through the maze of books into a cozy little corner, where her bed was surrounded by books, with a nice opening. Nightstand with a lamp, she had all she needed.
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[b]Ophélia pinned the hamoc up above the bed, smiling a bit. It being stuck by webbing, stretched out to fit all of Ophélia. She climbs up into it, and lays.[/b]
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She smiles. Then she blushes a bit. [i]"Uhm... if you need any spare clothes, I can give you some..."[/i]
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"[i]Do you have any like, Swe- Oh. Wait...They wouldn't fit too well.[/i]" [b]She giggles a bit.[/b]
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She slid into her bed, watching the back of Ophélia in awe. She was feeling strange... she had never felt this sensation before. It boggled her mind. And it annoyed her, since she wasn't able to find an answer. [i]"Well... why wouldn't they?"[/i]
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"[i]Erm...Look.[/i]" [b]She giggled softly.[/b]
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[i]"Oh... I thought you would just wear them on your upper body..."[/i] She giggles a bit. [i]"Sorry."[/i] As she lay there, she felt an urge to just talk, talk and talk some more with her. As if that was all she'd ever want. [i]"So... Ophélia... have any family, or close ones..?"[/i]
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"[i]Family..? No. Friends? You. I was very solitary. And I think wearing your sweat pants on your upper body would be...Interesting.[/i]"
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[spoiler]aren't sweaters like... big shirts?[/spoiler] [i]"Oh... I see..."[/i] Her mind raced, trying to think of things to say. [i]"Uh... hm... uh..."[/i]
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"[i]Are you alright..?[/i]" [b]She seemed a bit worried.[/b] [spoiler]Sweat pants... It said sweat pants.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]did it..? Jesus...[/spoiler] She put her hands on her face. [i]"Ugh! I'm sorry... I'm just really bad at this... that, and I feel really weird for some reason..."[/i]
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"[i]Don't worry Abby. If it helps you can...write it out?[/i]" [b]Ophélia smiled, hanging half of her legs off of the hamoc.[/b]
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She looks at her legs, still feeling odd. Her stomach was filled with little bits of... it felt like little butterflies. Her abdomen felt a really weird warmth. [i]"I dunno... what do you mean, write it out..?"[/i]
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"[i]Write on paper. Let me read it.[/i]"
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She grabs a piece of paper, on which there was an absolutely beautiful drawing of flowers, and scribbles. She then passes the paper along, with the pencil. On one side of the sheet, the one with the flowers, she wrote down her questions. [i]Where were you born? How old are you? Am I really your only friend? Because you're totally my only friend too! How do you stay so pretty? What's your favourite food? What's your favourite drink? What's your favourite book? What do you know about love? Feeling written on the back.[/i] And on the other end, there was another scribble, one of a perfectly drawn waterfall. [i]I feel like I have butterflies in my stomach, my chest burns, but it doesn't hurt. My legs feel weird. Am I okay???[/i]
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Edited by TradePrinceMally: 6/21/2016 12:51:11 AM"[i]To answer your questions...[/i]" [b]She begins to write onto the letter. Giggling. It reads.[/b] [i]I was born in a Neurological biosphere. Where they created my cells and birthed me. I am 26 years old. You're truly my only friend. I stay pretty by fitness...Eating valuable prey. My favorite food is Clam chowder. My favorite drink is coffee. My favorite book is 'Night', and...Love is...Something I wish to feel.[/i] [b]Ophélia passes the note to Abby.[/b]
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She reads them all, her eyes sparkling with wonder. [i]"Wow... you're amazing. There's no other words. Well... that's false. There's a ton of other words. Awesome, fantastic, incredible, admirable! You're so cool..."[/i] She says... she didn't know why she was saying that. It just... carried what she felt. [i]"I love coffee too, Night is also one of my preferred books, and... I want to feel love too. I really hope that, someday, I'll find my soulmate... the person I was meant to be with. And I'm twenty-six, just like you! Isn't that awesome?"[/i] She giggles. She didn't feel weird anymore... she felt good. The strange feelings were good to her, so she welcomed them in. Although she was still curious about their source...
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"[i]That's all wonderful...[/i]" [b]Ophélia giggled loudly, her face all red. [/b]
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She flipped the note to see if she had written anything else, still giggling. [i]"You're the best... I'm really glad I saved your life..."[/i]
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"[i]Thank you so much Abby...[/i]" [b]Ophélia lays onto her back, The hamoc moving down a bit.[/b]
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[i]"Thank you for being there."[/i] She giggles. [i]"Tired? I'll let you sleep."[/i] She smiles, turning off the nightstand lamp.
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"[i]Thanks Abby... Rest well.[/i]" [b]Ophélia rolls to her side, her sweater keeping her warm.[/b]
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[i]"Good night, Ophé... sweet dreams..."[/i] Abby falls asleep, staring up at the dreamy Ophélia. She would have one of those dreams, the ones that wake you up with a little surprise...
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[b]Ophélia dreamt of home. Still being heavily confused. Yet happy.[/b]
