Pig King's Lost Note

Jul 08, 2008 14:24


Please accept my mind's cries.
Please regret for me.
Please love me.

However, it is hopeless.
When have mama and papa ever pat my head?
Because I had grown fat, I was never held by mama.

Please regret for me.

"If only I had not given birth to you,"

Why do you say such things?
You are so insensitive.

Please accept my mind's cries.
However, it is hopeless.

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tattleyourtale July 8 2008, 21:39:25 UTC
*sneaks in when no one is around*

Hm...gotta be some juicy stuff in this class I'm sure..

*walks over to garbage but notices note on table*

Hey sweet, maybe a detention note for some troublemaker? Heheh- *picks it up*

....Well this is kind of depressing for a love letter. *puts it back* Gosh I wonder who's so sad? The teach isn't that kind of guy, is he? ..Oh well. *puts it back and wanders out of the room after checking the garbages*

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warpstar_rider July 9 2008, 00:20:26 UTC
*walks in* Porkyyy we have some--...poyo? *looks around to see no one there* Hmm... *notices a piece of paper on the desk, takes it and read it*

Hm, didn't think Porky would have this side... *frowns a bit* ...Hopefully we can cheer him up, poyo. *puts the note back onto the desk and leaves*

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loudflowerpower July 9 2008, 01:07:00 UTC
*is walking down the hallway when the wind blows from an open window inside Porky's classroom; the note flutters to Daisy's feet*

Hmm?

*picks it up and reads it*

Oh... oh my... who on earth wrote this? ... This is so heartbreaking...

*remembers something* Secrets...!

*she looks around quickly and goes to put the note back in Porky's classroom, on the desk, before hurrying back to her dorm*

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plug_into_adv July 9 2008, 22:54:38 UTC
*the little robot climbs onto the desk after a long time of opening drawers, and takes out its toothbrush, brushing the desk to a shiny clean sheen, and on the way picks up the note momentarily to get it out of the way*

[ ! ]

*pulls the note out of its head compartment and reads it, memorizing it word by word before putting it back where it found it, wondering who it belongs to and already running a handwriting comparison of the writing it has seen around the school in its mind*

. . .

[(/)]

*the little robot looks up at some handwriting on the class room's board, finding the match, and seems to momentarily stand where it is before it hops off the desk and leaves the classroom*

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