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[01 Jan 2035|12:00am] |
Pressed between the pages of the journal are a few sheets of paper, stacked neatly and folded in half. The front of this work-in-progress bears a handwritten title, scrawled in blue ink:
( "Our Story" )
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[01 Jan 2035|12:01am] |
The small room is lit to an ethereal glow by the shafts of moonlight sifting through the window. Two beds, one on each side of the room, betray their owners' personalities at a glance: one is tidily made, bearing only a folded blue jacket at the foot; the other is a mess of blankets, scattered with scraps of paper and various books and writing implements. A chest of drawers, shared by the room's two occupants, stands to the left of the doorway, its wooden top bare save for a small figurine of an aquamarine dragon poised on a rock cliff over a choppy sea. A closed closet door looms to the right of the doorway, adorned with pieces of paper containing drawings of strange circular symbols.
A simple writing desk stands under the window, two chairs pushed close together underneath it, bearing on its smooth surface a small leather-bound book. The soft exterior is of a deep midnight blue, crisscrossed on the front cover by a raised silver lightning bolt and closed with a clasp in the shape of an alchemy array. The journal was a gift from Kura, who knows Faith's love of writing, to chronicle their time at MidNight High School, and she writes faithfully, as her truest means of expression and simply out of a need to remember.
( OOC information. )
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