[[so, aly is older now. wiser and more mature! except not really.

in fact, she's kind of bored. it's not like she plans things for her own birthday, that's just weird. it seems almost narcissistic to plan your own party.

so yeah, she's just sitting around. woop.]]

[[she knew she had to ask. it had to be brought up. she didn't tell him ahead of time, she didn't want to scare him. so, one night, in a blaze of bravery that shocked herself, she ran over to his house.

she stood there, in front of the door, wondering what, exactly, she was doing. it was night time, and the brisk air of fall was making itself ( Read more... )

[[she's sitting in her home, by herself. today isn't a day for walking, it's a day for sitting in quiet, for her. the tv is off. no sounds from the kitchen. no barking dogs, or a yelling ashlyn scoulding someone. it's almost eerie, if you know how lively the house normally is.

she's laying on the couch, in the living room. the ceiling is her point ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday!

[[she sets a small, modest cake (enough for two, which a good portion left over) in front of him, candles lit and everything. she smiles at him.]] I wasn't about to try and fit all the candles on the cake... You know, for your age. Is your name enough? I thought the letter candles were cute ( Read more... )

 [[she told elliot she would make him ice cream from her home. which she did, with extra for her and her cities.

she opens the freezer and takes what she made for him out. it's a decent amount, in case he really enjoyed it and wanted more. she fetches a bowl.]] It's not as good as the stuff from home. You make it with snow and fresh berries and ( Read more... )

[[she doesn't really celebrate easter...

but she certainly has fun painting eggs. sure, it's early, but she couldn't contain herself. feel free to join her in the colorful happy fun times!]]

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What are your plans for Valentine's Day, everyone? J-Just curious. If you plan on doing anything, t-that is...

[[you can't say she looks like a child anymore, but she has a habit of reverting back to child-like tendencies.

she stands in front of her building, bundled up for snow. she's beside a rather large snow man, patting it down and refining it's shape. it stands a few inches taller than her, but there are still no features on it, not even clothing. she ( Read more... )

We can die, but we still come back. [[...]] Not even death can take us away from this Hell.