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( Cut...because I say so. :3 )

Now that I've debuted the little passerine, it's time to post this for a chance to listen to some feedback and critique. Is Garnet off-key? Please let me know!

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I-it's snowing outside!! [ A small pause as she returns to her bedside to snatch up a blanket and wrap it around herself. ] Last I remember, it wasn't this cold...

[ She's back at the window now, marveling at the deceptively cheery sight that greets her eyes. ] ...How long was I gone for? Zidane, Jecht, Dias, Hachibe... [ And she's about to go check ( Read more... )

(Edited because derp.)

[The house that stands at 5720 Cunningham Lane sustained extensive damage when the hazmats broke in the night before. Though the house still stands, it is clear from the hacked-down door that something has gone wrong. Within, furniture is toppled over and in various states of violent disrepair. Couches and tables are ( Read more... )

(Filtered to: The ladies of Mayfield. Totally hackable for the lulz.)

[Right now, Garnet is one giddy, nervous little thing. She just got off the phone with Zidane after agreeing to go on a date with him, only to realize to her horror that she really has little to no idea what a date entails.]

Ah...[Clears her throat and forces herself to stop ( Read more... )

(OOC: Occurs the morning after this.)

[Death is a dreamless sleep that makes her tips and edges tingle with cold, an experience that leaves her thirsting for air. She is abstractly aware of her final moments, as if she watched it through a kaleidoscope: Mukuro's grin appears in slivers, red soaks everything, stars wink away her vision, and the taste ( Read more... )

[There's no doubt about it - she's incredibly wary of the package when the postman first hands it to her with a tip of the hat and a saucy wink. After her ordeal in his office downtown, she's half convinced to take it out with the rest of the garbage and forget it was ever delivered. She leaves the box, which is hardly bigger than her fist, ( Read more... )

(OOC: Might be subject to edits.)

[Just as promised, and right on time, Garnet arrives at the malt shop, lingering by the door in wait for her not-date. Does she look nervous? Probably. But it's more of the "I hope he doesn't decide to kill me" sorta nervous as opposed to the "I hope he thinks my hair looks cute" kind of nervous. Not that she was ( Read more... )

[The young queen has been keeping herself extra busy these past few days, possibly because the only other option was losing her mind ( Read more... )