One cannot become a saint when one works 16 hours a day.

Apr 22, 2010 09:03

[It's Thursday morning and someone just woke up in their room for the first time in weeks. Opening her eyes, there’s a long stretch of silence before she actually speaks, sounding incredibly worn out]

What. The hell. Was that?

[several long minutes later, she begins to write]

[Barney]

I-I’m sorry I disappeared these past few weeks. I’m better now, but… if you’ve found someone to take my shift, I understand.

[Billy]

Billy, I-

….it’s over. I promise. [she wasn’t specifying what. She was pretty sure she didn’t have to]

[Dick & Eliot]

[frustrated, but trying not to sound too upset] This castle has a sick sense of humor.

I know none of us were under our own control, but… I’m still sorry.

(Hammer)

[She... doesn't even know where to start with this one. The journal records a few long seconds of silence before she scratches that filter out]

[Willow]

You'd mentioned something about magic lessons? Would you still be willing to show me?

[because she's reeeeaaally feeling the need to do something the Church would frown on]

[Friends]

For anything strange that you’ve had to put up with these past few weeks? I’m really, really sorry. I think it’s all worn off, now. At least, I’m back in the castle and I’ve got my regular clothes. So. Yeah...

Any chance we can pretend that never happened? [please?]

[Raylene]

[Yeah, Jilly knows she's not actually here... but it's something she has to do, even if the real Raylene will never read this]

I'm so, so sorry.

I had no right to make you take my place. I was just a kid, but...

I'm sorry.

I know you probably aren't but... I hope you're okay

[And, filters complete, she's going to go sit in the lobby with her sketchbook and get lost in her art for awhile, back to her normal, raggedy self - albeit missing her trademark paint specks. ART, SHE MISSED YOU!]

[ooc: tl;dr... Group Loss is over!!!]

jilly coppercorn

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